Chapter 215

Elena's POV.

I relaxed against the chair, hating how uncomfortable I had been since we fought last night. That was the first he had gotten pissed at me, the first he had raised his voice.

All of this was because I refused to get paid for being stupid for three years, it was a lot of money, and probably the reasonable thing to do was take it and stash it somewhere for when all of this was over.

But then, my pride wouldn't let me; I wasn't sure if it was because I cared what he thought of me or that I didn't want him gifting me a lot that I couldn't repay.

Then I would be indebted to him and become a puppet like I was to Alessandro. He had angrily reminded me he wasn't Alessandro, but then how would I know?

Especially when he was bent on interchanging occasionally; even Noah had told me not to get attached.

Then why did I see him in all of my dreams last night? Why did I relish the memory of his hands caressing my body, his fingers around my neck, stroking