Page 42 of XOXO

C++98: Night, Beautiful.

I couldn’t help the blush that Levi had the tendency to bring out of me. He was refreshing and I was glad he messaged me even though it made me miss him. Just talking to him was fun. I hated to admit that I even missed grumpy Matteo, but maybe it was just the sex I missed because they sure knew what they were doing. It was hard not to compare every man to them.

Ottoman423 aka Otto was my date for tonight. He was sweet, kind, thoughtful and reminded me of Levi. We hit it off right away as we walked to the restaurant he picked and he had even made a reservation. The menu was simple, but his company was even better.

“I can’t believe you know that many languages,” he said, laying down his fork and knife on his plate.

“I love learning new languages. I find it fascinating,” I said, cutting into my sausage. “Being in Europe has been nice. I get to practice almost every day. I think I’ll have to practice my German more.”

“I could help with that while you’re here,” he said, taking a drink of his beer. “I happen to be a great teacher.”

“Good to know,” I said, debating if I wanted to get kinky. “What other languages do you know?”

“English and German are my main languages, but I know a little Italian and French,” he said, leaning close. “Andiamo a casa tua e puoi insegnarmi l’italiano.”

Let’s go to your place and you can teach me Italian.

I smirked. “I’m sure I could teach you a few words.”

“All the good words.” He leaned in closer. “Maybe words like good girl.”

My cheeks grew hot. “That could be arranged,” I said, a little breathy.

“I don’t think I know the word for harder either,” he said, grabbing my hand and kissing the palm. “Or you feel so good around my⁠—”

“Otto!”

A screeching yell startled us and a petite woman came barreling towards. She started speaking in German so quickly I was only picking up a few words here and there, but if I was correct, she was his wife.

Fuck my life…

Otto started speaking, but she was yelling and she was too quick in her words to let him get anything in. The bits and pieces he was saying was that I was a coworker. I laughed, he was dumb if the coworker route was going to work. I opened my phone to his Rendezvous profile and showed her my phone.

She looked at it, glaring at me like it was my fault, but this was all on him. He had no ring on and I was trusting he was single. Otto glared at me like I was a traitor, but then what did I expect, men think they do nothing wrong.

“Es tut mir so leid.” I said sorry in German.

His wife slapped him upside the head, yelling even louder as he tried to explain again. She was not letting him get a word in, slapping him once more before leaving the restaurant. Everyone was looking at us and just as I was about to get up to leave, this asshole leaves first chasing his wife.

“Hey!” I yelled as he left.

This asshole left me with the bill along with the humiliation and embarrassment.

“Nothing to see here,” I said, picking up my glass of beer.

“I’m sorry, I should have said something,” my server said, picking up his plate. “I’ve seen him with his wife before.”

I grimaced. “Not your fault, but I will take another beer to drown out that awful turn of events.”

“Of course, dessert too? On the house,” he said, looking sorry for me.

“Sure, why not,” I said, drinking the last of my beer.

“Raspberry cake or Apple strudel?” he asked, taking my plate.

“Oh, that’s a tough one. I’ll let you choose,” I said. “I’ll have a glass of wine with dessert, too. Maybe something red?”

“Ok, I’ll be back,” he smiled.