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I spent all day switching from being annoyed that Coulter hadn’t showed up, to reliving one of the best nights of sex of my life. Four fucking orgasms in one night. Most men didn’t even know how to give one.
Later that night, after the sun had set, I heard the lock jingle. I ran towards it, a grin splitting my face.
I bent to leap through the air, planning on jumping on Coulter but, when the door opened, it revealed not Coulter, but Dante.
I stuttered to a stop, glad I hadn’t pounced yet. “Oh, it's you."
He was dressed in a bespoke suit, with a gold tie and a brush of lipstick on his cheek. Yes," he deadpanned. "It's me."
I wiped at his cheek, rubbing the lipstick off, and looked over his shoulder. "Where's Coulter?"
“Not here."
“Wow, you're smart.”
He grinned. “I know, right?” Without another word, he turned around, leaving the door open.
I stared at it in shock for a moment, then, not waiting for an invitation, grabbed my shoes, and ran after him.
The hallways were empty, the house still and quiet. Instead of going out the side door like usual, Dante led me to the front door, where there was a sexy matte black McLaren, with a soft gold trim and windows tinted so dark, you couldn’t see inside.
“This your car?”
Not answering, he opened the passenger door, then turned towards me and just stared at me, saying nothing.
“Oh, you’d like me to get inside? How nice of you to offer.” I stepped towards it, then hesitated. "Where are we going?"
He frowned. “Get in the car, Aster."
"Does Coulter know you're doing this?" I suddenly felt the need to question his intentions. The house was too quiet, and where were the guards that usually patrolled the front door? Everything was so perfectly laid out. Too perfectly laid out.
"Just trust me."
“Where are the guards, Dante? Did you kill them?"
He raised an eyebrow. "And if I had, would that bother you?"
"Maybe. Depends on why you did it."
"Just get in."
"I don't think so." I turned around to go back to my room, and Dante sighed, cursing.
"Here, Aster."
I paused, turning around to see what he would do. He put his phone to his ear, growling.
"Sorry to interrupt but she won't get in the car."
I heard the sound of Coulter’s low chuckle and I strode to Dante, grabbing the phone from his hands to yell into it. "Where the hell are you, Coulter? You fuck me then disappear?” Dante suddenly became really interested in the tires, “I haven't seen you all day. I thought you were a real man, but apparently you're not, because real men stick around the morning after. They don't run from their emotions. No, a man like you actually begins to feel something for someone, and," I gasped dramatically, "oh my gosh, we can't have that, can we? Is that how you want to play this, Coulter? Really? God, you're so immature."
I took a deep breath, ready to keep going when Coulter interrupted what was probably going to be the longest rant of my life.
"I sent Dante to take you to see Rose, but if you'd rather stay at the house, I'm sure Dante has other things he could be doing."
All of the anger fled me, immediately replaced with a gushing of emotion. I clutched the phone to me, turning away from Dante and lowering my voice. "If this is a trick to get me in the car, I will--"
"No trick, Aster. Now just go. I'm busy."
