Gia.
A groan rips from his chest, and his muscles seize. I watch, dumbfounded, as he throws his head back, hand clenching his spurting cock, shooting cum all over his palm and stomach. He groans raggedly as his hand slows its movement until he stills. Then, those half-shut eyes find mine once again.
“Gia.”
My legs move before my brain can process my actions, horrified by my body’s reaction to what I just saw. I’m mortified that I allowed myself to just stand there and watch him. I can’t move fast enough, and I don’t breathe until I’m in my room.
How the hell am I going to face Dante now?
Chapter Four
Dante
I let her run and hide.
She won't get very far, so I let her go, slowly getting up and walking into my ensuite to clean up the mess.
It was a risk, letting her watch me jerk off and not saying a word until the very last second, but I couldn't help myself. When the security system alerted me of her arrival, I knew Gia would come looking for me eventually, but I didn't think she'd be bold enough to stay and watch me.
Still, I wanted her to see what she does to me.
What she's been doing to me from the moment I saw her at Matteo's wedding, dressed in a lavender gown and looking like an angel. I had every intention of seducing her and booking a room for the night at the hotel but then she looked at me with eyes so innocent and trusting and… I couldn't do it.
Those feelings, foreign as they were, felt too strong to be considered lust. I needed time to understand what I felt for Gia, and it wasn't until I became her friend that I realized I was in love with her.
I've never been in love and have nothing to compare it to, but somehow, Gia has become the most important personin my life. As much as I want to tell her and show her just how much she means to me, I know she isn't ready. I never quite understood why she’d closed herself off from being in a relationship and brushing off the idea when anyone casually brought it up,but hearing her voice her concerns to her sister last night cleared things up for me.
She’s afraid of losing her career.
Except, I have no desire to take that from her. Gia is an amazing dancer, and she clearly loves what she does. What kind of asshole would I be to make her choose between me and ballet? It’s about time she found out that she can have both, and now that I understand her concerns, I can finally claim her as I’ve wanted from the moment I met her.
I’m done playing the friend.
I slide on a pair of sweats and step out of the room, casually heading toward her bedroom. The door is shut, but I don’t bother knocking as I let myself in. She’s seated on the bed and quickly jumps up, her eyes wide and panicked. Despite her best effort to hide her arousal, the little points of her nipples pushing against the front of her top are all I need to know about what she felt about the scene she witnessed. That and the twin red spots on her cheeks.
“D-Dante,” she gasps, backing up when I step into the room and kick the door shut behind me. “W-what are you doing?”
“We need to talk about what you just saw.”
Her face is as red as an apple and those pretty green eyes grow impossibly wide. “What? I never…I didn’t see anything. I was just coming in to borrow a towel because you see…” She turns and waves at the boxes neatly stacked in the corner of the room. “Everything is a mess, and I don’t remember where Ipacked my towels, but… I didn’t see anything. I wasn’t looking at your...” If possible, her flush deepens.
“My hard cock?” I step forward, smirking when she backs up a step. “You’re not a very good liar, Gia,” I tell her, taking in her beautiful body. She shouldn’t look so sexy in something as basic as a top and a skirt, but she’s breathtaking. So fucking sexy that I feel my cock harden again behind my fly. “Did you enjoy watching me jerk off?”
She sputters, her eyes looking everywhere but at me. “I told you, I…I didn’t see anything.”
“And I’m telling you that we both know that’s a lie.”
She backs up another step as I close in on her, gasping when her back connects with the dresser. “Dante!”
I stop in front of her, reaching up to touch her as I’ve denied myself a thousand times before, but this time, I don’t hesitate. No, I’m done playing games. I place my hand under her chin and bring those pretty eyes back on me, leaning forward until my lips are only a breath apart from hers. “Don’t you remember what happened last night?"
She jerks against me, and I don't let her move away when she tries to shrug off my hand.
"You kissed me, Gia."
“Right before you pushed me away,” she hisses, her kitten claws coming out.
“So, you do remember?” I muse, pushing forward until my lips are almost touching hers. “You were drunk, Gia. I don't take advantage of drunk girls."
