The Wounded Love novel Chapter 14

"No more rooms. Everything is booked because of the holidays." I explained.

"I'm sure that's not true. Come here." I followed him over to the front desk and watched him as he searched through the computer.

"You're allowed to do that?" I asked. I had convinced myself that I exaggerated on how attractive he was, but I didn't. I still couldn't believe that he actually liked me. Maybe I really was lucky.

"Um, I'm sure Anthony won't mind." He didn't remove his eyes from the computer screen.

"Anthony?"

"Yes, he's the owner of this place. I'm friends with his son."

I nodded my head even though he wasn't looking at me.

"Aha! Told you there had to be something. Second to last floor. It's pretty pricey though." He turned the monitor toward me. It was a suite with a kitchen and everything. This is when daddy's credit card came in handy. "They are always told to keep at least few rooms available in case someone famous wants to stay, but no one will notice."

"That's fine. I'll take it." He didn't seem surprised.

"What day are you planning to check out?" Dante was looking at me again. He really needed to stop looking at me.

"Um..." I had no idea. "I'm not exactly sure yet. What's the longest someone can stay?"

"Why don't I put you in for two weeks and if you need it for longer we'll change the date."

I nodded my head. "Okay." I loved the fact that he didn't ask me any questions. Everyone in my family was so nosey. They pried too deep into my life.

"Card?" He asked me.

He smiled a breathtaking smile. I became light headed all over again. I swore one of these days I was going to faint in front of him. Talk about a deal breaker.

He sighed. "I'm sorry about the other night. I was drunk and sort of upset. I felt kind of guilty for taking advantage of you like that and I never really got to apologize for it." He blurted out.

Dante was so much sweeter than he looked, and he was way sweeter than he acted the other night as he tossed me around and pulled on my hair. He even kissed rough, maybe it had something to do with the scratchy stubble on his face. I was sore for days afterward which was another reason why it was so hard to get him out of my head.

He was muscular and tall. He had this face that said, I don't give a f@ck about you, and if you mess with me you'll wake up in the middle of a lake, or with a horse's head in bed with you. It was the Italian in him that made me think of the Mafia and The Godfather.

"It's fine. I was the one who started initiated it. Don't beat yourself up over it."

"Are you sure, because I normally don't care what people think of me, but I do care what you think, so be honest."