Dante POV
"Where did she go this time around Thelma?" I say watching my cold dinner in front of me.
"Uh..." she stutters, "She left to see Bianca and her mother, they are planning a business banquet for her father's company," she says but I can easily see through her lie.
"Take it away, I don't want to have dinner anymore," I say my head thrown back and my eyes meet with the ceiling, the emotional and psychological pain from her ignoring me and running away from me for weeks is getting to me and not only that it's starting to physically hurt.
I rub my chest turning to Thelma, she already knows what I need, "My bottle of scotch and a glass" I tell her and she pulls it out a worried look on her face.
"Sir," she says her eyes almost teary, like she has no idea what to say to me, I've bee
