The Heiress' Re Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Chapter 24

A R I A N A

I stared in my sleep as my eyes sprint open my vision unclear, my body aching in places I didn’t know could ache, the sheets were tangled around my legs, the pillow slled like him that mix of expensive cologne and sothing uniquely Dante.

This wasn’t my room.

This was his room.

The bed was empty beside , but the shower was running in the bathroom, steam curling out from under the door.

I sat up too fast, wincing as my muscles protested, mories from last night flooded back Dante’s hands on , his mouth, the way he whispered my na as he buried himself deep inside of .

My face burned.

What had I done?

Worse why did it feel so right?

Because that was the terrifying part the way Dante moved inside , the way his body fit against mine it was familiar. Almost like...

No.

It couldn’t be.

Years ago, in college, I’d lost my virginity to a stranger in a club. A man whose face I never rember , whose na I never knew, I was drunk and I made mistakes, ones that pleasure so intense it haunted

for years.

But the way Dante touched

last night...

The bathroom door opened, and Dante stepped out, a towel slung low on his hips. Water dripped from his hair down his chest, over the tattoos I’d traced with my tongue last night.

I froze, clutching the sheets to my bare chest.

His dark eyes locked onto , and a slow smirk curled his lips. "Good morning, wifey."

I looked away, my face on fire, my cheeks stinging.

Dante chuckled, walking toward the bed. "You look like you wan—-"

I groaned making

burst into laugh to er and it was one of the most beautiful sights.

Dante look so different and more handso.

Gosh!

Could this man get any less perfect?

Regrets? I had all the regrets.

How had I let this happem? How had I gone from hating him to this?

He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, all I could think was.

I want him to do it again and that scared

most of all.

His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, "I don’t mind making you scream my na again while I’m buried deep inside you."

My entire body went cold then blazing hot.

I bolted upright, forgetting I was naked and how sore I was, pain shot through

as my feet hit the floor, and I stumbled.

Dante caught

before I could fall, his arms wrapping around . "Easy," he murmured, amusent in his voice.

Before I could protest, he lifted

like I weighed nothing, one of his arm under my knees, the other behind my back my bare skin pressed against his still-damp chest.

"Let

go!" I squird, but he just tightened his hold.

"Let’s get you cleaned up," he said calmly, carrying

toward the bathroom like I wasn’t fighting him.

I gave up and hid my face against his shoulder, too embarrassed to look at him.

My cheeks burned in embarrassnt.

Dante set

gently on the counter, his hands lingering on my waist when I finally dared to look up, his eyes were dark with sothing dangerous.

"If you keep squirming like that," he said, voice rough, "I won’t be responsible for what happens next."

My breath hitched.

Pervert.

But the worst part?

Part of

wanted to squirm again just to see what he’d do.

What was wrong with ?

It’s like Dante had

hypnotized and I hated I was feeling this way.

"Excuse

then"

He looked like he was about to argue before he nodded and walked away.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur, Dante had left for work after making sure I ate breakfast sothing he never did before.

I told myself not to read into it.

I had decided to take a day off and not go to work and work from how instead.

My thoughts co to a halt when phone began to ringing.

Raya’s na flashed on the screen.

I answered. "Hey "

"Have you seen this?" Raya’s voice was tight with anger.

"Seen what?" I frowned.

"Check your ssages. I sent you a link. Ariana...it’s bad."

My stomach dropped, I pulled the phone away from my ear and opened Raya’s text. There was a link to so gossip blog.

I clicked it.

The headline scread:

"Gold-Digger Ariana lendez-Russo: From Angelo’s Bed to His Uncle’s in Record Ti!"

The world tilted.

I scrolled down with shaking fingers. There were pictures

and Angelo from our wedding day,

and Dante at the gala last week.

The comnts were worse:

"Slut couldn’t even wait a month before jumping into bed with the richer Russo brother!"

"No wonder Dante married her, she probably fucked him into it!"

"Poor Angelo... she used him, then she steals his uncle!"

Tears blurred my vision my chest hurt like soone had punched .

"Ariana? Ariana, are you still there?" Raya’s voice sounded far away.

I couldn’t answer A sob tore from my throat. Then another.

They thought I was so kind of whore who slept her way up the Russo family tree.

I never asked for this, for any of it, I was stupid enough to fall in love with him, but Dante was never my choices

The office door to my room slipped open and I didn’t look up. Couldn’t.

"Ariana?"

Esralda’s voice.

"Are you okay?" She asked walking up to .

I broke into sobs as she settled down next to

pulling

into a hug.