CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
DERA'S POV
I had ended the day in anger. Selena was looking too beautiful in her Turquoise long-sleeved gown. The gown had a long slit from her calf to her knee. She had tied her long brown hair in a ponytail, thereby making me extremely jealous. The turquoise long gown corresponded with her blue eyes; this awakened a maddening rage in me. I felt like ripping the clothes off her moderately curvy body.
I was extremely furious. Furious by the fact that she had not obtained permission from me before putting on the dress. I groaned in a hot temper, hitting my fists on the bed I was lying on.
This was the first time she had rebelled in two years. She even complimented her look with a silver bag and heels.
I picked up my phone and swiftly dialed her number. She needed to have a taste of the fury cake she had served me.
The phone rang twice before voicemail picked up.
