6 - HOW?

I could still feel the goose bumps on my skin even long after the party had ended, with Dante’s last words still echoing in my ears. His voice ran deeper than usual, an unusual scruff encasing his voice that proved he truly wasn’t bluffing.

And I do not bluff

Of course he doesn’t bluff, he wasn’t bluffing when he brutally divorced me five years ago and desperately clung to his slimy ex like it was his last life line. I could still see the dangerous glint in his eyes glaring at me, laying claim at what he had discarded years ago. He didn’t what other men touching me, I didn’t want other women touching him either but he went ahead to do whatever he pleased, just like he always did and I couldn’t complain, I couldn’t lay my own claim because I didn’t matter.

Now that I was back better and prettier, he wanted me back. He didn’t want me at my worst, what made him think he deserved me now that I was better. I knew I couldn’t stay, not with him closer than ever now that Vivianna was getting