Chiara
I crossed my arms furiously, glaring daggers at Domenico.
“I’m taking you home,” he continued. “So take a chill pill and sit it out.”
“I do not wish to hear your voice or anything you say!” I fumed the whole ride.
Of course, the moment things didn’t go his way, the arrogant side came out. Typical, manipulative Domenico.
By the time we reached the house, I was boiling with anger. He opened the back door for me, but I ignored it and exited from the other side. I stomped inside and headed upstairs, almost running.
If I could just get into the bedroom and lock the door—he’d have no choice but to leave me alone. I didn’t want to speak to him, not yet. Not before I could stop myself from saying what we’d both hate.
I rushed into the room and slammed the door shut—but it didn’t clos
