Creep!

Even though he was being ridiculous, it somehow managed to touch something deep inside me.

"So do as I say. Go and change, Sandra. Something that's modest."

That snapped me out of the haze he created. "Modest? Do you think it's not a modest dress? I see no problem in it. I can wear whatever I want. And don't forget you were the one who brought it for me. So I'm not changing it."

It was another thing that I cut half of it to irritate him.

The buzzing of his phone took his attention. With him still so close to me, he saw the person's name on display. He hissed some Italian words under his breath. More like curses.

Glancing up at me, he pinned me with his deadliest glare. "Go and change, Sandra. I won't ask twice."

My instincts told me to step back from him, but I held my ground. Odd, but I somehow believed that he wouldn't hurt me. If he did, I had my fists too.

"No."

A muscle of his jaw clenched. His phone buzzed again.

Letting out another curse, he pressed his forehead against mine,