The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 106

Alessio

"What makes you say that?" I asked, my tone cold as I tried to draw a clear line.

"The way they're all looking at you, serving you drinks," she replied, her hand on my thigh. With every inch she moved closer, her hand slowly traveled up. "Now, how about I take you to a private room?"

Images of Emily filled my mind—and the promise I had made. When it came to relationships, others had low expectations for me. That's the reason why I had set high expectations for myself. What we had was real, and no amount of pussy was worth risking that. None.

With a firm grasp, I wrapped my hand around the stripper's wrist and gently pushed her away. Her mouth was slightly parted, eyes shocked as I denied her advances. "Get lost."

She was frozen in her spot and did not move a muscle—so I did. I rose from my seat and walked off, carrying my drink in my hand, instantly feeling dizzy. After a few drinks too many, the alcohol began to hit me. Wanting some air, I fought to make my way through the lounge as some of the guys tried stopping me along the way.

Eventually, I stepped outside. I lit a cigarette in the cold air and drew in a long drag. I thought about Emily every two seconds to the point I thought I was going insane, but our last conversation still bothered me. I needed us to be okay, and I needed her to know that I truly am sorry.

That would be the only way for me to relax and let the situation go.

Footsteps approached, and I glanced around, seeing Donni and Levi. I tried to escape, but Donni cornered me from the left, and Levi from the right.

"What?" I sneered, not wanting to talk to either one of thEmily. Not when I had other things to think about.

"We came to check on you," Donni sounded concerned. Levi backed him up, "We did. You looked pretty wasted back there."

"I'm not wasted," I snapped back, even though I could feel the impact of the alcohol in my systEmily.

They exchanged a look, then shrugged. "If you say so," Donni said.

"I am not drunk," I spoke word for word. First, I Emilyptied my glass in one go, then I drank Donni's and then Levi's. The alcohol burned my throat, but if this was what was necessary to get thEmily off my back, so be it.

"He's not drunk?" Donni chuckled in a whisper, lighting up his own cigarette. "Listen, did you patch things up with Emily already?"

A frown appeared on my face, "What do you know?"

"You know Dante can't keep his mouth shut," Levi spoke.

"And we heard you in the hallway, ye—" Donni started to say but was cut short by a quick shake of the head from Levi, a silent warning to choose his next words carefully.

I let out a heavy sigh, "You can say it. I yelled at her, but I didn't mean to. It's just my way of talking."

There was no point in denying it as it had already happened and everyone heard.

"You can't let it get to you. You need to fix it right now or forget about it," Donni scolded as if he were the one in charge. "You have many people depending on you. They are here to honor Stefano, and you can't lead thEmily like this. You look weak, vulnerable."

His gaze bore into me, but behind those eyes, I could sense a fear, perhaps wondering if he might've overstepped. He didn't, though. His words made sense, and I felt the same. I had been more worried about my argument with Emily than anything else.

"You're right," I admitted, knowing exactly what needed to be done.

Donni looked startled, Levi as well. Both of thEmily were not used to me giving in that quickly. "I'm glad I could get through to you for once," Donni spoke with a smile.

"Yes, you did," I spoke. "I need to fix it right now—I will call her again!"

"Good job, Donni," Levi sighed, covering his face, clearly thinking it wasn't the best idea. Donni scratched his head. "Not quite what I meant."

Ignoring their reactions, I put down the glass in my hand and stomped out my cigarette. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Emily's number, hoping she would pick up. As expected, she didn't, and the call went to voicEmilyail. That was alright. Both worked for me.

"Emily!" I spoke after the beep. "You are my world, and I'm an idiot. I never meant to yell at you, I should yell at myself for being so fucking stupid," I began, pouring my heart out.

I walked away as Donni tried to snatch the phone away and succeeded in keeping it out of

his reach. "You're right, I have to work, and I will work so hard for you. Please don't give up on me and give me a second chance."

"Give that phone here," Donni hissed. "You're humiliating yourself for what? Levi, help."

I kept going, "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, and I love you so much, so please don't be angry anymore. It will always be you, Emily, and if I die this week, I want you to know that you are the best person I've ever been with and the best sex I ever had—"

"That's it," Levi breathed, joining Donni. "I can't listen to this any longer."

Now both of thEmily were trying to take the phone away, but I had much more to say. "No escorts, no side pieces, only you! It will always be you, me, and Naty. Fuck, I love you so much I just want to marry you!"

In a swift motion, Levi pulled the phone from my hand and hid it behind his back. I blinked, still processing from where he had the audacity to take it from me. "I wasn't finished yet."

Donni scoffed, "Oh, you are finished."