DANTE'S POV
Merda!!
Cazzo.... Cazzo!!
What the hell had possessed me to do such? How could I have done something so....?
Dio.
I walked into my room, unable to stop replaying that scene over and over again. The look on her face continued to plague me as I took off my clothes.
Just then, Matteo's call came in.
"Hello." I muttered, holding my phone against my ear as I exhaled.
"Maaannn... with the way you sound, don't tell me you would no longer be showing up tonight. I would be very disappointed."
"On the contrary...." I paused, shutting my eyes in despair. "Are you home?"
"Yes, why?"
"Good. I would be at yours in 20."
He was still trying to speak, when I ended the call and got busy throwing on my shirt. I couldn't stay here for much longer.
The moment I stepped out of my ro
