Chapter 13. A Request

ISABELLA’S POV

I think I slept all day. I just woke up in Dante’s room and looking at the clock on the wall, the time indicates eight p.m. Wow I must have been really tired. I mean I almost got kidnapped and killed today. Plus, I got dr***ed so I guess I merited some rest. I spot Dante sitting at his desk in the left side of the room and I furrow my brows as I walk towards him.

“You just sat there and watched me sleep?” I ask him, grabbing the glass of orange juice he has in front of him and gulping it entirely in one go. I’m so fucking hungry.

“Might be hard for your pretty ass to understand but my life doesn’t revolve around you, amore mio.” He says, standing up and closing the distance between us. He’s shirtless, in only a pair of grey sweat pants and I keep my eyes leveled with his, not wanting to shift my gaze to his perfectly sculpted body.

“You almost gave me a heart attack today. How do you feel?” He asks genuinely, a worried look on his face a