Adelaide Dove Hindley is a young woman with too many problems to bear. After an abusive episode with her boyfriend, she runs to the pier. She just wanted to escape her life and have some peace but when she finds herself about to jump she doesn't kno...
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I feel like a complete dick for letting her leave this morning. Once I saw her in that little dress my brain stopped working for a second. I let her leave not knowing where she was working or how far it was.
I should have known she didn't have a car because I'm the one who took her home. I also remember meeting her in that cafe and she wasn't wearing that uniform she also said that it was her best-paying job so she definitely had multiple.
She was probably trying to provide for that cheating asshole.
I could treat her a million times better than he ever could. If I had her I would cherish her every day and treat her like the goddess that she is. I can't even fathom why anyone wouldn't want her.
As an apology I made dinner. I nervously walk over to her door and pace back and forth on what I'm going to say. I finally find the guts to knock on her door. I hear her say to come in and I open the door to see her laying on her bed.
She has white shorts on showing off her tanned legs and a light pink tank top with her boobs practically spilling out. She has on a bra pushing them up.
She would kill me if she knew I was thinking about her like this. She just got out of a toxic relationship for fuck sake.
"I made dinner. You said you didn't eat anything all day so I made something," I say scratching the back of my head. A smile plays on her lips and the next thing I know she hugs me tightly. It takes me a second but I hug her back.
I chuckle in response and lead her to the dining room with my hand on the small of her back.
She's so warm.
Dear god, I sound like a fucking creep.
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He leads me to a big dining room with a huge table but there are only two plates directly across from each other steaming with spaghetti. My jaw hits the floor at how good it smells. I take my seat across from Zane as he pores some wine into my glass.
He has a whole setup with garlic bread, cheese, salad, toppings, and so much more.
I can't believe he did this for me.
"I hope you like pasta," He says with a slight chuckle. "I do," I say with a smile. I take a sip of my wine feeling it slip down my throat.
Just what I needed.
He starts eating and I take that as a go-ahead to eat myself. I take my fist bite and it feels like heaven on my tongue. I moan at the flavors swirling around in my mouth. How can someone be this good at cooking?
"You like it?" He asks with a smile. I nod with a large smile while stuffing my face with more food.
"How did you learn to cook so well?" I ask. He looks up at me, "Since I was little my grandmother always taught me different recipes she was trying to perfect and this one was the one she made most so I became really good at it. I'm Italian, I have to be good at cooking," he says sipping his wine.
"You're Italian?" I ask. "Yeah, born and raised in Italy."
"I had no idea, you don't have a strong accent or really one at all," I chuckle.
"I've been speaking English my whole life but my first language is Italian."
"Why don't you have an Italian name?" I ask.
"My mother wanted me to have a unique name and Zane isn't very common in Italy. I don't have any Italian names in my full name because my mother thought I would grow out of Italy and do bigger things than what it has to offer," He explains.
"What is your full name?"
"Zane Aaron Foster."
Panties soaked.
"What's your full name?" He asks sipping his wine.
"Adelaide Dove Hindley," I say clenching my thighs.
He looks so sexy right now. His messy sleeves rolled up showing off his tattoos and toned forearms. His veins are popping out of his skin as he holds his drink swirling it around. His collar is slightly unbuttoned showing off his muscular chest and some tattoos that hide underneath his clothes.
I look up to meet his blue eyes. "Is it ok if I call you Dove?" He asks. My lower stomach erupts in butterflies as so as he asks that. I nod my head with a smile. "We're still going into town tomorrow to get you some stuff right?" He asks.
