The Perfect Intern

Chapter 23.

Song: Andrew Belle- In My Veins

This song matched with this chapter so perfectly, I cry, but I don't think wattpad let's you play it and read at the same time. Sigh. Anyhow, I know you all will like it!

I know these are usually at the end, but I'm just so excited to announce that on 10/17/17 Dariella became #88 in Romance! And it's all thanks to all of you. I never thought anyone would like it and honestly I originally only planned on writing one chapter because it was based on a dream I had.

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Ariella

What have I done?

I hadn't expected Dante to react the way he did. It wasn't about the pie. His uneasy response let me know that something terrible had to have happened to Mrs. Acosta and I wanted more from him.

To know more about him.

I wanted him to tell me what happened. It was obvious he needed to tell someone. He looked almost insane as he psychotically smiled at me, pretending to love what I made.

He may have had feigned excitement and the eccentric raise of his voice, but the pain in his hazel eyes was undoubtable.

He threw the pie against the wall, making me jump at the sound. My breath hiked in my throat as I gasped.

Dante was a monster.

But one that could be sweet and loving.

Behind what he was doing now, I knew that. There was just something else.

It made him turn into an entirely different person.

I watched what I made slide to the floor, leaving smeared strawberry tart behind as Dante walked past me.

My chest burned and so did my cheek as a hot tear fell.

I didn't know what to think. The night had went from beautiful to tragic rather quickly.

"You did amazing, sweetie, " I heard Dante sarcastically boom, before slamming the bathroom door.

Did I really? I couldn't have if it ended with a door slammed and my own tears.

My eyes snapped away from the floor towards the sound.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

This was supposed to make him happy, less stressed, but I only made him angry.

It was all my fault.

I wanted to stop him, hug him, and apoligize, but now I was too stunned to move.

My eyes started to blur with the unshed tears.

Finally willing myself to move, I swiped a tear away and slowly walked over to the crumb filled area of the floor.