~Dante’s POV~
“May I have this dance, my lady?” says the Asian-accented guy as he pushes her towards him, causing me to loosen my grip on her. I blinked and opened my eyes to meet my worst nightmare, Shin Suzuki.
No, Bunny, he doesn’t get to get the first dance; I am your f*cking husband, damn it!
You must be wondering why Shin and I don’t see eye-to-eye. To tell the truth, this is a very lengthy tale,
“Seems like I can finally have that dance, Mr. Monroe.”
F*cking no! Hell f*cking no!
I didn’t do anything more than just stand there and give Hinata a look that said, “Don’t you f*cking get the message,” and then I walked away. I found myself walking toward Mr. Suzuki, the man who f*cking needed to call his children into order. My wife is the target of one of them, while I am the targe
