Dante’s POV

I’ve left over twenty-five messages and twice as many text messages for Kimmy. She won’t answer me or respond to my texts. I’m sick to my stomach and pissed off at the same time. I’m in my room drinking heavily when I hear a knock at the door.

I opened the door… fuck. It’s Finley. She walks right in without asking.

“Finley,” I sighed. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t I spend some time with my fiancée?” she said, smiling.

“I’m not your real fiancée,” I grumbled.

Finley stepped right up on me and dragged her hand down my chest. “You know… I could be your REAL fiancée...