Dante's Love (18+)

Chapter 13

I felt like I was suffocating.

I woke up with a start. My head was pounding.
I glared at Mr PBJ accusingly as he jumped from my bed. That killer cat has slept on my face again.

Wait. Why am I at home? Shouldn't I be- ?

"Oh no." I groaned as memories came flooding back at me.

I looked around my room, thankful to see it empty of Luke. I blinked tiredly as I opened my phone to see a voice message from Luke and 36 missed calls from Dante.

I frowned. What could Dante possibly want?

Luke said he needed to be at the office asap. Something about a emergency. I shrugged it off. He honestly did not need to tell me. I wasn't his girlfriend. Last night was just a good time for both of us. And a great way to avoid our problems.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as I heard Mr PBJ hiss angrily in the kitchen. I sat up in alarm.

Wrapping the thin blanket around me, I sprinted towards the distress calls of my pet. I yelped in surprise to see Dante standing in my hallway.

"What are you doing here? Get out!" I shrieked.

Dante lifted an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed. I wrapped the blanket tighter around me.

"You were not at the manor last night, Quinn."

"I didn't think that it was okay to invite guests over so we came back here instead." I adverted my eyes towards the ground.

Dante's relaxed stature became tense, like a snake coiled and ready to strike. His figure towered over my trembling one. He curled his hands up to a fist while I stared on confusingly.

"You were with that Parker boy." Dante spat out harshly.

"Yes, he gave me a ride back. After you ditched me for a night with that girl, remember."

Dante's angry eyes turned cold and calculating.

"It wasn't just a night. It was this morning too."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. What are you doing here?" I tried not to let my heart fall to the ground. It has been pretty abused lately.

"To let you know that I am going on a trip the coming Monday. And you will be following me." He turned on his heel, leaving me speechless.

"A trip? A trip! I thought my contract terminates tonight." I spluttered, following him.

"If you want to keep the story. I suggest you listen to your boss."

"You're not my boss! I am working with
you, not for you! I have to seek permission from Dean also!"

"We both know who is in control here, little writer" His unforgettable obsidian gaze burning through me.

"If Dean gives his approval, you have to come with me. Otherwise, fine I'll let you walk." He stared at me momentarily before walking out, closing the door behind him.

Mr PBJ hissed menacingly at the closed door and I agree with him too.

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Dante's POV:

Rhonda is staring at me.

Even behind his wide Chanel sunglasses, I could feel his analysing stare hooked onto me.

"That is really mature of you."

I scoffed. "What are you talking about?"