"You're exclusive. Mine," he continued, stopping only a few inches away from her.

Gala stood perfectly still, never looking away from him. His words were clear. He had seen her at the club that night, perhaps imagining the worst about her.

Dante could smell the fear on her. But he also felt something strange within himself. The desperation that came from imagining Gala offering herself to other men made his blood boil.

"I bought you for myself. Do you think you can make a fool of me?" he g