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I sat there for a few minutes and the customers kept looking at me. It was only slightly better when the server dropped off my glass of wine and both desserts. Damn him, but thank god cause I wanted both. After I ate both, I waved him down for the bill, hating that I got stuck with it.

“Here you go,” the server hands me the bill which I don’t even look at as he takes my card.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

His gaze lingered for a moment before he turned around. Was he checking me out?

I finished my glass of wine as he brought back my bill.

“Sorry about your shitty date,” he said softly. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“Thanks, I didn’t deserve the humiliation,” I said, grabbing the pen from him to sign.

“If you’re still up for some fun later, I get off in two hours,” he said, leaving a piece of paper that had his name and number.

I raised my brow at his forwardness.

“I don’t know, Milo,” I said, looking at the piece of paper. “I think I might have had enough fun for the night.”

“Offer doesn’t expire. I’m off tomorrow too,” he said, winking, grabbing my plates and wine glass.

I blushed again, almost tempted to say see you later, but I didn’t know if I really wanted to.

“Thanks, if I stay I’ll let you know,” I said, standing and grabbing my purse.

“Goodnight, Beautiful. I hope I hear from you,” he said, walking away.

I smiled as I walked out of the restaurant that had been feeling suffocating. The night was gorgeous and while I loved Switzerland, it was time to move on. Maybe this whole app was a waste of my time, except I had managed to find Levi and Matteo, how could I be mad at that?

13. Matteo

The universe was against me; no means no, but apparently I like a little dub con.

Milan wasn’t home, but it was as close to home as I was going to get. I wasn’t running away from my best friend—I knew I was lying to myself, but I decided that we wouldn’t talk about it. If I lied to myself, maybe I would believe that Levi and I were ok.

Vi left me confused and wanting to take her up on her advice to talk to Levi, but that wasn’t a conversation I was ready for or thought I was ever going to have. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead as my phone pinged on the nightstand. Rolling over, I grabbed it, seeing Levi's name. He had tried texting me several times and each time that I responded it was always a curt response.

I know, I’m an asshole.

Levi: Hey, Vi is in Milan.

I sighed, annoyed, but a little interested as a text bubble popped up. My feelings about Vi also confused me. The entire festival weekend had turned my life upside down, a threesome with my best friend who I’d been having thoughts about made me want to blame her for everything. But it wasn’t her fault, I had made the decision to walk into that room and fuck her right alongside my best friend, who incidentally, I had confusing feelings about.

Levi: She’s wanting to go to Lake Como, but all hotels are booked. Do you think you can help her? No pressure. I thought I would help her if I could.

I grimaced. Did she really leave in the middle of the night and now was asking him for help?

Me: She messaged you just for that? Couldn’t say goodbye, but is asking for your help.

Levi: She apologized a few days after I came to Paris. We’ve been talking since then.

I rolled my eyes. What the hell was she doing?

Me: I’ll see if I can help her.

Levi: Thanks. How are you?