Now That I Love You I Can't Hate You

Chapter 7

"That's what you're wearing to the bar?" I give Darson a look from the mini walk-in closet. Darson said he doesn't have friends, the exception being Kayle yet we're off to a bar in Italy in which said nonexistent friends invited him to.

My attention goes to the frilly dress that barely covers my buttocks. Honestly, I've grew out of the dress and have no intention of actually wearing it. Hence, why I'm currently searching for choice number two while Darson slips a random white shirt from a hanger.

"It's cute, right?"

"It's...something." I smirk, knowing he hates it but doesn't want to be the type to tell his wife what to wear. He side eyes the dress one more time before shoving on the shirt.

I yank a crop top and high waisted fitted fishtail flare skirt to match from a hanger. Hell yes. I almost didn't pack this. The red outfit is perfect for the occasion.

I finish getting ready, gathering my hair to one side and fastening it there. I complete the look with black platform heels with strings that criss cross up to mid leg.

I exit into the living with an alluring stride. I stop a few feet in front of Darson with a leg out. He blinks twice, admiring the outfit. "Better?"

"I don't know if to burn it or keep it as souvenir." He won't take his eyes off me. That statement sounds weirdly familiar.

"Ready?"

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It's a bar but a fancy outdoor one. Neon signs, fairy lights and a load of alcohol. A lot of people are here, chatting, dancing and drinking.

The grass sinks beneath my feet as Darson and I walk across the well manicured lawn. His hand on the small of my back guides me to wherever he's off to. I'm just impressed by how well everything is set up. Tall, white tables scatter along the area with people standing at them.

"Is this a bar or a party?" Italian music plays from hidden speakers, setting the perfect atmosphere under the stars and refreshing breeze.

"Both it seems." He pulls me closer into him, although that looks to be close to impossible by how close we are right now. "But I like it." I nod in agreement as we settle at a table. The tables don't have seats so everyone is either standing around talking or grooving to the music. "I'll get us drinks." Darson leaves me before I can suggest I come with. I feel a bit awkward just standing here by myself.

A girl around my age stops at my table with a sour look on her face. She starts talking in a language that sounds like Italian. She sounds angry too. She practically slams her drink down on the table I'm on. I crane my neck in the direction she's looking. There's a guy making out with someone a few feet away from us. I suppose that's the root of her hot temper.

The girl then turns to me and begins her string of conversation. I look at her, completely confused. I don't think she knows I don't speak Italian. She doesn't give me a chance to say it either. She's angry and she clearly came over here to vent to a stranger.

I discreetly look around for Darson. Save me, please. She's fuming but I know it has everything to do with the lovey dovey couple a few feet away.

"That asshole." She barks in their direction. This I understand. I knew she wasn't happy.

Darson practically materializes from nowhere. He must've seen the desperation in my eyes because he passes me a funny look before turning to the girl.

You know, Darson always surprises me. There's never a moment where he ceases to amaze me. DARSON MELDEEV KNOWS ITALIAN? Who is this guy? The words leave his lips so flawlessly, so melodically that anyone would think him a native. Hell, even I wondered for a second if he's perhaps Italian and I didn't know. I have zero clue what he's saying but I hang onto every word leaving those ridiculously nice looking lips. He kisses me with those. I almost giggle out loud at the thought. Someone control me.