Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

When I got out of the shower, the morning after Dante and I had sex together, he shouted loudly and angrily towards me.

I frowned, wrapping a towel around my waist and walking into the Bedroom.

‘Dante, what is wrong?’. I muttered awkwardly.

‘You fucking bastard!’. He snapped angrily and threw my mobile at me.

I frowned and looked down to see a text below.

‘Cat got your tongue? I can see you read my text.. I know you feel the same. Roses are the language of love after all’.

I eyed Dante awkwardly.

‘It is not-. I gasped.

He walked up to me and punched me in the nose.

I frowned at him, as I grabbed my nose and forced my head back to stop the bleeding.

‘I saw the fucking texts, it is obvious you have feelings for Jackson’. He snapped angrily.

I tried to stop Dante from leaving but he just punched me again.

I now sat on the floor and grimaced at the door.