A Wolf in the City

32. Dangerous as a coiled Viper.

Raven

I wake up to a banging headache and I groan. When I look around to find myself in my bed, I squint my eyes, a bit confused. Then I start to get off the bed as slowly as I can.

Damn hangover. The unsettling events of last night comes back in a rush and I fight the urge to just crawl back into bed, pull the covers over my head and fall back into oblivion. Shame and anger battles within me at the same - shame at the wanton way I had allowed myself to fall for Dante's games while I throw myself at him like a desperate slut. Anger because I remember the events between the girls and I and how it leads to me almost getting r***d by a creep at the restroom to how I had thought I saw a bear rescue and punch the creep only for my saviour to turn out to be Dante.

I had been at his mercy and he had once again saved me from what could have been very disastrous, somehow, I know that I will not hear the last of it.

I am also still pissed at my stupid ways of clinging to him and even going as far as telling him how hot he is and what not. I can not even believe that I pulled off my dress right in his presence, heck, I had even kissed him first, all by myself.

My cheeks burns as I recall the wanton way I had kissed him, even going so far as to - Ugh!

Shaking my head to clear the reminder of my stupidity, I rise on unsteady legs, heading to the bathroom. I avoid looking in the mirror as I pee, not wanting to see the reflection of the wanton, silly creature from last night. After my business is done, I stumble back to the bedroom, muttering a curse as my right foot kicks an empty bottle of wine out of the way.

Story of my life. Kiss like a fool, drink like a fish to try and drown out the foolishness.

Perched on the edge of the bed, Winter suddenly barges in, thus startling me, “What the hell is that for? How many times do I have to tell you to stop barging into my room like you are trying to catch me doing something immoral or illegal?” I scold and she merely rolls her eyes.

“What you did in front of the beautiful man yesterday is more than immoral if not illegal too, Raven! Gosh, you were like a wild goose who just wouldn’t stop talking, I was more than embarrassed to be associated to be associated with you especially as a family even. Gosh!”

”Uhm... what is that?” I ask, feigning naivety despite knowing by myself that she is very correct.

“You very well know what I am saying, well, that asides, who is he? Do you think he will be able to wait till I am eighteen so I can date him?” She asks and I stare at her like she said pigs could fly.

“Are you crazy? What the heck? You should not even be crushing on anyone his age much more planning to date him when you are eighteen when he is obviously going to be old by then, plus he is a crazy psychopath and no one related to me will have anything to do with him.” I say.

“Whatever! I don’t need your help, I only asked a question, this can be sorted on my own. Also, I came to check if you are alive or not and now that it is confirmed, I will just like to let you know hat I am going to be at Mary’s, we have some group assignments to catch up on. Bye!” Winter says dismissively as she catwalks like a diva out of my room.

I shake my head as soon as she closes my door and then I slip off the silk nightie that is on my body, one that I do not remember putting on myself and then I head back to the bathroom, with the intent of taking a shower. The steaming water helps ease my pounding head and soothe muscles I have no idea are tense. Wrapped up in a fluffy towel, while I vigorously dry my wet hair with another, I wander into the sitting room, crossing to the kitchenette in our living room to start coffee.

Steaming cup cradled in both hands, I flop down on the couch, grateful that it is my day off, just as a knock sounds on the front door.

"The door's open." I call out thinking that it is probably Jackie and maybe even his fiance here to apologize for what happen yesterday as usual, ugh, I do not even know why I try so hard to get along with those girls.

"Well. I must say this is quite an entertaining view." A familiar voice says and I jump in shock at the voice. I spin around to face the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. Dante stands framed in the doorway, a smug smile on his face even as his eyes sweeps over me- a slow languid look that set my cheeks aflame, reminding me that I am entirely naked under that flimsy towel.

Still, I gather my wits enough to give him a frosty look. "What the hell are you doing in my apartment? How do you know exactly which door I live at?" I snap only to remember that he literally dropped me off last night so it is not even his first time here.

Dante raises an eyebrow in mock query, lips curved in an amused smile. "You're not happy to see me, princess?" He drawls, leaning against the doorway, arms folded across his chest. My eyes are drawn to the ripple of muscles in his biceps, straining against a tight white t-shirt. "Pity, I was hoping for a warmer reception. Though I daresay, I like the view just fine."

I grit my teeth in frustration, the headache returning in full force. Why can't he go torment someone else? Now, he makes it seem as though I'd known he was coming and had deliberately dressed in only a towel in an attempt to seduce him. The very idea is preposterous. I will rather seduce a dragon.

He is dressed in gym clothes, gray sweatpants over that tight white tee that hugs his body like a second skin, giving me an unobstructed view of well-toned muscles and perfectly sculpted abs. His hair is ruffled and damp from a recent shower. Even looking ultra casual, the evil man still looks like heavens gift to s*x.

"Why are you here, Dante?" I force out through clenched teeth. He chuckles, straightening from the doorway and coming further into the house. He stops a few paces from me and his eyes sweeps over the room, taking it all in. "Nice palace," he says as he shoots me a mocking smile. "Fit for a snobby little princess, isn't it?"

"Dante," I snap, already at the end of my patience. "State your business or get out. I'm not in the mood for your mind games today."

"All in good time." He says and lowers himself onto the white leather couch, making himself comfortable. The new position offers him a better view of my bare legs and he stares at me, a blazing heat in his eyes. "Where is that lover boy? I thought he would have come back here for a morning s*x or something? I would, if I were the one f*****g you."

I scoff, trying desperately to ignore the bolt of heat that goes straight to the area between my legs. "My love life is none of your business," I tell him, crossing my arms under my breasts. "And as for f*****g me? That will never happen."

He grins. A lazy, dangerous grin that reminds me of a large predator right before it pounces on its unwitting prey. "Care to bet on that, princess?" He asks.

I reminded myself to remain on my guard. The man is as dangerous as a coiled viper, and whatever his intention for coming here, it certainly does not bid well for my peace of mind.

I walk past him but he shoots out an arm and tries to stop me. I duck, avoiding his touch but he catches hold of an edge of her towel and tugs. I gasp as the towel slips free, my body completely exposed to his gaze.

"Oh! Now look what you've done to!" I snap, hands flying to cover my breasts and v****a. I glare at him, prepared to give him another tongue lashing but freeze as I notice that Dante stands rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on my naked body.

I gulp at the blaze of lust in his eyes. This is so not happening.