Chapter 65. Now He Knows, but...

“You're wasting your time.” I began, ready to pour my anger more on him.

All the punches did little to affect him. Fuck! I should have gone to that fighting class when I was in Florence.

The elevator dinged and slid open, signalling the end of our destination.

When he saw I was not moving an inch, he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me along. I tried to sink my teeth into his own arm but to my ire, it didn't work.

I soon found myself in a very elegant suite that uninhibitedly exhibited luxury and comfort but because of my mood, I was in no state to admire whatever.

“Start talking.” He moved to a small bar to pour us some drinks.

He brought a flute to me, I took and splashed it on his face. “Go to hell!”

I headed for the door but he dragged me back. It turned to a full struggle, both flutes ended up as shards on the gleaming floor. He pushed me to the bed, eyes blazing, wine dripping from his face and the few straying strands.