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.