The Italian's secret Love Child

CHAPTER SIX

I stood up and took my car keys. As I walked to the exit of the restaurant I soon hear the sound of heels clicking on the floor following behind me.

Well, that didn't take long.

I need to get Rose out of my system and that's what I tend on doing tonight. 

When I pass the exit Rose's scent from this afternoon hits me. The same scent which I got when I was so close to her neckline that I could feel her soft skin against my mouth as I spoke into her ear. I drove fast to my penthouse sliding smoothly through the evening traffic. Feeling the growth pressing against my pants as my erection increase more and more with each passing minute. When the penthouse got insight I parked near the entrance almost dragging Olivia out of the car. We rushed off into the elevator kissing passionately as the elevator made its way to the top floor.

When we entered the penthouse I threw her on the couch ripping her clothes from her body. Looking into her face I saw Rose I stumbled backward shaking my head. When I looked at her again it was Olivia laying on the couch starring at me confusingly.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," I answer demanding her lips once more which she freely gives me I plunder myself onto her body. Touching her skin as I kiss her rough and forcefully, she opens wider for me letting me take full control of her mouth. I hastily try to remove my shirt without breaking our kiss.

"Dante..." I hear Rose's soft voice.

I tore myself away from Olivia. My head is playing mind games with me or that whiskey must be kicking in now. I walk over to the bar and throw myself another glass of whiskey when I feel Olivia's slender arms wrap around my body.

"Leave!" I demand her.

She stills then removes her arms from my body slowly and looks at me confused.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Go!" I shout at her pulling my wallet from my pants I throw a handful of notes at her.

She looks at the money falling on the floor then her eyes start to get all watery.

"You're such a jerk!" Olivia screams at me as she rushes to the door covering her naked body with her coat.

Throwing myself another whiskey I walk up to my bathroom. I take the whole bottle, sitting fully dressed under the cold shower with Rose in my thoughts. The cold water doesn't help take away the images of Rose in that green dress and neither does the alcohol. I didn't feel bad about Olivia she'd forgive me when I give her expensive jewelry. These women are so dramatic. When the whiskey bottle is empty I get out of the shower I take a hard look at myself in the mirror and I look so pathetic all soaked up.

"What are you doing to me?"

There's something about Rose I can't explain it but I feel like there's a reason why we met today.

(The following day)

Last night all I could think about was Rose and the way her dress clung to her breast. It was so tight around her curves my hands were dying to touch it. She looked so elegant with the candlelight reflecting on her skin.