Forbidden Desires

Chapter Twenty-Two: Lost at Sea

I glared at him as I continued to greedily chug on my water bottle. The bastard had the audacity to come down here and ask me what the hell I was doing here.

If I learned anything throughout my short time with Dante it was that he had to be in control. I knew that if I continued to ignore him now, it would be like pulling teeth for him, he'd probably burst a blood vessel or two.

I decided to test fate once again and instead of answering him I simply looked away.

I was tired of giving him the reactions he wanted and seeing nothing in return. If he wanted to be an emotionless prick so be it.

I decided not to eat the protein bar so I slowly wrapped it back up making sure to make extra noise as I crinkled the foil unnecessarily, hoping to grind his gears even more than I already had.

I wanted so badly to look up and see the scowl that I could feel burning a hole into my forehead but I fought the urge knowing that once I looked into those swirling black orbs, I'd be taking a one way ticket straight to the deepest pits of hell.

"Do you not hear me talking to you," I had to bite my bottom lip when I heard how fake his voice sounded. He was trying so hard to sound calm but I heard subtle notes of frustration that coated his naturally smooth voice.

Maybe if I looked up now I'd see his fangs peeking out ready to pierce the tender skin at the base of my throat and maul away until nothing but tendons and neck bones were left behind.

From my peripheral view I saw Isobelle entering the gym in all black work out gear. Her once cheerful face grim as frown lines marred her flawless skin.

"Dante, I thought you were entertaining the Eswaran family." Isobelle looked honestly confused as she looked at her son.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious as to what his answer would be. Where had he left the brown haired beauty.

The familiarity between the two left me at a lost for words but it had only been a few minutes before he left her alone in a room full of men to come running to what he had thought was an empty gym.

"I got rid of her," Dante shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes never leaving my face as if telepathically forcing me to meet his gaze.

Despite his short and simple answer I couldn't completely disregard what I had witnessed.

There is definitely more going on between those two than he was leading me to believe and if that wasn't enough he was more than willing to let his mother carry me off to God knew where.

"Dante," Isobelle shut her eyes in frustration as she brought her hands to her face furiously rubbing at her eyes.

"Your father is not going to shut up about this." She removed her hands to glare at Dante before throwing me an apologetic look.

"I'll handle my father," Isobelle ignored her son and spoke to me directly.

"Rain check?" Looks like God still cared about me after all. I nodded hurriedly as I got up ready to follow her to war if it meant getting away from Dante.

"Would it be possible for you to drop me off still?" I asked softly as I took a step in her direction, but unlike earlier, this time Dante interfered.

He quickly reached out a hand and latched onto my wrist pulling me back until I was flushed against his chest. I felt my face heat as I looked over to see his mother staring at us.

"That won't be necessary," Dante spoke before she could and I had half a mind to stomp his feet as his arms pulled me closer leaving no room for me to maneuver my way out. I shook my head in disagreement as I threw a pleading look at Isobelle.