Twenty Nine
Isabella
"We are going back home," he growls, holding me roughly by the hand.
"What? Already?" I thought he had said we were going to be here all day.
"Yes. Now don't make me angrier than you already have."
What the fuck is wrong with him.
"What is the matter with you? Does my suit annoy you that much, Dante? You cant be serious," I say, while he practically drags me away from the patio deck.
"Yoy cant have your body on display like that infront if my guest. What about the crew? Did you do it on purpose?" he inquires, huffing. He is so furious but i don't get his point of view.
I forcefully yank my hand out of his, and stand. He turns to glare at me.