Chapter 119 United Again
Isabella POV
It was nice to be finally out of my apartment and out on the town. I went out with some few friends to a club and had men buy us a few rounds, then watched people hook up together and leave. A few men made passes at me, but I wasn’t interested, so I let them down easy.
Even in a crowded room full of people, I felt lonely and I suddenly wished I was home, my ankles locked together around Dante waist and I wished my nails were cutting into his skin, drawing blood, as he pounded into me and made me his.
My thoughts kept going back to the man I was
trying to forget but it didn’t seem like I could forget him.
My glass was empty, so I left the table to get a drink at the bar that’s when I noticed him, wearing a black t-shirt that fit his strong body.
His biceps stretched the fabric, and his black ink stood out in comparison to his fair skin. His short blond hair was styled, and his black jeans made his ass look nice but he wasn’t alone, he was talking to a beautiful woman with a bust twice as big as mine and she was so close to him y they looked like they have already become acquainted throughout the night.
She smiled at everything he said then she ran her hand up his arm. She was oblivious to everything around her because she was so absorbed in him and she didn’t even notice me, the woman standing there staring at them.
Dante back was facing me, so he didn’t see me but she should have noticed me by now. The woman smiled before she grabbed his scotch and drank from his glass since hers was empty.
Dante watched her, hardly blinking. “I’m gonna throw up…” My hand went to my stomach, and I dashed toward the bathroom, my insides turning over and my eyes immediately watered as the pain stabbed me in a million places.
I felt the wounds from the back of my neck all the way down my ankles and there was a line for the bathroom, so I leaned against the wall in the hallway and covered my face with my hands, not caring about the way my makeup would smear with my tears.
There was so much pain I didn’t know what to do with it but fuck, it hurt
That woman was totally smitten with him, drinking out of his glass and even touching his arm, those arm were mine I had no right to be angry, and I wasn’t but I was in the most extreme form of pain and agony.
I knew this day would come, when he would move on with someone else but to see it happening in real time was killing me inside.
My stomach contracted painfully, and I felt weak in my knees. The tears fell, and I wiped
them away as quickly as they came. The other girls in line looked at me, but no one asked if I was alright because I was definitely not alright.
I didn’t have many options here. I could go home and cry or I could walk right up to him and ask him to take me home and I knew he would choose me in a heartbeat. I was the woman he loved, thenreal woman he wanted to be with and I still had a chance to turn this around but I couldn’t interfere with his life just for one night.
I had to be sure it was what I wanted and I wanted to move on because our relationship didn’t have a future but I couldn’t let him go either.
He was the only man I’d ever loved and he would probably be the only man I would ever love.
After a few more breaths, I made up my mind. I left the hallway with the restrooms and walked back to the bar but they weren’t there.
Their spot had been filled by two guys, shit. I pushed past the crowd at the entryway and made it to the sidewalk outside. It was dark, and the line of people waiting to get in wrapped around the building. My breath immediately came out as vapor because of the cold, and my skin bubbled with goose bumps. I looked to the left and didn’t see him and I looked to the right and spotted him walking to his truck, his arm around the woman’s waist.
God, I wanted to throw up, so I slipped off my heels and ran barefoot down the sidewalk, my feet aching on the stone-cold concrete and my hair flapped behind me, and the people who
passed me on the sidewalk stared at me as I ran like a lunatic.
Dante reached his truck and unlocked the passenger door. I wasn’t going to make it. “cassian!”
He stilled at the sound of his name, his hand pausing as it gripped the door handle and the woman looked at him, watching his confused expression.
I kept running, getting closer. “Wait. Please wait.”
He turned around and stared at me, his blue eyes guarded with uncertainty. He didn’t seem happy to see me, just confused by my figure running down the sidewalk away from the club. “Give me a second.” He left his date
against the truck and walked toward me, his broad shoulders wide and powerful.
The hostility wafted from him, the steam from his anger rising. “What?”
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting him to do. I wanted him to lift me into his arms and pull me against his chest, just the way he did when I’d walked home drunk and I wanted him to kiss my hairline and call me baby. What?” he repeated. “Did you want something, Isabella? Because I’m in the middle of something right now.”
The tears still bubbled in my eyes. “I don’t want you to be with her.”
“Don’t do that,” he snapped. “You told me to stay out of your personal life.
That goes both ways, so stay out of mine.”
“I want to be with you…I want it to be us. I’ve changed my mind.”
He shifted his weight slightly, his eyes narrowing even more.
“Don’t pull that shit with me unless you mean it, don’t say you’re in this then leave me in the morning. You’re either with me completely, or you’re not. Which is it?”
Tears fell down my cheeks. “I’m with you always.”
That must have been the reassurance he needed, because he stormed toward me and gripped my cheeks with his hands. He kissed me hard on the mouth, claiming me with his lips even though his date stood next to his truck. He.kissed me the way he used to, but even harder than before.
I dropped my heels on the ground and wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his warmth surround me and chase away the cold. I stood on the top of my tiptoes so I could take his mouth, feel his stubble brush against my
cheek.
“Take me home.”