My Soft Boy

Chapter 11

Dual chapter ( 2 povs in 1)

Dante
Yup I think I was starting to get a liking to her. I stood looking in the mirror trying to figure out how to do my tie. My mother was always fond of doing it for me. I fumbled and twisted trying to find a solution to this. Forget it, I thought to myself and walked out of the change room. Valentina stood by the change room doors, observing the black theme displayed around the room. I cleared my throat making her turn towards me.

She walked up to me and gave her statement

"You look good."

I was a man with a lot of self pride and "good" did not cut it for me.

"Just good?" I questioned

She took a deep breath before releasing it out. Her lips quivering a bit.

"You look so handsome. But not just In this you look handsome every single day of the week and I hate you so much for it. Turn around."

I stood there in shock, flabbergasted on the fact that she said that. I turned around and let her work around me, too stunned to make any subtle comments. Her thin fingers glided over my chest as she fixed my vest. Her face came closer to me as she skillfully did my tie. She mumbled and frowned as she concentrated. Making me smile at her naïve behaviour. She stepped back and observed her work before giving me a thumbs up. I turned around and was shocked. A pang of jealousy started arising in me, deep In me. 'How does she know how to tie? I quickly drowned them, not letting myself feel.

I haven't felt anything in years. I was a dick. Whenever a girl gave herself to me I'd throw her out just like all of them. Some stuck around but I eventually got bored and threw them out too. Yeah I was a fuck boy but Valentina made me feel like a man. A man with dreams, aspirations. A goal in life. She made the worst days even better with just her. We didn't talk but I felt attracted. I felt the need to keep her safe. Hold her, hug her, tell her things that I've never told anyone. I felt guilty. I wanted to tell her about her father. It wasn't my fault, believe me. I had so much respect for Dimitri but I was scared? Nervous? I didn't know, I hadn't succumbed to any possibility that maybe she wouldn't believe me. I mean who would, look at me. I stared at myself in the mirror. Before turning around and signaling for her to leave.

She was way too precious. Nothing like that could be kept safe by me. She looked shocked, hurt. We had a thing going but I couldn't, I wouldn't tell her. I needed time, a lot of it.
She stepped out, eyes glossy. I buried my feelings deep down. 'I'm sorry Dimitri but I can't keep her safe. There is someone out there that'll help her better than I can. I shut the change room doors and changed. I walk out my clothes in my Arms as I check out looking around trying to spot Valentina. She was nowhere in sight.

I grab my things and leave the store. I see her standing in a store that was very closed off. She walks out looking furious. I grab her neck and ask her to return the dress and try it on. She huffs and puffs as I lift her off the ground and carry her to the change room. Pushing her in she slams the door in my face. I sit out looking at my phone. She comes out with a pout on her lips. I took her in. Like art in a museum. She stood tall and her dress stuck close to her body. I stood up and felt a push of some sort of attraction. I don't know what it was but I couldn't help it. I walked over and I kissed her. The dreams and the thinking sessions all came into my mind as I kissed her. Shock was evident in her actions as she stood there.

I stepped back scared that I was feeling this scared of the outcome. But I was wrong. She grabbed my neck and slammed her lips onto mine. I held her waist as she moved around. I picked her up and sat her down on my lap as she moved her hips to the rhythm of our kissing. She was dry humping me as she moaned so beautifully. This was better than the dreams. I let myself be consumed by her scent, her lips, her everything. She suddenly got off my lap, said something and left. I was left there with a hard on as I replayed the images in my mind.