Chapter 85 Only Her
Dante POV
A blonde hair girl approached me at the bar, a pretty woman who would normally floor me. Long hair, a nice bust, and legs that stretched for days, she was perfect and she had a drink in her hand, which she set right in front of me. “I was going to have the bartender send you a drink, but I wanted to bring it myself because I definitely want to buy you a drink.” Confident, she smiled at me like a woman who understood her self-worth. She wasn’t shy, she was just the way Isabella was. After being with Isabella, I’d come to realize I had a type.
I liked a strong and confident woman. “I’m ivy.” She extended her hand. I shook it. “D.”
“D?” she repeated. “Yeah. It’s easier to remember that way.”
She kept up her smile. “I hope you aren’t involved with anyone, because I’d like to be involved with you.”
Forward and aggressive, she was a little too much. “No, I’m not. You’re a pretty woman and I appreciate the drink, but now isn’t the best time for me.” I turned her down right away without really thinking about what I was doing. I was horny as fuck and tired of sleeping alone, but my brain registered her as off-limits.“That’s too bad.” She took the rejection with dignity. “Hopefully, the timing is better next time.” She drifted away and returned to her friends in a
booth.
I drank her beer even though I’d been craving something strong since my second bottle and Rex stared at me. I felt his stare and let it continue until it couldn’t be ignored. “What again?”
“ Nothing, he replied grinning.”
“Then why do you keep staring at me?”
“Because you’ve lost your mind.”
I set down my beer and turned to him. “What was wrong with her?”
“Nothing.”
“Exactly,” he said. “And you turned her down.”
“So? I don’t fuck everything that moves.”
“Bullshit. Yes, you do.”
“She wasn’t my type and she too outspoken.”
He just laughed out loud like I’d made a ridiculous joke. “What?” I asked, dead serious.
“You only said no because of Isabella. Let’s not bullshit here. You only want her, and by definition, that means you love the woman. Because a man is only monogamous if he’s in love with his lady.”
“I’m not in love with her,” I repeated, saying it with more conviction than before. “You just said you haven’t gotten laid days and Isabella is six hours away. You could be fucking that woman right now but you’re sitting here talking to me. If Isabella really means nothing to you, then walk over there and prove me wrong man.”
I took a long drink of my beer before I got off the stool. “Fine, asshole.” I left my money on the table to pay for my drinks before I walked away. I moved to her table and looked down at her. “Looks like I have some free time, after all.”
She smiled then scooted over. “Great, now you can buy me a drink.”
The bar closed, so we were forced to leave and move to the parking lot. There were patches of snow were everywhere, and an intense chill was in the air. She was wrapped in a sweater, and I was in my leather jacket.
“So, you want to come over?” She hooked her arm through mine. “My apartment is close by.”
I’d spent the evening talking to her while she ran her hand up my thigh. She got dangerously close to my dick, telling me I was going to score when the night was over. It didn’t get me hard the way Isabella always did. All Isabella had to do was tuck her hair behind her ear, and I was harder than a rock. “Sure.”
She grabbed my hand and scribbled the address on my palm. “Just in case.we get lost.”
I walked her to her car, feeling the dread sink further and further into my.chest. Deep down inside, I knew I didn’t want this and I was just trying to prove something, to Rex as well as myself. The sex would be mediocre at least for me. I wouldn’t want to sleep over, so I’d have to leave in the middle of the night but what if Isabella called me? She probably wouldn’t, but I didn’t want to miss her call if she did. Even if this woman were lying beside me, I would still answer.
That was how much I wanted to talk to her and I would think about Isabella the entire time I was with this woman. She had covered my body in more scars than my tattoos did and I only wanted her so tonight wouldn’t prove anything. It was just a tedious task I was doing
because I wanted to make myself feel better, to pretend that Isabella didn’t mean a damn thing to me.
She didn’t mean anything to mebut that didn’t mean I couldn’t want just her..“I just remembered I have to be somewhere.”
“It’s two in the morning” She raised an eyebrow. “Where do you have to be?”
I had to be alone in my bed, my hand wrapped around my length to the thought of the woman I despised. “I’m married.” It was a lie, but it was the easiest way to get out of this situation with the least amount of talking. Her eyes flared in disgust. Then she slapped me across the face hard. It didn’t feel good the way Isabella slaps did. “You’re such a pig.”
“Yeah,” I said indifferently. “I know.”
She got into her car and drove away immediately. So I went home alone, getting into my big empty bed. I was eager for sex,
eager for Isabella kisses. I wanted her nails to claw my back until she drew blood. I missed her screams as they ruptured my eardrums.
So I would just have to wait until she came back and somehow I knew she would call me. It was only a matter of time before she does.