Chapter 44 Chapter 0044
•AMELIA•
I sat in my bed in the morning, thinking about how Dante had turned me down in the restaurant.
I wondered why he didn't want me, but he only had eyes for Cassandra when she wasn't even all that bad.
I was a smart and established woman. I was also one of the best doctors in the clinic, and I have helped many patients.
Some male doctors in the clinic were asking me out on dates, including the director. That meant they could all see how beautiful and valuable I was.
I posted hot pictures on my social media accounts. I wanted Dante to see how beautiful I was outside of work.
He probably went through my profile since he accepted my friend request a few days ago. He wouldn't have accepted it if he didn't feel an ounce of attraction toward me.
In that desperate and torturing moment, I reached for the vibrator in my drawer and slid under the covers. I parted my legs and bit my lower lip when I began moving the vibrator over my clit.
My heart pounded as I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift back to him.
To Dante’s hands. The way his jaw tightened when he was trying to stay composed, and the deep sound of his voice when he said my name.
I imagined what it would be like if he had chosen differently. If he had reached across that restaurant table and pulled me close instead of pushing me away.
In my mind, he wasn’t distant or reserved. He wanted me, and he didn't hold back.
The fantasy was vivid enough to blur the line between memory and imagination.
I could almost feel his breath against my neck, his hands tracing over my waist, pulling me against him as if he couldn’t stand the distance between us.
My breathing grew uneven as the vibrator brought me closer and closer to my explosive orgasm. My legs even started shaking.
My grip tightened in the sheets as I leaned into the sensation and into the image of him, of Dante finally giving in, finally admitting he couldn’t resist me.
I could almost imagine how he looked without clothes, and how he could fuck me the moment he had the opportunity.
I always noticed the dick print over his work scrubs and knew he must be a gifted man. He'd probably leave me shaking and breathless.
I imagined how I'd press my fingers into his back as he stroked inside my pussy until he filled me to the brim. I wouldn't even mind if he got me pregnant.
When I finally exploded and vibrated from the pure pleasure, it left me breathless and flushed, my chest rising and falling quickly as the rush faded into a warm haze.
For a few seconds, I lay there, my eyes closed, and my heart still racing.
I had never pictured another man during my intimate alone time. I always used the vibrator whenever I had a long day and needed to fall asleep.
But this time, I had the most intense orgasm by thinking about Dante.
I had to have him. He had to be mine, no matter what it cost me to get him. I had loved him way before Cassandra joined the clinic.
He was mine by right, and if she wanted a fight, then I would give her the fight she wanted.
Then a faint sound by the door made me freeze. My heart raced when I remembered I hadn't locked the door. Kaitlyn might have seen the entire thing.
I was having a private moment and never thought she'd come lurking in my room and invade my privacy.
My eyes snapped open, and I emerged from the covers, dropping the vibrator in my hand to the floor.
Kaitlyn stood near the doorway, one hand still resting on the frame, and her eyes were wide with shock.
“What the hell are you doing?” I gasped, scrambling upright and yanking the blanket to my chest.
“I—I knocked,” she stammered, though she clearly hadn’t waited for an answer. "I didn't know that you were — Oh, gosh."
“Get out!” I shouted, mortified heat rushing to my face. “You don’t just walk into someone’s room like that!” I snapped, getting up from the bed. "I've told you a thousand times to knock before you barge in!"
"Sisi, I wanted to show you—"
“Out!” I pushed her through the doorway and slammed my bedroom door shut, locking it with shaking hands.
Leaning back against the door, I dragged a hand through my hair, humiliation crashing over me.
Of all the mornings and of all the things I'd be doing in private, why did she walk in on me when I was pleasuring myself?
But somehow, through it all, Dante’s face still lingered in my mind.