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The thought of never seeing her again weighs heavily on my heart. Where is some ice cream when I need it? I guess alcohol will have to do to dull the ache for now.
I order a chocolatini. Of all the chocolate martinis in the world, this one is my favorite. It’s creamy, sweet, and totally delicious and hits exactly the right spot.
A tall, blond man comes up beside me, leaning on the bar.
“Let me buy you another one of those,”he says, pointing at my half empty glass. “The expression of pure bliss on your face is too good to miss. I wonder what other things would put it on your face,” he drools suggestively.
I turn my head to look at him. He’s handsome enough. Not as tall as Gualtiero, he’s wearing designer jeans and a button-down shirt.
“You’re very direct.”
“There’s no point in beating around the bush. When I see something I like,I always go after it,” he replies with a certain amount of arrogance.
“Do you always get what you want?” I ask, already bored with this conversation. It’s unimaginative and lacks anything interesting.
“Most of the time.”
“Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but this is one time you fail,” I say, getting off my bar stool to move away from him.
“Oh, come on, gorgeous. Let’s just talk for a bit. I’ve been watching you for a while. You look bored, and the guy you came with clearly doesn’t give a shit if he leaves you on your own like this.”
No, he doesn’t, I agree with him silently.
Oh, what the hell. It’s not like I have anything better to do here.
I roll my eyes at him but give him a curt nod. He beams at me and, putting a guiding hand on my elbow,leads me to a lounge by the wall. It makes me feel uncomfortable having his hands on me. It’s too familiar and a little creepy.
Even before we reach the lounge, Gualtiero is striding toward us. He’s fuming mad, his face hostile. I stop in my tracks, watching him approach.
Jeez, what has him so riled up this time?
Blondie’s hand is still on my elbow when Gualtiero reaches us. He glares at him with murderous contempt. Blondie looks shocked and somewhat terrified.
What a wimp!
Though even I have to admit that Gualtiero looks capable of anything.
“If you value your life, I’d take your hands off her immediately. I don’t appreciate anyone touching what’s mine,” Gualtiero says.
Blondie is frozen in place, or maybe he has a death wish… I don’t know, but he leaves his hand where it is.Tension is hanging heavy in the air. Animosity is pouring out of Gualtiero’s every cell as his gaze zeros in on the spot where Blondie’s hand is still touching me.
I pull away and step next to him. Placing a hand on his arm, I try to pull him away to defuse the situation. “Please, Gualtiero, just leave it… Let’s go.”
Without taking his eyes off the guy, he sneers, “Who told you to speak? Never, ever tell me what to do, Ella.”
I take a step away from him as if he’d hit me. My mouth hangs open in utter disbelief at the way he just spoke to me. It seems to catapult Blondie out of his stupor. He shakes his head as if to clear it.
“Hey, don’t talk to her like that,” he shouts.
I’m surprised this stranger is standing up for me. Maybe he isn’t such a douche after all. Immediately, Gualtiero has his neck in his hands, squeezing tight as he lifts him off the ground.
Oh my God. This isn’t happening. He’s going to kill him.
“Gualtiero, let go of him!” I plead as Blondie is struggling for breath.
He ignores me.
“Gualtiero, stop it,” I yell this time. “He has done nothing wrong. Let him go!”
