His Lucky Shot

Christmas Eve!

Ivy

Guess what I learnt? That there's no gifts exchanged for Christmas, among the cousins, according to them it's just a waste of time. I guess it's valid, they mostly spend time together for it. It's cute.

It's Christmas Eve and we're getting ready for the party, Xavier's doing. It's not in the penthouse though, it's at the other house, which I just discovered.

Dante walks in, he looks hot, shit.

He's wearing a white turtleneck, white dress pants, and a Santa hat. It's the hat, I swear. No

I, on the other hand am wearing, a mini skirt, with a matching top, heels and a Santa hat, notice how we're matching? Yes!

His arms wrap around my waist from behind and he rests his head on my shoulder. "I don't wanna go." He murmurs quietly.

I turn around to face him, cupping his face in my hands. " I know, but we'll come back after an hour, I promise."

"You better keep that fucking promise."

******
Dante has been sitting by the couch, the only people daring to sit next to him being us, mostly me.

Indi pulls me to the dance floor once again and I can feel Dante's urge to pull out another cigarette.

This place is loud and crowded as fuck, I understand why he didn't want to come here. Someone harshly jabs their elbow into my ribs, I turn to them immediately.

"You actual bitch." I say loud enough for the both of us to her, as I glare at her.

"Oops?" Amy grins.

"Oh, fuck off." I huff, shoving past her, roughly pushing her aside, Indi went to get some alcohol at this point, I need my fucking man.

Oh, fucking perfect. I just have to see him push Anaya off of him.

If I was an insecure bitch, I'd be thinking that they were doing something but the look on Anaya's face can't seem to hide the humiliation, disappointment and anger she feels from that reaction.

Her eyes land on me and she smirks, modelling' away.

Dante looks at me, maybe it's the one sip of alcohol I had but he looks panicked, scared even.

"I know, let's go." I say, he immediately gets up to follow me out.

The ride back is silent, I just had to see those fucking bitches on the same fucking day, not even an hour later, we're gone, I told Xav though.

Once we're at home, I immediately change into one of his sweatpants and a sports bra.

It's Christmas in a few, lol.

Dante walks into the bathroom, while I remove my mascara, his pupils growing dangerously, the moment his eyes meet mine.

He's mad.

He doesn't say anything, just frees my hair from the ponytail it was in before brushing it out to tie it into a messy bun. I taught him well, duh.

When we're both done he turns me around, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. "I'm sorry." I just nod in return, I'm too hungry for this.

He gently kisses my neck before turning me around to slowly trace the tattoo on my lower back. "I'm going to take a quick shower, then we'll you some food, ok?"

I smile, then he smiles.

"I love you, ok?" My heart skips a fucking beat, it's like he has been waiting to say it, he couldn't hold back any more.