I glare up at him. "What the hell did I do? I just picked some damn gowns!" I snap, lifting my chin up.
His jaw ticks. Oh, he’s pissed.
"You think I’m gonna let you walk around dressed like that?"
I scoff. Oh, here we f*****g go.
"You don’t get to decide what I wear, you bastard," I spit out.
His eyes darken.
"Watch your damn mouth, Gabriella," he warns. "You wouldn’t want to get spanked in public, would you?"
My nostrils flare. Oh, I’d love to see him try.
But before I can bark back, he yanks me off the car, opens the door, and shoves me inside.
My anger boils over. Who the hell does he think he is? Treating me like some bratty child.
I don’t even notice when the car starts moving, but soon, we pull up in front of a restaurant.
We step out, and Dante immediately grabs my arm a
