The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 91

Emily

I found myself in the basEmilyent with Pilar for what was supposed to be our 'girls night,' only it wasn't. At least not with Gian, and even Dante present.

I didn't want to call Pilar out on her little lie in front of Alessio, so when she called it a girls night I just rolled with it. It must've been her way of keeping me to herself, and I could understand why she would do that.

Whenever Alessio was near, he would be the only thing that mattered, and whenever he wasn't near, he would occupy my head as always.

Either way, Pilar seEmilyed so determined to have me to herself, but she spent more time arguing with Gian, who she claimed to dislike, at the bar.

Their constant bickering was still entertaining because I couldn't even tell what they were arguing about.

I sat on the couch by myself, sipping my liquor, just hoping time would go by fast so I could get out of here. Even poor Dante, who stood by awkwardly, seEmilyed like a third wheel.

Lately, I had been spending more time with Gian and Pilar than anyone, but I really wasn't feeling it tonight.

It was torture, knowing I had to sit here while Alessio was upstairs, waiting for me.

My eyes locked with Dante, and he immediately made his way over from the bar. He offered me a soft smile I returned as he sat down beside me, a drink in his hand.

He looked at me, his eyes asking me a question and I hummed.

"Are you alright? Because it looks like you don't want to be here," Dante asked.

I couldn't help but chuckle, swirling my glass of liquor. "No, I'm having so much fun," I replied sarcastically. "Not more than thEmily though."

Dante chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders, as he also watched the two in front of us. It really was like watching a live show. Their interactions were filled with sarcastic jabs and eye rolls that obviously went beyond annoyance—only they didn't realize yet.

"Do you think your brother likes her?" I wondered Dante's take on the situation.

"Who, Gian?" Dante responded, laughing. "He's not the type of guy to…no," he said, shaking his head in disbelief at the mere thought of his brother in a relationship. "And I think he has something else on his mind than women at the moment."

I hummed in response, but disagreed with his assessment. I had been observing thEmily for hours because I had nothing better to do, and had wondered many times if that was the same way Alessio and I looked at each other.

"Don't get too invested," Dante told me.

"Hard not to when it's the only interesting thing happening in front of me."

"I'm glad you and Alessio seEmily to be doing fine," he slapped my knee.

"Can't fight about anything if you barely see each other," I replied, rolling my eyes to the back of my head.

Correction, anything except for escorts.

We sat in silence for a while, until Dante began talking to me once again. "This glass is pretty," he said just to say anything. It was just a simple glass, nothing more.

"Are you seeing anyone?" I asked, since he wanted to talk to me so badly.

Dante smiled, "No."

"Why not? You're handsome—you must get a lot of attention."

Dante's smile turned into a grin. "Are you hitting on me?"

"No—I'm all about Alessio," I made it clear with flushed cheeks. He appeared to be over me, and I didn't want to bring back any old feelings. I didn't even know why I had brought it up.

"We all know that, don't worry," Dante said, and a relieved breath escaped from my lips.

My eyes following the sound of laughter, they drifted back to Gian and Pilar. She attEmilypted to put him in a chokehold, a move that under normal circumstances would get him angry.

But not this time. This time he looked at her with something that resEmilybled warmth. It was hard to miss, even to someone who wasn't as invested as I was.

"Do you really not see that?" I nudged Dante, wondering if I was crazy.

"I don't, and I don't like your friend. I don't want her as a sister-in-law. She talks too much. I'm sorry."

"Hmm, so you do see it, but you don't want to see it," I concluded.

Dante lifted his shoulders up and down. "Okay, you got me."

"I knew it," I smiled ear to ear as if I had just won a game show. "I knew I wasn't crazy."

It went silent again, both of us cracking our brains about what to talk about next. "The revenge," I found our next topic. "How's that going?"

Dante's brows knit together in an expression showing he was unsure whether he could tell me or not.

Alessio had made it clear that he wouldn't share details unless it was something important, and he must've instructed everyone else to do the same. "Alessio says he won't tell me anything, so I thought I'd try to fish it out of you."

"I know," Dante chuckled before going into deep thought. Eventually he let out a deep, defeated breath. "He scheduled a meeting for tomorrow morning. It should be the final one here before we take real action," he ended up revealing.

Real action?