#Chapter20

Amelia's pov

We have been driving for three hours now. Dante didn't stop the vehicle for a once and kept driving. He was afraid.

He was anxious. And I fucking felt it.

At last Dante stopped the vehicle in front of a small and cozy motel. It was almost evening, and the motel was small but attractive at the same time with a positive vib.

I was happy with its appearance.

We entered the motel and pretended to be a married couple.

Which of course succeeded.

With the possessive hold Dante had on me and how he kissed me every now and then passionately.

We were like a newly...