The Wounded Love novel Chapter 9

"Here again, are we?" Dante. I didn't even need to turn around to know that it was him. The only difference was the fact that he was drunk. I could hear it in his voice.

I tilted the glass back pouring the 'poison' down my throat. "You're here again too."

"I live here. My friend's dad owns the place. Finest hotel in the Big Apple, baby." The big idiot had the audacity to pick up my drink and finished it. He had some nerve. Who did he think he was?

Keep calm. Breath. In. Out. In. Out.

He must've seen the look on my face because he asked, "What's the matter?"

You took me drink! "Just drama." I mumbled instead.

He leaned in closer. So close we were breathing in each other's air. "Tell me. I've been wondering why you are so sad." Oh Jesus that accent!

I let it all out. "My ex is marrying my cousin tomorrow, and I'm the bridesmaid at the wedding. Two weeks after we broke up he had already slept with her. And on top of all that he may have just told me that he's still in love with me. So yeah, that's why I'm so sad. That's why I can't stop drinking." I frowned like a little kid.

He just looked at me with those penetrating eyes. Those eyes that distracted me from my pain. He tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. "And my mom, she thinks I'm messed up. I never do anything good enough for that old witch." He easily drew my whole life story out of me with just a look. I didn't mean to turn him into my therapist, but he seemed intrigued with that I was saying. "I'm tired of trying, Dante. I'm tired to trying to make them happy, because I know it's impossible, I know I'm just wasting my time." I wanted to be reckless instead.

"I'm so sorry." Was all he said, it was sincere though, and for some reason this man, a man who hardly knew me, his apology which changed absolutely nothing about my life made me feel so much better.

I was the one who took the next step. I wanted to defy the Williams so you can imagine what happened next.

Somehow during our conversation, Dante's hand ended up on my lap. I slowly slid mine over his and gave it a little squeeze. His eyes darted to that place on my leg where we were touching.

Okay Sky, you really need to get over that slimy piece of shit, I scolded myself.

Last night was filled with too many emotions. We were both vulnerable, and just took our anger out on each other... at least there was no crying. Even though last night was far better than anything I'd ever experienced before, I still in a way regretted it.

"Please tell me we used protection." I begged in a quiet voice, trying to mask how groggy I really sounded. The voice that escaped my lips sounded nothing like me.

Dante looked at me for the first time all morning and my head involuntary turned around to face him. I just stared with wide eyes as his hand came down on the bed. He picked up a wrapper and said, "Apparently."

Okay that was a plus, right? Everyone has something like this happen to them at least once in their life. I wasn't an exception.

"I should go." Today was the wedding and as much as I didn't want to go to that, it definitely beat sitting naked in his bed in awkward silence.