A Night Meant Only for Her
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đź“– Chapter 13: A Night Meant Only for Her
I didn’t expect him to pick me up that evening.
Not after everything that happened at school.
Not after the chaos.
But Dante?
He was unpredictable.
“Be ready by 7.”
That was the message.
No explanation.
No details.
Just… a command.
And somehow—
I listened.
By the time I stepped outside, the sky was already painted in deep shades of gold and blue.
And right on time—
A sleek black car pulled up.
Of course.
My heart skipped slightly as the door opened.
Dante stepped out.
I was dressed in a black suit again.
Simple.
Clean.
But somehow, it is still the most intimidating—and attractive—man in the world.
“You’re late,” he said.
I blinked. “It’s exactly 7.”
“Still late.”
I rolled my eyes slightly. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you’re here.”
I didn’t respond.
Because he was right.
The drive was quiet.
But not uncomfortable.
Just… "filled with something unspoken.
Something growing.
When the car finally stopped—
My breath caught.
A rooftop restaurant.
Soft lights.
City view stretching endlessly below.
Elegant.
Private.
Beautiful.
“Dante…” I whispered. “This is…”
“Acceptable?” he asked.
I looked at him.
“You always do this?” I asked.
“Do what?”
“Act like everything in the world belongs to you.”
A small smirk touched his lips.
“It doesn’t,” he said.
Then his eyes locked onto mine.
“Just the things I want.”
My heart skipped.
Again.
We were seated at a table near the edge.
The city lights glow beneath us like stars.
For once—
Everything felt… calm."
No whispers.
No Chloe.
No pressure.
Just us.
“You’re quiet,” he said.
“I’m thinking,” I replied.
“About?”
I hesitated.
Then—
“This feels… different,” I admitted.
His gaze didn’t leave mine.
“Good or bad?”
“Dangerous,” I said honestly.
That made something shift in his expression.
Not anger.
Not amusement.
Something deeper.
“You’re safe with me,” he said.
I studied him.
“You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true.”
I wanted to believe him.
And maybe…
I already did.
Dinner came and went.
But honestly?
I barely noticed the food.
Because every time I looked up—
He was already looking at me.
Like I was the only thing that mattered.
“Why me?” I asked suddenly.
The question slipped out before I could stop it.
He didn’t look surprised.
Like he was expecting it.
“I told you already.”
“I want the real answer.”
Silence.
Then—
“You don’t pretend,” he said. “Everyone around me does.”
I frowned slightly.
“And that’s enough?”
“For me, yes.”
My heart softened a little.
“You’re strange,” I said.
“And you’re honest.”
“I try to be.”
“That’s why you’re here.”
A soft breeze passed.
The city lights flickered below us.
And for the first time—
This didn’t feel like his world anymore.
It felt like…
Ours.
“Dance with me.”
I blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“There’s no music.”
“There doesn’t need to be.”
Before I could argue—
He stood.
Then, he held out his hand.
Waiting.
Always waiting for me to choose.
I looked at his hand.
Then at him.
Then—
Slowly—
I placed mine in his.
He pulled me gently to my feet.
One hand resting at my waist.
The other is holding mine.
Close.
But it's not overwhelming.
Just enough to make my heart race.
We moved slowly.
No music.
No audience.
Just the quiet hum of the city below.
“You’re staring again,” I whispered.
“You’re beautiful,” he replied.
Simple.
Direct.
Dangerous.
My cheeks warmed slightly.
“You don’t have to say things like that.”
“I don’t have to,” he agreed.
“I want to.”
I looked away.
But I couldn’t stop smiling.
After a moment—
I rested my head lightly against his chest.
And for once—
He didn’t tease me.
Didn’t say anything.
He just held me.
And somehow—
That felt more powerful than anything else.
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