☆☆LILA’S POV ☆☆I looked up to find him sitting there, sprawled across my bed like it was his own and boy, did he look angry. I walked over to the dresser, ignoring him, and began removing my jewelry "What is it?" I asked from the dresser, not even bothering to give him a second look. "Where have you been?" he asked. I scoffed. "I hadn't realized I was supposed to tell you where I was." And the look he gave me showed me that he had absolutely no intention of playing. Neither was I. "I went on a date with Dante, which I expect that you already know." Well, I did not necessarily need to add a date to it but my, my. I'll be damned if I suffer alone. "How was it?" he asked. "Did you enjoy your night? Was it worth it?" "Excuse you? Was it worth what?" I fired back. "Did you have a nice time?" he repeated. This time, his voice was much closer, almost as if he was breathing down my neck. I tried to move, only to realize he was standing directly behind me, caging me against the dr
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