I own you

ALINA

I pulled out a chair from the dinning area and shambled myself into it.

With nervousness building up in me, I took out a plate and served myself some food. As I did so, my breathing suddenly became hitched within me. It caged in my lungs and and I had to try calm myself.

"So how long have you and Dante being married?" Stella cheekily asked with a wink.

I downcasted my eyes and I pressed in my lips tightly. "Not for so long. Barely two months" I replied.

From the corners of my eyes, I could spot Dante's face contorted and his knuckles were so balled up that I could swear it was turning white.

Oh my God. Why was Dante so vexed and tensed? I could clearly see that he was trying so hard to control his anger.

He was so inflamed with exasperation and it was without any fucking reason.

I mean it's just dinner.

Am I not also allowed to relate with other people?

Dante's over bearing attitude was just too much.

I sighed within me and took a drink of the glass of water kept be