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Why do I feel like he was watching me last night? Why can't I forget him?
Why can't I just move past it? He practically told me he didn't want to see me again. It should be enough to make me push him out of my mind completely, but it hasn't.
Probably because of the other stuff he said. Like wanting to fuck me and that he would if he saw me again.
No man has ever spoken to me like that before, and if he could say such things and appear to want me, why did he reject me?
Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter now.
ChapterSixteen
Serenity
When Matthew arrives to pick me up the next night, I’m still a mess.
My brain feels like someone cracked it in half and tossed it into the frying pan.
No sleep at all will totally do that to you.
My mind decided to keep me up all night so I couldkeep watch,as it were.
Of course, nothing happened, and there was no one in my apartment besides me and my stupidity.
I had to consume three energy drinks at work today and an endless supply of coffee just to stay awake. Now I’m so tired I can’t even pretend to show any kind of interest in this disaster.
From the moment Matthew sees me, he starts talking about himself. How great his day went, how fabulous he was in court, how amazing he’ll always be because of his vast skills and pleasure before business attitude toward life.
That’s all I hear on the way to the restaurant. I’ve barely said anything, and it hasn’t escaped me that he never apologized for leaving me at Dad’s dinner party so he could be with Bella.
When we get to La Rogue, a French restaurant I absolutely love, we're seated in a private booth on the rooftop. The area is elegant and sophisticated with beautiful décor that would make you think you’re actually in France.
But that’s all I enjoy about being here. Within seconds, Matthew continues talking about himself. When he gets onto the subject of rowing, I try to brainstorm ideas on how I'll survive the evening.
To do so, I’ll have to do two things. The first is to stop listening to the man in front of me, and the next is to force the gorgeous blue-eyed man I can’t get out of my head from my mind.
Neither is easy, but I find the latter harder than the other.
Just thinking of Dante again has my skin on fire as my body remembers how he touched and tasted me. Everything about him was just so intriguing, and he looked at me as if I was some kind of goddess.
How the hell am I supposed to forget all of that?
As the night wears on, all that happens is Matthew switches between telling me his life story to flirting with the waitress. I feel cheated out of my night when I see him talking to the waitress at the bar on his way back from the men’s room.
She scribbles down something on a piece of paper, and he takes it, tucking it into his jacket pocket. I guess straightaway it’s her number.
I could be wrong, but I'm sure I'm not.
When the night ends, I'm so grateful to go home I could cry.
I can't get back quick enough, and I all but run inside when we reach my apartment.
The asshole looked like he was expecting me to either kiss him or invite him in. When I saw that, I told him I could feel a migraine coming on. Thankfully he accepted that.
A heavy sigh leaves my lips as I take the stairs up to my bedroom.
I survived the night. Just barely. But that was only round one. Dad said he set up more dates for us. The only thing to do is sit and await my fate.
By the time I get up the stairs, my head actually hurts. Serves me right for lying.
