DESIDERIO: A Short Story | 18+

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"Wasn't it good? I'll miss Alesia."

I was spacing out. All I could think about was the fact that she would be leaving. This won't last forever. I knew that, so why was it bothering me now? We were all just having fun.

"Matteo. You're not listening to me." Jasmine said leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Yes, Fiore. Dinner was good. It's early still, do you want to go somewhere?"

"Yes. Wherever. I don't mind."

We sat at a table and had a few drinks.

"This is your only one."

I plan to fuck her until she can't move.

"Okay, I need a water."

"I'll get it." I got up not thinking too much.

"No. It's fine. Sit down, Matteo."

"Since when do you tell me what to do?" I wrapped my hand around her waist. She kissed my cheek.

"Only sometimes. Let me go."

"Don't take long or one of us will come get you."

"Yes, Matteo."

She walked away. I could see people looking at her. She's beautiful, but there was something about her that pulled you in. You wanted to know more. Hear her talk. See her smile. Spend time.

Dante got up.

"It's been one minute." or maybe I spaced out again.

He looked at me and walked to find her.

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|Dante DeLuca

I liked to see where she was at all times. Safety reasons of course.

I walked to the bar, and she wasn't there. I scanned the room and saw her talking to someone by the bathrooms. It looked like she was uncomfortable.

Walking to her, I grabbed her waist.
"Fiore, is everything okay here?"

She turned to me, "Yes. Let's go."

"DeLuca. I'm not surprised. You collect the most beautiful women."

He walked off and she looked up at me.

"Collect?" Jasmine questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Weren't you supposed to be getting water, Jasmine?"

"Don't deflect Dante. What does that mean?"

"Let's go."

Some people just talk without thinking.

"No. Am I just another notch on your belt? I asked you if this was something you did often." Had this been another woman I would have cut this short.

Why was she different?

"And it's not. We are leaving. Let's go." She pulled away from me and walked to the door. Her steps hurried as she moved through the crowd. Matteo saw and got up throwing money on the table.

"Jasmine," I called to her. She turned around. She looked upset.

"Tell me, am I just another notch on your belt?" She looked between us. Matteo now at my side.

"No. I don't view you that way. You are different. You know this. I don't let women in my home, sleep in my bed, wash their bodies, and feed them on my lap. Only you Fiore." She looked at me teary-eyed.