If only he loved me too novel Chapter 23

"Why are you doing this? The company was already yours" I asked running my hand through my locks

"That's got nothing to do with you" he dismissed my question standing up and looking around my apartment with interest then stood up to look around and started touching things

"They are my Family Massimo, so are yours," I say angry with his arrogant behavior

He scoffed " they are not my family, they are not your family either not anymore," he said holding a photo frame of me and my mother which was taken on the day of my graduation.

"They might not be my family but they raised you, fed you, clothed you, they educated you" he ignored my rant and continue to look around he slowly reached my bedroom and I followed him

"Massimo, I'm talking to you" I yell at him frustrated with his stupid behavior, this ignorant bitch was getting on my nerves.

(Contains mild mature scenes)

He turned around stalking towards me and trapped me between him and my bedroom wall. He placed his arms on either side of me, his face was inches away from mine

"Say it again," he whispered, his warm minty breath on my face making me feel things I'm not supposed to

"What?" I asked breathlessly with his proximity my mind was jumbled

"My name, say my name" he whispered, his face getting closer if it was possible

His name was at the tip of my tongue but flashes of what he has done to me and his family got me to get my shit together and pushed him off of me. He stumbled completely surprised by my actions

His hands were near my breasts, just before he could fondle with them his phone rang in his pants, he ignored the first time and continued cherishing my body but then my phone rang, he growled in frustration and stood up. His frustrated expression had me giggling like a schoolgirl. He pecked my lips one last time and said "this is not over"

He pulled out his phone and walked out of the bedroom, the yelling and growling were too loud but then he hung up and came back inside the room. I hadn't moved an inch from my position, I was breathing heavily, my heart was pounding in my ears and the adrenaline rush was wearing off too quickly

He stood over me for a minute admiringly then leaned down to give me a soul-burning kiss that has my toes curling. "I'll be back," he said kissing my forehead then moved to pick his ruined shirt and walked away.

I took a minute to gather myself when the front door shut with a soft thud. I looked at my ripped shirt and ran my fingers on the sensitive parts of my neck and felt the bruises of his harsh lips. I laid back on the bed and groaned

"What the fuck just happened"