Chapter 32

W Kat hen I woke up this morning, Dante was gone. He carried me back to his bed after he fucked me in the guestroom and then he made me come so many times I lost count. But despite everything that we did last night and the way he whispered softly in my ear, he’s gone again, and I feel his absence even more keenly than before. I couldn’t understand his Italian murmurings, but I felt the meaning behind them anyway. We were back to a good place. Maybe I’m just fooling myself and clinging on to something that was never really there. Perhaps Dante Moretti is incapable of feeling anything for anyone but himself, because each time I get a little close to him, he seems to drift even further away. But I’m no longer going to stand by and be a spectator in my own life. I want answers from him, and I’m determined to get them. I SHOWER and change and head straight to Dante’s study. I can’t keep living in this house as a prisoner, waiting for whatever crumbs of affection he decides to throw me. The