My God, when Alessandro and I were alone at the table, I felt like a teenager at one of those school parties, the one who sits with the boy and doesn't know what to say. I was very nervous.

- Listen, Catarina, you may be angry, but you are mine and I will not let any man get close to what is mine. You leaving the house with that piece of cloth wrapped around your body, which leaves more than necessary of your delicious body exposed, I can even tolerate, but dancing with another man, my dear, you will not do that again. - Alessandro said with his face very close to mine, staring into my eyes.

- You are very wrong, Mr. Mellendez. Nothing here is yours! And yes, I am angry, I am furious, so don't you dare provoke me! - I looked at him without backing down.

That cocky guy gave an absurdly sexy smile and his eyes sparkled.

- Hate and love go hand in hand. You're mine, Catarina, it's only a matter of time until you forgive me and come back to me. – she said and kissed the tip of my nose.

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