A R I A N A
Dante didn’t ask, he told me.
“You are coming home with me,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument, he still had me pinned gently against the wall, his body a warm, solid presence.
“I… I can’t,” I tried to say, my voice weak. “I’m staying at Natalie’s. I…”
He stated simply, finally stepping back and took my hand, his fingers lacing through mine, his grip was firm, but not painful. It felt… possessive. “You are not staying there anymore.”
I wanted to argue and tell him he couldn’t just order me around but the fight had gone out of me, the kiss had left me feeling shaky and confused.
And the look in his eyes… it wasn’t cold anymore.
He led me out of his office, his hand never leaving mine, people in the hallway stared, but he didn’t seem to notice or care, he
