Diana's POV
“What the hell are you?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes on him.
He shifted his gaze from me to his food. He started at the juicy half-cooked steak that he had ordered.
He licked his lips as he cut it with his knife. He took a bite with a fork.
He closed his eyes, his lips smiling out of satisfaction. “Yum.”
He took another piece and gave it to me, “Have some.”
I grunted and looked away. I would never eat from his fork. Worse was if he had to feed me.
“Eat it,” Micheal growled as he straightened his jaw.
Why the f**k is he growling at me?
Is he going to force me? Is he going to make me eat it by force?
Wow… I can't believe this? What has Dad put me up to?
I thought as I looked down, shifting back away.
“Diana,” he growled.
I shot my gaze at him. This was the first
