Dinner won't hurt you

ALINA

I wiped off the bullet beads of sweat that were smeared all over my face with a groan.

Carrying a tray stacked with food, I ventured out of the kitchen.

Dante had been so annoying my ass off ever since I coaxed him to stay off work.

Now, thinking about it again with a clearer mind, I should have just let Dante fucking go out.

Atleast, I would have peace of mind and I would only have to endure his meaningless and ceaseless rude remarks and tantrums by dusk.

Dante had totally turned me into a bee, ever working with no rest.

I ran the house activities and sometimes Dante would make me go through his work files and cross check them while he laid comfortably in his king sized bed.

I admit that he is injured and he needs treatment but is turning me into a slave part of his recovery process?

To the world, I was the fortunate wife of Dante Morelli but in the four corners of this mansion, I am nothing but his slave.

I am his slave whom he tosses and keeps at his own wi