DANTE’s POV
Her reaction to my last words is not one of surprise.
I laid a perfect foundation of what I wanted from the start, and she already knew about my offer. Acting surprised would make me question her intelligence, which I want to believe she at least has.
She stays quiet for some minutes, scooping a spoonful of soup in her mouth. I patiently wait for her to say something and mirror her actions.
"Why me?" she simply asks.
"I reckon you need me. Was I not some sort of prize medal you bragged about to your ex? To save your face?"
"Do not let that get to your head. I said those words to him out of anger."
"But what is said is said. You can't take it back." I have her backed in a corner. I am helping her out because I am drawn to her, but I also want to escape my mom’s clutc
