His Soft Spot

{Thirty}

Bold is flashbacks

"Annie, where is Dante?" I asked after I finished my laps. She was laying on the ground with Milo pet usual. Dante was supposed to come out here about half an hour ago and she was just with him a while ago.

"He's sleeping." She said, not stopping at playing.

"Still! It's past noon." I mumbled the last to myself. "Are you okay to stay out here alone. I just want to go see him." She nodded.

"I got Milo." She smiled and continued to pet the dog. He is just soaking up the attention the past few months with her.

"Okay. Cass is over there just in case." I said, then walked back up to the couch, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, then skipped up the stairs and went to our bedroom.

"Dante?" I chuckled, he had the blankets and sheets on the floor, and the pillows, he was laying on his stomach, his arm dangling over the side, wearing nothing but his boxers. "Dante." He did not respond. "Cherry. Cherryyyyy. Dante."

What the fuck is his deal. Is he dead? Or mad. "Dante!" I finally yelled.

"Shut. Up." He groaned. So he is awake.

"Why are you ignoring me?" I pouted.

"I'm not ignoring you baby. I'm just tired." He mumbled.

"What's wrong?" I asked even though he just said he was tired. I walked over to him and picked up a pillow. "Why is everything in the on the ground?"

"Because it's fucking hot in here." He said, his eyes were still closed too. I dropped the pillow back on the ground and went over to his side and kneeled down. He looked a little red on his cheeks. "Whatttt?"

"Do you feel good?"

"I feel great."

I put the back of my hand to his forehead and felt how hot it was. "Cherry, you're burning up."

"Don't call me that." He grumbled

"You're sick."

"I don't get sick."

"Of course not." I rolled my eyes and huffed. "You are sick."

"No."

"Then why are you still asleep?"

"Because I was up all night fucking you." He lazily smirked.

"Cherry, you didn't fuck me last night." I lied.

"Then that must've been a dream then. Fuck, a good one. Your pussy was-

"Dante!"

"Lemme sleep."

"But your not sick. It's 2pm."

"Really? Shit. I missed two meetings."

"Open your eyes."

"No. I'm too tired."

"Get up." I said as I got up and grabbed all the blankets and sheets, then pillows and put them back on the bed in a heap. He didn't move from his spot. "I'm calling off all your work for today."

"No. I'm going."

"I can hear it in your voice." I said and turned back to him. He was already up. "Lay back down."

"I have work. It will go away in a few hours." He muttered and grabbed his shorts.

"Mk, get back in bed."

"Where's Annie? I think I hear her calling you."

"She isn't."

"Okay but where is she?"