Chapter 109 Date Interruption
Isabella POV
My eyes scanned the entire room again.
“Except for the man part” he said with a chuckle and my eyes turned back to him, having no idea what that meant. “Sorry?”
“You said you like sleeping with the men you meet, but you don’t want to waste too much time on them and I said I feel the same way, except the man part.”
“Oh…” If I hadn’t been distracted by the message, I wouldn’t have made myself look like a fool.
“Of course.”
He swirled his wine as his smile faded away and his eyes pierced mine but he didn’t pressure me about my slip up, the waiter then came and took our order. While Damian was absorbed in that, I looked around again but didn’t see Dante anywhere so I grabbed my phone and quickly texted him back. Where exactly are you?
"It’s rude to leave your date for another guy"
" I definitely won’t be leaving him", I responded.
"You’ll be leaving" and before I could respond, he texted again.
'Baby, you look so beautiful when you’re mad."
I was going to kill him. “And what will you be having tonight?” the waiter asked.
I dropped my phone and ordered, doing my best to appear casual. Dante was destroying my date with this nice man and it was intentional.
The waiter disappeared, and we returned to our conversation. Damian drank his wine again, drinking just the way my parents did. He
could handle his wine because he was used to drinking it around the clock. “Would it be alright if I asked you about the last man you were seeing?”
I was an open book. “Sure.”
“This ended recently?”
I despised people who lied about the truth of their lives and If Damian didn’t like the answer I gave, then it only told me he wasn’t right for me sooner rather than later.
“Two weeks ago.”
He nodded slowly. “I see and why wasn’t he right for you?”
That was a question I could never answer.
“The reasons don’t matter but he’s definitely not the man I want to spend my life with because my parents would despise him…and I couldn’t blame them for it.”
“So, a bad boy?”
I tried not to laugh because he had no idea. “I guess you could say that.”
“Still hung up on him?” He asked the question so directly there was no way I could avoid it.
I held his gaze without blinking, knowing I was about to give the answer that would end this date almost immediately. “Yes.”
He nodded again, but he didn’t seem annoyed by my answer. “But I’m not looking for a rebound, that’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?” he asked.
“I just want to get over him.”
Damian handsome face hardened, his brown eyes pretty when they reflected the candlelight.
“I want to move on and forget about him.”
I didn’t need to fill the silence, but the words tumbled out on their own.
“More than anything.”
“I can help you with that.”
My eyes narrowed at the words that came out of his mouth so easily. He said it confidently, like a man who wasn’t threatened by another guy. He possessed confidence the way most Italian men did. If he knew what Dante looked like, he might not feel that way.
“You can?”
“Yeah and I like that you are been honest because most people would lie about that.”
“I don’t like to lie even though it makes people dislike me.”
“I don’t dislike you, I respect you.”
Dante respected me too but not enough to let me enjoy my date in peace. He’s very arrogant for being half my size.
I locked the phone again.
Damian didn’t watch my movements and the phone didn’t bother him, or he pretended it didn’t.
“Have you ever been hung up on a woman?”
I asked, assuming the topic was on the table. “No.”
“Never?” I asked in surprise.
He shook his head. “Don’t get me wrong, I have liked some women more than others but not in the way you’re describing. I’ve had the privilege of being with remarkable women, but I’ve never felt anything more lust or affection.
Maybe one day it’ll happen but I’m almost thirty, and my mom is starting to worry that it’ll never come to pass.”
“It will…when you least expect it.”
We talked for a bit longer, and then the food was delivered and we talked about his restaurants and how he got started.
When we weren’t talking about anything so personal, the conversation was easier but it also wasn’t as interesting because there was nothing real about it.
I was surprised how quickly I became comfortable with him, probably because we were both honest with each other.
He excused himself to the restroom, leaving me alone with my phone.
The second he was gone, Dante texted me again, please tell me you don’t like this guy.
What if I do?
He’s a soft and not your type. "He seems nice to me". I countered.
"Stop been arrogant.
I’m arrogant for a reason, baby and you know.
Heat flushed up my neck when I pictured the last time we were together.
Where are you?
Answer me, he didn’t respond right away. He waited a full minute before he did.
Look up.
Look where exactly?
In the mirror behind the bar and I set my phone down and looked at the bar right in front of me and there was really a mirror along the back wall, and when I looked into it, I saw his crystal-blue eyes.
He was sitting at the bar with a beer in front of him, his back to me.
That was why I hadn’t noticed him before, since he was wearing a collared white shirt and jeans and his blue eyes looked into mine, mixed with rage, jealousy, and a hint of amusement.
He grinned when he saw my pissed expression then he grabbed his beer and took a drink.
I couldn’t believe he was sitting less than nine feet away from me, so I picked up my phone again.
"Are you following me?"
"So what if I am?"
I said I was done with you and I’m not interrupting your date. If I really wanted to do that, I will have walk over there and make that little boy shit his pants.
You are interrupting my date, now leave.
He set his phone down and kept drinking his beer, a hint of a smile on his lips.
He wasn’t going anywhere.
Cassian, I mean it, you only use that name in bed and unless you want me to take you to bed right now, I suggest you don’t use it again.
I dropped my phone again, crossing my arms over my chest and I glared at him across the room, wanting to slap him across the face, and not because he enjoyed it.
Like this was nothing but an amusement, he kept drinking and Damian returned a moment later, oblivious to the man staring at me from the bar. “Would you like some dessert...”
“Let’s get out of here.”