The Wounded Love novel Chapter 38

So I stood up, grabbed a pair of clean clothes and walked into the bathroom. After taking the longest pee of my I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and put my hair in a pony tail

I bounced onto the bed beside him, slowly running my hand down his back, stopping at the sheets which covered his butt. "Good morning."

Dante very slowly opened his eyes. "You seem to be in a good mood." He rolled over onto his side.

"I am in a good mood." I confirmed, allowing him to grab me by the waist and pull me against his stomach. Dante laid his head against my chest and closed his eyes. I could feel him against my leg, but didn't say anything.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked, his voice groggy from sleep.

"Eat." I responded before he even finished his sentence.

"Obviously we are going to eat. Is food always the first thing on your mind?" He was smiling at me with closed eyes.

"When I'm hungry yes. But I guess we could walk around the city. It's supposed to be nicer out today and I need to by a new pair of dress pants for work." Mine had a big ink stain right on the crotch. We can also go to the movies later. I looked down at him. "Dante, are you sleeping?"

"No." He said in an Italian accent. "I need to shower and change. Can you go to my room and bring me some clothes, stella?" He asked with a pleading smile.

"Sure. Where are your keys?"

"Pant pocket." He mumbled.

I walked around the room, searching for his pants. They ended up being all the way across the floor, inside out.

Dante lived a couple of floors below me. I got to his room, unlocked the door and then almost died of a heart attack. Three men all in suits stood in his room. "Who are you?" The shorter of the three asked in a booming voice. I jumped a mile again.

"Skyla." I squeaked.

"Skyla? Do you know how many other people are named Skyla in this world? A lot. This isn't your room. Why are you here?" He asked again. The other two men stood there, not saying a word.

"I'm just picking up some clothes for my friend." My voice cracked.

"Your friend? Who is your friend?"

They didn't say goodbye, they didn't say a single word to me as I walked out of his room in silence. Him and everything about the situation was really f@cking weird. There was no other word to describe it, it was just weird.

Once I made it back to my room I walked straight into the bathroom. Dante had left the door wide opened. I was out of breath from running down the halls in fear that one of those guys were going to grab me from behind.

"Skyla?" Dante asked as I laid the clothes on the counter, accidentally knocking over the soap dispenser.

"Yeah it's me." I didn't say anything at first, but then after replaying the event in my head I blurted out, "You're father was in your room."

The shower curtain swung opened the second that last word left my mouth. Dante faced me, butt naked with the water still hitting him. "What are you talking about?" He looked mad but also scared. Mad was actually an understatement. Rage, anger, those were better words to describe the lethal look on his face.

"Well, I'm assuming he's your father, because he called you his son. There were two other men in suits with him. What's wrong, you're scaring me."

Dante had turned the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist. "What did he say?"

"He just asked who I was, and I told him I was your girlfriend. Then he asked where you were and I told him in my room. He wanted me to tell you that he'll be back in a few days to see you."