The Wounded Love novel Chapter 35

"The other day she fell into the pool." I rolled my eyes as Dante tried to mimic the fall and Jade cracked up. But it was kind of funny so I eventually began to laugh at myself too.

Sean showed up later that day and although I didn't know him too well I was happy he came.

Dante and I looked at each other the second Jade and Sean looked at each other because it was so incredibly weird. Their eyes locked the second he walked into the room and it stayed that way for longer than what was comfortable.

I gave the best death stare I could manage but her only reaction was to shift her gaze away from me and onto the countertop.

Dante was the one to break the tension. "You're early. Was your aunt really that bad?" He asked Sean.

"Rich people are annoying."

"Yes!" I blurted out, glad that someone else agreed with me. "Especially the snobby ones."

Sean laughed. "Damn. I wouldn't have expected that from a girl like you."

"Nah, not Skyla. I mean she can totally send off those snotty vibes, but after getting to know her you realize that she's not that type of person." This was Jade, trying to act casual, but really she was just coming off as the shy high school girl who awkwardly had a crush on the jock.

"I heard you got into a fight." He was looking at me with an excited smile. I didn't tell anyone, not even Jade, so I looked over at Dante assuming that maybe he was the one with a big mouth.

He raised his hands in a surrender. "I didn't say a word."

Sean laughed. He had one of those fun and contagious laughs that made you laugh along with him even if nothing funny was said or done. "Nah my parents told me. Security keeps them updated on that shit. That's why my dad is mad at you." He pointed to Dante who only shrugged his shoulders like he couldn't care less.

Jade and Sean both made me tell them the story from my point of view. Sean had already heard about it, but I guess Dante refused to give him the details. Of course I made myself look like the champion. Technically I was.

Dante squeezed my leg under the bar styled counter and then slid his hand up to a place where his hands shouldn't have been. I jumped which made him laugh and he had to cover his mouth with his free hand in an effort to recompose himself. I tried to punch him away but it had no effect one him. He continued to trail his hand up higher, but when I finally became opened to the idea and unclenched my thighs, he slid his hand back down to my knee. Rude.

Two could play at that game.

"You're very mean." Dante pouted.

"Si." He laughed at my attempt to mimic him. "I don't know why you ever doubted me."

He picked me up and placed me down on the counter, slowly kissing a path from my neck down to my chest. "Stella, amore mio." He mumbled. "Do you really think I pulled you in here to give you what you wanted after the way you played with me like that?" Dante spoke as if it were his first week in America, the accent was so thick.

"And what do I want?"

"You want me to finish what I started in the kitchen, si?"

"Yes." I sighed as he slipped his fingers up the hem of my shirt.

"Skyla." My name beautifully rolled off of his tongue. He lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist and at that moment I really didn't care that our friends were in the next room, I would do whatever he wanted right here, right now.