His Angel

Chapter 23

Wait. Dante is not mad anymore. Did I do something? I smiled to myself before turned around to see Kieandra and her mom watching me from the dining room.

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Since Dante had left with the others, Kieandra would not shut up about the moment me and Dante just had. 

I was utterly embarrassed. She wanted to know if we were going to have a kid anytime soon. Even after me denying about kids, she wanted to know.

It wasn't long ago till she left me to finish her own pile of tasks to do. 

I sat in the living room as I thought about Dante. He was on my mind a lot. He made me question the relationship we shared. He made me question if he was a bad person or not. 

He did have good in him. He was starting to be nicer. To be more caring. 

The old Dante flashed as a memory. The way he shouted at me. Forced me. Harassed me. 

The new Dante flashed. Caring. Possessive. Understanding. 

He had moments. He had moments where he couldn't think straight and did whatever he wanted. The way he treated me in those moments were bad. Really bad.

There's change in him. In the two months that we were married, he had started to talk more. To interact. To understand me. 

The way he left in the morning. With that half smile he gave me. With the kiss as well. It had given me hope.

He made me horny. I had never felt like this. The whole night, the thoughts of sex ran through my mind. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of him doing those things to me. 

I was tempted to actually try between us. Maybe it can happen. Maybe we can learn to like each other. Anything else wasn't even an option.

Running away? Legs cut off

Divorce? He won't sign.

Kill myself? Death wouldn't prove anything.

I sighed at the thoughts that ran through my head before walking up to my room.

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I was expecting Dante to be early tonight. It sounded like he wanted to get home early but it was now midnight and none of the men were home. 

I had a random urge to wear one of my revealing night gowns that Kieandra had forced me to buy.

I don't know why but I wanted to talk to Dante and get to know him. I think it was because I hadn't spoken to someone on one to one about myself and my feelings. I had always tried to talk less with Kieandra and I didn't want to bombard her with all my thoughts and feelings.

I sat on the bed and glanced out of the balcony. My mind straight away remembered my mother. She loved nature. She loved flowers. She loved the cool breeze. She loved the rain. She loved the sunny days. She loved all of it but she no longer could.

My eyes shut tight remembering all the sweet conversations we would have. 

Suddenly large hands wrapped around my waist and tugged my towards them. The sudden touch made me jump in fear but then instantly relaxed when it was Dante.

"Dante" I whispered as I turned around towards him. He didn't answer me but looked down at the light blue silk gown that hardly covered anything.

My cheeks got heated when his gaze lingered on my legs and then back up to my face. 

"Special day isn't it angel" Dante spoke with a rough raspy voice. It sounded like he struggled to speak.

"I- Uhm- I just wanted to wear something comfortable." I spoke as I stared at his chest, now embarrassed of my fit.