Not just a teacher (18+)

Chapter 12

Dante's POV

Feeling the sunshine peak through the window, the birds chirping, and Ivan barking away. It seems weird getting out of bed late, especially since I'm so used to waking up right at 5 am, no earlier and no later. I hesitantly get out of bed, I believe there's no point in laying in bed, especially since I don't have much company to keep me there. Walking over to my bathroom, I turn the shower water on to wake my body up faster, turning it a bit too far, the humidity of the water started to quickly fog up my mirror. I can't help but think about last night, the way she felt and the innocence she was radiating. Everything about her is perfection. But having her in my car was a total and complete mistake, I almost got caught in ways unimaginable, who knows what else would've happened. "Fuck" I say under my breath.

But yet, I don't know why I feel this way about her, she's not special to me. She isn't even my friend, yet she stays in my mind like a reoccurring song.

I turn the water off and grab the towel on the nearest shelf, wrapping it around my wet body, my hair dripping down to my face.
Walking back to my bedroom, I see the clock strike 9 am, still early, but not as early as I usually am.

Changing into grey sweatpants and a clean white tee, I exit my room and I am immediately greeted by Ivan. His eyes shimmering at the sight of me. "Such a good boy!" I tell him, petting his soft fur on his back. It doesn't take much till he runs down to the kitchen to be fed.

Walking past all the empty rooms, I head over down the stairs to the kitchen, making my way over to cook breakfast and to feed Ivan. Reaching over, I grab a pan to make eggs, I never really enjoyed them, but my mom would always force me to eat them, otherwise I wouldn't be "manly and strong". I chuckle at myself, remembering her exact words and tone. "I miss her." I whisper. Shaking my head to remove the thoughts, I continue to cook up my sizzling morning breakfast. The scent of fresh eggs makes its way into my nose, with hints of the bacon flying in.

I finish up and start putting the dishes away and clean the area up a little bit, yes I do have a maid, courtesy of Angelo, but I tend to send her home early. What's the point of having one if you can do things yourself, I scoff to myself.

I dry my hands and leave the kitchen, but before I decide to sweep and mop the floors, Ivan comes running to me, insisting I let him out. "Fine buddy, you can go!" I unlocked the front door, and he goes running into the free air.

30 minutes later, I put the mop where it belongs in my laundry room, leaving it against the way next to the others. I make my way back upstairs to get ready for the day. Heading up the steps, I hear scratches on my front door. "What the?" Choosing to ignore the noise, I continue to ascend up the steps, but this time the scratches are louder. The fuck is that noise? I stop halfway of the first pack of stairs, standing still to see if it happens again, and it does. Walking closer to the front door, I hear faint panting, but the type of panting dogs make. Ivan?

Putting my hand on the handle, I open it and immediately see Ivan. His eyes on the brink of sadness and pain, his small neck being restricted by a tight rope, holding him still. "Buddy! What happened?!"

As if he heard what I said, he quickly spits out a piece of paper, I stop, stare at the perfectly thrown paper. Anger making its way into me, fury being known on my face. "Who the fuck did this to you!" I said. I know a dog cannot speak, but I am so desperate to know who the fuck had the audacity to do this shit. I bend down, keeping myself in a crouched position. I pick up the wet and grossly saggy sheet. Don't be stupid Dante, next time, please do be a bit careful. You wouldn't want me putting my hands on that precious girl of yours. What the fuck is this talking about, what gir-

I freeze, instantly realizing. He must be talking about Natalia. Shit.

I throw the sheet back onto the floor and get up, more fury entering my body. Quickly enough I look at Ivan, gently removing the tight rope that was left on his neck. Fucking Ricci's. Why did I even offer to help Natalia, I could've easily told her where to go instead of getting myself into more of a fucking mess. What's wrong with me? Seconds after releasing Ivan, I let him back into the house, clearly he isn't safe outside anymore. Where the hell are my bodyguards when I fucking need them?