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“I remember everything when it comes to you.”
I move quickly and capture his lips with my own. I may have been the one to initiate the kiss, but he quickly takes over, ravaging my mouth. Somehow, both of our shirts are no longer on our bodies, discarded to the floor. My pussy is wet, and my breasts feel heavy and achy. I only get some relief when he unclasps my bra and then quickly latches his mouth on to one of my hardened nipples.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” The pleasure he’s giving me doesn’t allow me to stay quiet in his arms, and it isn’t long before I’m grinding my pussy down onto his hardened length. I know my fingernails are digging into his shoulders while I hold him close as he alternates from one nipple in his mouth to the other, but neither of us seems to care.
I’m so lost in the mind-blowing pleasure he’s giving me I don’t really register the sound of the front door. Not until I hear, “Hey, Dad, I— What the fuck are you doing?!”
The sound of Bianca’s voice has me trying to jump away from Dante, but instead of allowing me to move, he holds me close, rises up from the chair and then shoves me behind his back. It’s only then that I realize I’m completely topless. I hide behind him and search frantically for my top, but then I see the green fabric across the room.
I peek past Dante and see not only Bianca but Amanda as well, standing in the entryway, mouths agape. I thought Bianca walking in was bad, but this is a million times worse. Of all the ways I thought Bianca might find out about us, her walking in on us having sex hadn’t even crossed my mind. And Amanda being here? This is the stuff of nightmares.
“Well?” Bianca demands, her hands clenched angrily into fists at her side. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she’s furious, and I want to break down into tears. This time they won’t be happy ones.
“Don’t take that tone with me, Bianca,” Dante says, firmly holding his ground. He leans to the side and scoops up his tee shirt, then thrusts it behind his back for me to take, which I gladly do.
I slip the shirt over my head, and it comes down to my knees, making it look like I’m not wearing anything underneath it. Shit, does this make it even worse?
“You are in my house and I expect you to be respectful.”
I can’t stand here cowering and hiding behind Dante the entire time. This is something we did together, and I need to stand by him and try to explain. Maybe Bianca will be okay. She just needs time to get over it. Once Dante and I explain that we care for each other, she’ll have to understand, right?
I have a flash of Hollie warning me that I better tell Bianca before she finds out on her own because it will be so much worse, and I realize I should’ve taken that advice weeks ago. Even if she eventually accepts the relationship, will she ever forgive the fact that I lied to her?
I step out from behind Dante’s back and stand by his side, noting the fact that he hasn’t looked at or acknowledged me except for handing me his shirt.
“I’m pretty sure I can talk to you any way I want when I walk in here and you’refucking my best friend!” She’s practically screeching, and her eyes are boring into Dante. But Amanda, well, her eyes are on me and they’re filled with unconcealed disdain.
“Language, Bianca,” he says coolly. How can he be so calm right now?
I attempt to enter the heated conversation. “Bianca, I—”
“I don’t think anyone wants to hear what you have to say right now, you little tramp.”
I gasp at Amanda’s words. How dare she? I wait for Dante to say something to defend me. Hell, I would expect even Bianca to shut that shit down. She’s always been a women-supporting-women type of girl and doesn’t let people get away with saying things like that in general, let alone to people she cares about.
But neither one of them says a word to Amanda. They’re both too caught up in their battle with each other.
“So, this is why you weren’t interested in giving Mom a chance. You already had easy access to Violet.”
I have never felt so small as I do in this moment. Even my mother never made me feel this badly about myself for something I’d done. Mostly because I don’t love her the way that I love these two people who won’t even acknowledge my existence right now.
“Bianca, I already told you I wasn’t interested in getting back together with your mother, and that has nothing to do with Violet. Even if she wasn’t part of the equation, I would never be with her again.”
Amanda lets out a little gasp, then narrows her eyes back on me. I don’t know why she’s concentrating so hard on me when nobody else is. “That’s not what you said when we kissed in your truck after our date.” She’s speaking to Dante, but her eyes never leave mine.
I try to hide the hurt her words inflict on my fragile heart, but judging by the triumphant look on her face, I didn’t do it well. I’ve never particularly cared for Bianca’s mother, but seeing what I am right now, the woman is a straight up bitch. How could she derive so much pleasure from hurting somebody she barely knows?
“Amanda,” Dante snaps. “You know that’s not what happened. Stop trying to rewrite history like you always do.”
Before Amanda has a chance to respond to that, Bianca has jumped back into the fray. “How long has this been going on?” she demands in a hard voice.
Come on Dante, tell her how long we’ve wanted each other. Explain to her we have feelings for each other.
“Since your birthday party.”
“What?!” Her voice booms through the room and she looks at us with incredulity, but I also see some hurt there as well. I want to go hug her, but I know that I’m the cause of her hurt. “You’ve been lying to me. You’ve both been lying to me. How could you?”
“We didn’t want to lie,” I manage to interject.
