Not just a teacher (18+)

Chapter 7

(Dante's POV)

"Pour me up Angelo" said Dante. "Of course boss." Replied Angelo.

Angelo poured Dante a glass of scotch, on the rocks the way he likes. "Long day at work boss?" interrogated Angelo.

Angelo was Dante's right hand man, always obeying whatever his boss said, no matter the consequences. They've know each other since they were kids, always having each other's back.

He was tall and well- built, his complexion was golden like the Sahara desert. His eyes were grey, almost silver with a shine of integrity. They were kind eyes, kinder than Dante's. His hair was always slick back, indicating that he cares about his appearance and how he presents himself to others. 

Angelo works for Dante, dealing with business that requires him to dress and appear the part.

"I don't want to talk about work right now, I cannot allow Natalia to keep coming to this club. She's stupid for not thinking it's dangerous for her." Said Dante while taking a sip from his drink.

"Dante, you haven't told me why you don't want her to come to your club?"

Angelo pulls up a stool next to Dante, he's curious on why he's so caught up on her.

"It's not safe for her Angelo. That's all". He says as he shrugs his shoulders.

"You know you can tell me anything boss, I've known you since we were young."

He was right, he was my best friend, my right-hand man. Yet, telling him seemed so complicated and worrisome. I need to keep some parts of my life private, I don't want to seem vulnerable at all.

"Just forget it Angelo". Dante's tone was low and hoarse, alluding to the fact that he wanted Angelo to drop the subject.

"Of course Dante, I'm going to head out now, if you need anything, by all means keep me in touch." He gave Dante a wave before he headed out the door.

Dante irritably sighed when his best friend left his club, during this time he was all alone in his multi million dollar club. Everything empty and still, a lonely feeling he dreaded.

Dismissing the awful feeling, he got off of his brown leather couch and left his office. Quickly locking up his club before being hit by the alcohol he consumed. Without any problems, he rapidly got his car keys out of his coat pocket and got into the drivers seat, swiftly heading home.

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After a 45 minute drive outside the city, he finally arrived at his home. The exterior of his high-end home was luxurious to say the least, the house was lit up, sparkly from the driveway, huge alluring windows showing the interior of the home, and 3 huge car garage's that store his million dollar cars. But the extravagant car's and homes never excited Dante, it never filled the part of himself that was empty.

"Where the hell are my keys?!" Infuriated Dante. Even though he's lived there for so long, he still can't seem to recognize the same key he uses to enter and exit the home.

This stupid fucking key.

As soon as he opens the door, he is greeted by his dog. "Ivan!" The happy Doberman excitedly went running up to Dante. Licking him to show he missed him. "Did you miss me buddy?" In response, Ivan started jumping with a gleaming smile on his face. "Good boy." He said while patting the dogs head.

Leaving Ivan with a treat, he headed up his long, dark obsidian marble-floored staircase. His bedroom was the first door to the left. He threw his things onto the hard wood floor and started to quickly unbutton his dress shirt, then unzipping his pants, leaving him in only his black boxers.