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Ashley's pov How dare he hang up on me! Who did he think he was? I felt rage build in me as there was the glass of wine I'd been holding on the floor, and it shattered. I reached to pick up the broken glass crying. It cut me, and I screamed, cursing. “Stupid Fucking glass” I kept picking it, though, as it cut me even more. I filled my palm with it and emptied it into the trash. After scooping all the glass into the trash, my hands were bleeding. I walked to the bathroom to wash the blood off. I poured some body wash on it so it'd burn and ran it under the tap. The sting burned my hands, and I smiled, enjoying the sweet relief of the pain. After washing my hand over and over again, watching it bleed, I bandaged it, put my hair up into a ponytail, and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible. Why did I look this way? I was hot. I was always hot. I shouldn't look like a slob. I was better than the regular girl. I stripped and took a shower as blood poured d

Dante's POV I lay beside him and kissed him. He was asleep and very tired. We'd spent the better part of the evening having driving lessons. I taught him and he loved it. I couldn't understand why he hadn't learned yet, but somehow I knew it had something to do with his parents. He had a very strange family dynamic. They were interestingly cold and warm at the same time. His mom loved him. You could tell but she also saw him as a way to fix her marriage. She trained him to be a better husband than his father and while this might seem fine, it also meant she held him high and expected him to meet that standard even when it meant he was hurting. It was all human bullshit that made me furious and frustrated. Whenever things like this happened it just reminded me why I didn't like human drama. It was quite easy to see how Ashley was able to manipulate him into believing he was somehow responsible for her losing their child. If his mother agreed with her in this, then it was

Dante's POV I was still waiting for him to invite me. I mean, it was evident I was going either way, but getting an invite would be nice. I wondered if I should hint it to him or not. No, I would wait. I mean, I was important enough to him, right? “I'm so scared to think of my dad's face when I tell you. Well, you'll be there to see it,” he mumbled against my chest looking up at me. Was this an invitation? I should probably ask. In all honesty, I wasn't asking because I couldn't figure out if it was an invitation. I was asking because I wanted him to make it an invitation. “Do you want me there?” I asked him. “Wait what? Of course, I want you there. Did you think I didn't want you at my graduation” he leaned away to look me in the eyes. I shrugged. “What! It was Fucking implied. Why would I graduate without you there? It wouldn't feel good if you weren't there.” He explained and I felt a satisfied pride fill me. Fan my ego. Noticing my expression he smiled. “I'll

Dante's POV I helped him put the watch on and it looked beautiful on his wrist. I was claiming him as mine publicly. "I would have gotten you a ring, but I didn't want to take the spotlight," I joked, and he rolled his eyes. I held his hand, squeezing it tightly before letting go. I wasn't joking though. I'd have gotten him a ring if I knew he'd accept it. I wanted to take him home so I could show him his presents, but I knew how much his graduation meant to him, so I decided we'd make the most of it. A family walked up to us. It was a group. A woman, her husband. Sons and daughters. The mom had noticed what had happened between Christopher and his family and she was trying to keep him company so he wouldn't feel sad. The daughter was the one graduating. She'd been the one to graduate best business management. “Hey there, you must be the best graduate in accounting. I loved your speech,” the mom said to Christopher, and he seemed a little blushing. “Thanks, ma'am.

Dante's POV We spent most of the night eight cuddling or Fucking like bunnies. The result was a very marked-up Christopher. He had hickeys all over his body. I'd done it on purpose. Now for the next week or more. I knew I had him and Ashley wouldn't have any parts of him. I thought I was fine sharing him but I was getting too selfish. I was proud of myself though. The crazy monster in me was satiated watching him with my marks all over him. I wish it was a bite mark though. I wanted to drink from him. I remembered just how delicious his blood had tasted. What was going on? Was I hungry? I'd have to schedule a feed sometime this week. I should probably go make breakfast for him after Fucking the life out of him but I didn't want to stand up or let go of him. He was clinging to me, and I loved it too much, so I picked up my phone and texted Kerion. “Get us breakfast” He texted me back an eye roll emoji and then a thumbs up. I smiled, dropping my phone and holdi