Dante's Love (18+)

Chapter 7

Dante's POV:

I exhaled evenly as my right arm stuck out quickly, striking the heavy punching bag.

Whenever I get stressed, the ring was usually the place where my head gets cleared. However, it seems like nothing I do helps. All I could think about was my little writer.

God I can't help it, even if I tried to. I needed to let her go. I don't do romance. I know I can't. I can't give her what she wants.

I thought pictures of me with the blonde, who I cant even remember her name, would drive Quincy away. And maybe it did.

Why would she even be in a bar anyway? She is not that type of girl.

My chest tightened as I thought of her and that barista.

She was going to go home with him, wasn't she.

My vision reddened as I struck the punching bag with my knuckles, one after the other. I made a roundhouse kick using my shin, before steadying the bag, exhausted.

"You're messy." My Muay Thai trainer, Bo sounded out.

"You're not usually messy." Bo sighed. "You need to get your guard up for the match. Being distracted will cost you the fight."

"Is this about the girl? Just ask her out, man" Bo groaned.

If only it was that simple, Bo.

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Quincy's POV:

After I took some Panadol and napped for half of the day, I woke up, immediately feeling much better.

I was bored and alone. Even Mr PBJ decided to go into his cat tower to play, leaving me alone. Gillie was still nursing that hangover and threatened to chop me up and put it in her tea if I called to bother her again today.

I sighed as I plopped down on my couch, turning on the TV. I scrolled through Netflix aimlessly.

Gossip Girl? Finished it already. Don't really feel like starting over again.

Lucifer? No his body will just remind me of he who shall not be named.

I turned on my comfort show, Modern Family. I guess Mr PBJ finally decided to take pity on his owner as he jumped onto my lap and laid down.

Great, now I can't move till he does.

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I groggily woke up. It was already 10pm. Mr PBJ was still on my lap, sleeping soundly. I cooed, cuddling him as he woke up.

My legs were dead.

My phone blared out, startling me. I squinted at the bright screen. An unknown number is calling me. I picked it up hesitantly.

"Hi, is this Quincy?"

"Yes?" I replied cautiously.

"This is Bo. One of Dante's friends. We went to a bar just off the streets of Madison Avenue. He has gotten a little..." Bo paused. "... difficult. He has been saying your name over and over again. It think you're the only one who can calm him down. Can you get here as soon as possible."

I contemplated. Dante was there for me when I was completely shitfaced drunk. I knew I needed to be there for him.

Theres nothing personal. Just a friend helping the other out.

I quickly said yes to Bo on the phone before taking down the address of the bar.

I quickly called a cab, after rubbing Mr PBJ goodbye.

As I raced down the busy streets of New York, I tried not to let my thoughts get the best of me but I could not help it.

Why was Dante calling my name. Why not the blonde he was with or the gorgeous brunette in his office.

I quickly rid myself of all these thoughts once the yellow cab pulled up to the loud bar. I should not overthink. Its probably nothing.

Once I paid my cab fair, my phone rang again. It was Bo.

"Hi. Uh Quincy? On second thought, maybe you should not come here. I got everything under control." His nervous voice could be clearly heard against the ruckus in the background.

I huffed impatiently. "Im already here Bo. If Dante is okay, fine. I'll just grab myself a drink and head home."

I cut the line before I could hear Bo's protests.

This bar was not Lux but surprisingly, I recognised some of the security guards who were guarding the door. One of them recognised me. His eyes widened in surprise and he ushered me through the door despite the long line of people waiting to get in.

"Thanks." I mouthed at him.

I scrunched up my nose in disgust as I looked around. It was even more compact than at Lux.

I wandered further into the heart of the bar, only to stop dead in my tracks. Dante doesn't look like he was being difficult or that he needed me. No. Instead, he seemed perfectly fine with the same blonde perched on his lap, locking lips with him.

My heart dropped. Until then, I could never picture him being intimate with anyone else. Maybe it was because he was sexually committed to only me for a year. Or maybe it was because I thought I saw signs that he cared.

What a fool I was.

I stood silently.

I guess thats what I get for reading too much into things. I've been overthinking every little thing he does. However, to him, its just been nothing. It hasn't mean anything.

The person beside him, Bo I presumed, widened his eyes as he looked at me. I guess he knew it was me by the shell-shock look on my face. His face transformed into a guilty one as I blinked away my tears angrily.

I do not need anyone's pity. Especially from his best friend.

Bo nudged Dante quickly. My heart broke even more as Dante looked annoyed at the interruption. However, as his eyes swept across the room and focused on me, his face turned one of shock.

He froze in his seat, eyes still dead set on me while the blonde on his lap rested her head on his chest.

Up till now, I even kid myself into thinking that the rumours and pictures about the striking couples were fake. Just a silly photoshopped prank that got leaked. However, the truth is right in front of me now.

I knew that for certain now.

Fearing my heart would break beyond measures, I turned on my heel and quietly left the noisy bar.

I halted a cab which sped all the way back home. I grabbed Mr PBJ and despite his meows of protest, I hugged him till I fell unconscious.

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