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“Really, though, what’s going on? Topher and Carlo came over a few minutes ago. Topher was yelling and left with his suitcase.”
I shrug. “I didn’t ask him to move out but I guess the punishment will be more effective that way.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing,” I say, exhaling sharply. My eyes snag onto some yellow paint on the side of her face and I smile, reaching over to clean it. “Are you ever going to let me in there?”
“Doubtful,” she drawls. “No one gets to see my paintings.”
“You went to college to learn, didn’t you? I’m sure you had to show your paintings then.”
“True, but not these particular paintings.”
That’s just making me all the more curious. “Why not these ones?”
“Because they’re special to me. They’re…” She trails off, her gaze moving to my shirt. “You’ve got some bitch on you,” she says, her voice deadly calm.
She points at the collar of my shirt and my eyes are drawn to the red smudge. Lipstick.
Fucking Loretta.
“Daniella,” I start to explain but she doesn’t even hear me.
“You know what, Christian? Just go fuck yourself.”
She brushes past me, walking away and heading to her room. Frustration mounts in my chest.
Today is just not my fucking day.
CHAPTER15
Daniella
Iswear, before I moved in with Christian, I was a much calmer person.
But every time I’m around him, it feels like I’m in a losing battle with my sanity. When the door to my room opens, I whirl around on him.
“I understand we never had the conversation about monogamy, but I thought you made it pretty clear when you blew up on me for talking to my ex!” I yell.
His gaze hardens at the mention of Joshua. “You do not want to be talking about him right now.”
“Shut the fuck up, Christian.”
His jaw clenches. “And you definitely don’t talk to me that way.”
I cross my arms over my chest as I look at him. “If you aren’t going to be faithful, then I’m not either.”
He crosses the room toward me. Faster than I can blink, he has me against the wall, his eyes bright and murderous. I swallow thickly, my heart racing in my chest.
“Careful, Daniella. Saying things like that can lead you to situations you wouldn’t be comfortable with. If you touch anyone but me, they’re dead.”
I laugh bitterly. “That’s your gut reaction to everything. Guns, murder!”
“How else would you prefer I reacted?”
“I don’t give a fuck! I just wish the man I was planning to marry wasn’t fucking around behind my back. Lipstick, Christian. Talk about a cliché. I thought you were smarter than that!”
He releases me, taking a step back. I watch as he fixes the cuffs of his shirt.
