Till Death or Divorce — Episode 10

Isabella Romano! She's showered and waiting for you! Isabella is not my fiance His phone buzzed He answered with one hand, still gripping my wrist

He ended the call, fired off a text, then looked down at me Let's go home I slid into the back seat of the Bentley Your fiance is waiting somewhere else

Dante sighed, loosening his tie You're drunk. We'll talk when you're sober My phone rang. Marco go. What? Where the hell did you deliver that file? I told you room 21-1. The client is waiting.

don't want this job? Pack your desk tomorrow. You spinless bastard. You clearly told me room one. I froze. 21-10 room. I had misheard. Elena, you've got real nerve. Throwing a tantrum over a simple task? If I were your boss, I'd fire you on the spot. Fine. He's right here. Tell him yourself. Silence. Then Dante took the phone. If you ever speak to her like that

you'll find yourself at the bottom of the Hudson with cement shoes. The line went Dante sat back, one hand resting heavily on my knee. Who taught you to be so unreasonable? Who's being unreasonable?

I am. I should have killed those two guys who were flirting with you. You sound insane. I've been called worse. You're not just a CEO, are you?

I'm a businessman, Elena. Dante carried me into the bedroom. My head lopped against his chest, and I could hear his heart beating fast.