The Wounded Love novel Chapter 17

I nodded my head. "I will, but I doubt that she'll forgive me right away. I embarrassed her."

"But please try!" This was Caroline. I laughed at her desperation. I had never seen two people hate each other as much as Caroline and my mother did. I mean, not only was Caroline considered the mistress, but she was also so much younger. I think my mother was jealous of the fact that my dad found happiness and didn't.

"You're all she has, Skyla." My dad said.

Dinner took a total of two hours with drinks, appetizers, the main course, desserts. I had a habit where I would eat until I felt like I was going to explode, but even after stuffing my face with two thousand calories a meal, I still managed to stay fairly thin.

Father and Caroline gave me a ride back to the hotel. "I can't believe you're staying in a hotel." He said incredulously. "And if I might add with my credit card." Dad was only joking. He always encouraged me to take it easy, and he was always sending money my way. I was his only daughter. He told me it was his duty as a father to spoil me.

"It's fine. My room is like a house. You guys can come up if you want." I offered.

"Maybe some other time. We have an early flight to Cabo tomorrow."

"Oh yeah. Okay, well I'll see you when you get back then."

Seeing my dad always brought up my mood. He didn't criticize every little thing about me. To him I was the perfect daughter. Of course I wasn't, but it's nice to know that someone actually felt that way. He was a realist, things didn't have to be perfect for him to be happy.

I got onto the elevator and then made my way back to my room. The shower was short because I was so tired and just wanted to collapse in bed.

The moment I put on my oversized

t-shirt and short shorts I heard a knock on my door. I wasn't going to answer it, but whoever it was knocked again and again and again.

Who wants to see you at this time of night? I thought as I unlocked the door.

"Dante?"

"Dante?"

His mouth was on mine before his name fully left my lips.

You know when people say, he swept her off her feet? Well in this case, that was true. My feet weren't on the ground, and I would bet you any amount of money that even if they were, I'd fall. I'm not referring to my lack of coordination. It was him. He made me light headed. He swept me off my feet.

So I was only a distraction to him?

I took a fist full of his hair and pushed his head back so that he could look at me. His hair smelled so good. "We can't do this again." Surprisingly, I sounded strong and fierce.

With a defeated look, Dante laid down, resting his head on my chest. He faced the backrest of the couch.

"What's the matter?" I asked after a couple of minutes of silence, after I regained my breath, and my heartbeat slowed.

He didn't answer me right away. "Do you remember what you told me?" He mumbled. "You told me that life sucked. That it never gets better. It doesn't get easier."

"Why would you listen to me? I was drunk."

"You were right." He sighed.

I wasn't sure what to do or what to say. I also wasn't sure what had him so upset. I didn't realize I was massaging his head until he said, "That feels good." I laughed quietly to myself. I had wanted this for so long. I would prefer a sober Dante, but at least it was Dante.