The Wounded Love novel Chapter 44

"Do you know how many times I've been told by some stuck up man with a micro dick that they could turn me? F@ck men." She repeated.

"F@ck men!" I swallowed another shot.

"Exactly." She looked proud of me.

"The dick is good though." I mumbled. "Does that make me a hypocrite? I like the sex. I want to have sex with him now." I frowned down at my empty cup.

"I hope you're referring to Dante and not Nick."

"Dante. Double D" I laughed.

"Go get that dick. All I'm saying is not to trust him, make sure you have the upper hand.

"You're right, Sabrina!" I threw a fifty down on the counter and attempted to stand up. It took me a few minutes but eventually the room slowed down and I was able to walk again, not very gracefully, but walking was walking. "If you see my obituary in the news paper, it was probably Nick who killed me. Make sure you tell the cops that."

"He's not gonna touch you, you're stronger than that dipshit."

I managed to catch a cab and made my way back to the hotel in one piece. All I could think about were Dante's soft pillowy lips and how much I wanted to kiss them... all of him I wanted to kiss all of him, he needed to make me forget that Nick ever existed. "F@ck men." I said to the female taxi driver before stepping out into the cold, dark winter air.

Rather than going up to my room, I took the elevator to his, and after wandering around the halls, bumping into walls on my way, I made it to his door.

Sean answered and his eyes went wide when he saw me. "Wow you're f@cked up."

"Haha." I giggled. "Where's Dante. I want to see Dante. Dante!" I called sticking my head in the doorway.

"I'm right here." My big Italian man answered, walking towards the door. "What's wrong?"

"Dante!" I fell into him, knocking him backward. I then went into a laughing fit that had both boys staring at me like I was crazy. "I had cookies!" I explained. "And shots! The cookies tasted so good, I've never had special cookies before. What makes them so special? Sabrina said they were special."

"Good luck with that, buddy." Sean tried to hold back a laugh as he casually walked out of the room.

"Wait!" I called after him. Sean stopped to face me. "Keep your dick in your pants little rich boy. Jade has a boyfriend."

I don't think he took me too seriously because shook his head and started to laugh as he walked away.

Dante finally let out the laugh that he'd been holding in. "Guess what?" I asked, excited. "I have major gossip! Do you wanna hear? I think you do. Come here." I dragged him onto the couch and sat right on top of him. I don't think he minded though, because Dante wrapped his hands around my waist holding me to him.

I told him everything I could remember about that night, once again leaving out the word mafia and the fact that I thought I was Nick's next murder victim. Dante stayed quiet through out the whole conversation.

"But f@ck him and his micro dick. I like you and as long as you keep doing me," I reached my hand down to his soft spot which didn't stay soft for very long. "I'll ignore the fact that you're keeping secrets from me. You can tell me when you're ready, but don't think you're fooling me. I know you haven't been entirely honest with me." I kissed his pillowy lips again.

"You do?" He asked.

"Yes, baby."

Dante let out a breathy laugh, but I cut him off by kissing him again. This time neither one of us broke away.

He waited until after I unbuttoned his shirt to ask, "What are you doing?"

"Um... I don't know, what do you think I'm doing?" Maybe Sabrina was right and men were stupid. I thought I was making my intentions pretty clear here.

Dante let out another laugh and placed me on the seat beside him even though I much rather be on him. "Hey! Stop I liked where I was sitting." So I climbed back on top of him, and rather than moving me over again, he held down my very curious hands.