Cassidy's POV
"What the hell is wrong with you? Give me my phone!"
Dante stares at me coldly. His unwavering stance is driving me crazy! Is this how he truly is? This is the thing about contract marriages, I didn't get the time to know him properly, and now I have to handle his bad attitude.
"You need to let go of whatever is happening in New York. It doesn't help your condition."
I fold my arms and glare at him. "And you think the best way to help me is by confiscating my phone?"
"Yes, Cassidy! I'm sick and tired of your obsession with the media. It doesn't matter what they think or say. We have our plan, and we are confident it will turn out fine."
"You mean, you have YOUR plan." He remains quiet as I state the obvious. "I need my phone, Dante. You can't keep it from me."
I go to
