Page 22 of Owned By Frank

Frank stops him to prevent him from reaching me.

- You don't think I'm going to let you see my girl in that condition, do you?

I roll my eyes and cover my face. I can't say anything, the words don't come out. Neither is the situation for me to say: It's not what you think! or something like that.

- You're kidding, right?! - says the handsome man in shock.

- Relax Dante, just go to my office and have a drink; I'll catch up with you...

- Frank tries hard to stop the dark one from coming to me.

Dante looks at me, grimacing. Without further ado, the dark man rushes out, but not before closing the door tightly.

- Tonight we will have a party... - this time it is addressed to me. I look at him with surprise. - Why do you look at me as if you wanted to kill me? – He rolls his eyes.

- That's what I want to do to you. - This time I am the one who smiles at him.

He puts his hand on his temple and massages that part without being able to believe it.

- You are a real problem - sigh - As I was saying, tonight there will be a party, I just came to tell you that, you mhh... - make movements with your hands trying to find the right words - just get pretty...

He rolls his eyes again and comes out grunting.

Frank’s POV.

I enter my office reluctantly and I'm out jogging and I'm too tired to talk and even more so to put up with my friend's tantrum.

Dante waits for me firmly at the office table holding a glass of wine. Someone is not in a good mood...

When he sees me, he stops and looks at me with total seriousness.

- What's wrong with you? - he shrieks in anger.

- Why the fuck do you have to get like this?! - I tell him.

- Are you out of your mind, Frank? Fiancée? This is a joke, right? Or are you going to tell me you're going to marry random girls you meet in the bathroom too?

- You're a pain man! At least let me talk! - I say as I move towards one of the chairs.

- What are you going to tell me?! That you have fallen madly in love with her in just two days?!

- Dante, stop it.

The dark man falls down on the couch and looks at me with anger.

- Romani, called…- I say

He looks at me with some concern.

- What did he say? Does it have anything to do with Nathalie ?

I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to know anything about it. She's just a bratty, immature child.

- But yeah... - I say in a breath.

- What did he say? - He looks at me with curiosity.

- He keeps on getting fed up with the same thing, the spoiled one wants me to marry her...