Lily
Dante Romano had some nerve.
Anger simmered in my stomach as I walked out of the cafe, opening the door with more force than necessary.
I don't know why I reacted so strongly to Dante's dismissal. I have been in worse situations than this but still, still I don't know I felt that way.
One second, I thought he would kiss me. The next, he was kicking me out of his lounge. The man flipped hot and cold more frequently than a broken geyser.
Worse, there had been a moment when I wanted him to kiss me. When the curiosity over how that firm, sensual mouth would taste pulsed in rhythm to the ache between my thighs.
Frustration twined with my anger as I also felt embarrassed and humiliated at the same time. I don't know how he manages to pull such dormant emotions out of me.
I was feeling hurt, even though it was an emotion I felt often, thanks to my family. It just never bothered me much as I was somewhat getting used to it. But the way he called it a mistake, it ate away my inside li
