Dante's Love (18+)

Chapter 5

The smell of burnt coffee welcomed me back with open arms.

It was Wednesday and a perfect day to be in a stuffy cubicle compiling the first 2 segments of my headline article. I definitely was not avoiding the male who makes my toes curl in desire.

However, I could only avoid him for so much. I am basically writing a freaking article about him. I could feel him everywhere now.

When I entered the office, I was surprised to see everyone swivelling around in their new chairs. Gillie quickly filled me in that they just came this morning as a gift from Mr Dante De Luca. As a thank you for our hard work.

Dean even came to congratulate me personally. Apparently, he must have think that I gave Mr De Luca a great impression.

I tried listening to Gillie as she rambled on. However, I could not stop thinking about how caring Dante seems. The sweet gestures almost had me thinking that I mattered to the cold adonis. However, common sense immediately lulled me back into real life.

Its just a thank you gesture. Nothing personal,
strictly business.

Afterwards, Gillie coaxed me into drinking some of her tea this morning. The moment she saw me relaxed, she started going on a rant about the love she has for her tea business. She would not shut up until I promised to promote her brand on Instagram.

I checked my watch, exhausted. It was only 2pm. I was on my break with nothing else to do. I quickly gave Gillie a shoutout before she decides to come back to haunt me about it.

Bored, I scrolled through some posts. My eyes widened as I saw a picture of Dante and a blonde who was basically latching onto his arm like a piece of accessory.

Jealousy pooled in the depths of my stomach as I read the caption by TMZ.

"Gorgeous blonde or beautiful girlfriend? Maybe both. Read more to find out."

I scowled in anger. Dante would never allow something like that go public. In the year we have been together, he was always careful and made sure that paparazzi never came close to snapping us together. It was part of our original agreement. So we could both have a sexual relationship without the nosy people with their questions.

No, he would have never allowed something like this. Unless, he wanted it to be seen. Maybe he did not have a problem with being in a relationship. Maybe his problem was being in a relationship with me.

Tears pooled in my eyes as I wiped them away angrily. I inspected the picture closer. He was wearing the same button down that he wore last night.

I felt disgusted. After saying those things to me, he goes out and finds himself another girl? Just like that?

I never thought he could be a player. Although why wouldn't he be. He has the looks, the charm the money. He could have any girl he wants. Why waste it all on me?

It doesn't matter anyway. Our initial arrangement is off. And even if it was still on, I didn't have the right to be mad. He could do whatever he want. He isn't tied down to me.

My sadness was momentarily paused as my phone pinged. I pulled the notification tab to see that Gillie has sent me a picture of the DJ that was playing tonight.

My fingers hover over my keyboard. I really did not want to go. I rather sit at home with my cat, Mr PBJ and eat ice cream while I sob into his soft, white fur.

However, I pushed that thought aside and quickly send Gillie a thumbs up before I changed my mind.

Dante was not going to control my emotions and Mr PBJ will have to get cuddles from me another time.

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"Isn't this crazy!" Gillie yelled in my ear for the thousand time.

I winced. I am not usually the party girl. I love music and drinking but I don't love it when there is a bunch of sweaty, hormonal, barely legal teenagers pushing me every 5 seconds.

Deciding that I would need to get even more wasted, I fumbled my way to the bar, leaving Gillie to dance with a handsome hunk.

"Rough day?" A gorgeous barista with green eyes smiled at me.

"Rough week." I replied with a weak smile.

"Oh honey, its only Wednesday."

I groaned. "Make it go by faster."

"Well, you would at least have a rest day to nurse that hangover that you are definitely going to have."

I stared at him, confused.

"Tomorrow is Thanksgiving."

Thats why there were so many people in the club, partying like they had no care in the world. They could afford to get completely shitfaced and not face the consequences tomorrow.

"So, what can I get you?" The handsome barista questioned.

"Jäger Bombs please," I quickly replied.

As he was preparing my alcohol, I swivelled around in my bar stool, gazing into the crowd. Everyone looked so free, void of troubles or emotions.

I gazed up at the lights, loving the pretty purple ones, my eyes squinted. Beyond the lights, I could make out a figure sitting casually in the upstairs VIP rooms.

That cant be Dante.

He was surrounded by men in suits who were drinking to their hearts content. However, his eyes were trained on me. His eyes travelled down to the tight dress I wore.

I rubbed my eyes again, making sure I was not just seeing things.

I watched in horror as his fingers curled up in a fist. He stormed off to the stairs heading down to the main floor.

I gulped and swivelled my chair back around. Maybe he did not see me. Maybe it wasn't even him. If I just pretend to be some drunk girl by the bar, he would just ignore me.

"2 more shots of Jäger Bombs." I muttered out.

Despite the loud music, the barista gave me a thumbs up before sliding the glasses to me. I slid one back and the barista raised his eyebrow.

"Please? I don't want to drink alone." I pouted.

Uh oh. Maybe I should watch my mouth. I tend to get a little unfiltered when drunk.

"I don't drink on the job. But I get off in 5. And since you asked so nicely, I'll join you." He winked at me.

He went off to the back, leaving me alone. I didn't like being alone. I glanced behind me to find a furious Dante thundering across the room to get to me.

Oh right. I was supposed to be hiding from him. I could see him getting frustrated as he kept being blocked by people. Thank god for the hormonal, sweaty teenagers.

"Ready?" The barista smiled showing his dimple.

I grabbed his hand and our drinks. I flashed the approaching Dante a quick smile before disappearing into the crowd.

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