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Chapter 54

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last update Last Updated: 2025-09-08 21:02:59

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼

Getting out of the elevator as I search for my phone to call Marisol, I never envisioned Dante standing right infornt of our apartment door like some immovable wall, a possibility. But that's exactly what I'm faced with right now, or not. My eyes could be playing tricks on me. I blink just to be sure.

My heart squeezes as my steps falter. What is he doing here? Did he even get permission to come up? Or did he just like always force his way through?

I take a step toward him. My lips parting, ready to demand some answers.

But he doesn’t stop moving. He walks right past me, his shoulders brushing close enough that I feel the heat off his body, and just keeps going. No glance, or word. Just nothing.

My stomach knots and confusion grips me, choking me harder than his silence.

What the hell was he doing here?

***

Marisol is the one who opens the door for me when I finally push myself inside. She looks bright, almost giddy, her voice pitching higher than usual.

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