Chapter 23

“You left me, Dante.” She repeated with conviction.

I was stunned at her confession. “I know I overreacted. Who wouldn't be? But we could’ve talked, you know. When I came back to the penthouse, you’re no longer there.”

“You were the one who left first. I checked your room but you weren’t there anymore.” I tried to defend.

“I left to cool myself down.” She retorted. Her look gave off as if she couldn’t believe I did the easy way out. “I can’t face you while I’m still feeling so freaking angry at you. I asked one of your men whom I noticed who kept following me by the way, where you were. He said you left for Italy. Imagine what I felt when you left after you got what you al