Amidst the growing tension, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were getting out of hand. Dustin's possessiveness clashed with my need for independence. As he pulled me into the room, I pondered the complexities of our pretend marriage.
In the room, Dustin let go but continued to glare. "Explain yourself, Ariana. Who's that guy calling you 'Ari'?"
"He's just a friend from the pool, nothing more," I replied, defiant.
Dustin paced with frustration. "Friends? You think you can fool me? He was stupidly familiar with you! Calling you Ari already? !What's going on?"
"I don't owe you explanations. We're not a real couple, remember?" I shot back, defiance overcoming fear.
His eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer. "You're mine for this charade, Ariana. Don't forget."
I scoffed, "Charade
