Everyone wants him
1076 Words
đź“– Chapter 6: A Man Everyone Wants
The moment I stepped onto campus, I knew something was different.
It was louder than usual.
Not normal loud—
Excited loud.
“Did you hear? He’s here today!”
“I heard he donated millions!”
“They said he owns half the city—”
“Is he really that handsome?”
I frowned, adjusting my bag as I walked beside Emily.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
She grabbed my arm immediately, eyes wide.
“You don’t know?!” she whispered loudly. “Some billionaire is here for a school donation. Like—a BIG one.”
I shrugged. “Okay… and?”
“And he’s insanely handsome,” she added like that was the most important part.
I rolled my eyes slightly.
Of course that was the important part.
“Come on,” she said, pulling me. “Everyone’s heading to the hall.”
Reluctantly, I followed.
The hall was packed.
Students everywhere.
Whispers filling the air.
I stood at the back, not really interested.
Until—
He walked in.
And everything stopped.
My breath caught.
No.
No way.
Dante.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his presence alone silencing the entire room. He looked nothing like the injured man I had helped.
This version of him?
Untouchable.
Powerful.
Dangerous in a completely different way.
“Wait…” Emily whispered beside me. “That’s him. That’s Dante Moretti.”
My heart skipped.
Moretti?
“He’s like… one of the biggest businessmen in the country,” she continued. “And I heard—”
“Mafia,” someone behind us whispered.
A chill ran down my spine.
So it was true.
Everything about him.
Girls were already staring.
Whispering.
Some even fixing their hair.
And then—
She walked in.
Tall.
Beautiful.
Confident.
The kind of woman who knew exactly what effect she had on people.
She walked straight toward Dante.
Like she belonged there.
My chest tightened slightly.
“Who is that?” I asked without thinking.
Emily leaned closer. “That’s Victoria Hale. Model. Socialite. She’s always around powerful men.”
Of course she was.
Victoria smiled as she reached Dante, placing a hand lightly on his arm like it was natural.
Like she had done it before.
“Dante,” she said smoothly. “You didn’t tell me you’d be here.”
His expression didn’t change much.
But he didn’t move her hand either.
Something twisted in my chest.
I didn’t like it.
At all.
“Why do I care?” I muttered under my breath.
Emily glanced at me. “Care about what?”
“Nothing.”
“And look who else is trying,” Emily added quietly.
I followed her gaze.
Chloe.
Of course.
She walked forward confidently, flipping her hair slightly as she approached Dante and Victoria.
“Hi,” Chloe said sweetly. “I just wanted to say it’s an honor to have you here.”
Her voice was softer than I had ever heard it.
Fake.
Dante barely glanced at her.
“Mm.”
That was it.
Just that.
And yet—
She stayed.
Smiling.
Trying.
My jaw tightened slightly.
Why was that bothering me?
It shouldn’t.
None of this should.
And yet, I couldn’t stop watching.
Couldn’t stop noticing the way other girls looked at him.
Wanted him.
Like he was something to compete for.
Something to win.
Something I didn’t have.
Something I didn’t even accept.
So why did it feel like this?
Why did my chest feel tight?
Why did I suddenly want to leave?
I turned quickly and walked out of the hall.
I needed air.
Space.
Distance.
“This is stupid,” I muttered, heading toward the restroom. “I don’t care. I don’t—”
The door opened behind me.
Footsteps.
Familiar.
My heart betrayed me instantly.
I didn’t turn.
“Running away?” his voice came.
Low.
Calm.
Too close.
“I’m not running,” I said, facing the mirror instead. “I just needed space.”
Silence.
Then the door locked.
My breath caught.
“Dante—this is the girls’ bathroom.”
“I know.”
Of course he did.
I turned slowly.
He was standing there.
Watching me.
Like always.
But this time—
There was something else in his eyes.
Something darker.
Something knowing.
“You’re upset,” he said.
“I’m not.”
“You’re jealous.”
My heart skipped.
“No, I’m not.”
A small smirk touched his lips.
“Liar.”
I frowned. “Why would I be jealous? You can talk to whoever you want.”
He stepped closer.
Slow.
Controlled.
“Then why did you leave?”
I opened my mouth.
Nothing came out.
Because I didn’t have an answer.
At least not one I was ready to admit.
He stopped right in front of me.
Close enough to make my breathing uneven.
“You watched,” he said quietly. “Every second.”
Heat rushed to my face.
“I wasn’t—”
“You were.”
His hand lifted slightly—
Then rested against the sink beside me, trapping me between him and the counter.
My heart raced.
“Those women don’t matter,” he added.
I swallowed.
“Then why are they there?”
His gaze dropped briefly to my lips.
Then back to my eyes.
“Because they want something they can’t have.”
My breath caught.
“And what is that?” I whispered.
His voice dropped.
Low.
Dangerous.
“Me.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Then—
“Too bad,” he continued, his eyes locking onto mine, “I don’t want them.”
My heart skipped again.
“Then what do you want?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Big mistake.
Because the way he looked at me after that—
There was no escape from it.
“You already know.”
My breath hitched.
His hand moved slightly—
Brushing lightly against my waist.
Not fully holding.
But enough.
Enough to make my thoughts blur.
“Dante…” I whispered.
“Say it,” he murmured.
“I—”
But I didn’t finish.
Because he leaned in.
And this time—
When his lips touched mine—
It wasn’t accidental.
It was intentional.
Slow.
Claiming.
Like he already knew the answer I was trying to deny.
And for a moment—
Just one moment—
I forgot about everything else.
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