//dress/ Song is SOOOOO fitting for this chapter//

"I love you"

Those were three words he used to say to me over and over again.

When we'd be eating dinner or watching a movie.

I thought it was cute and romantic.

Now, not so much.

But what exactly was love?

noun /ləv/
an intense feeling of deep affection

You could feel affection for anyone or anything.

Hell, I felt affection for a little monkey who looked sad at the zoo.

So it wasn't a big deal that he told me he loved me. If it was, he wouldn't have gone and fucked another woman.

On multiple occasions may I add.

After swallowing a whole glass of wine, I slipped on my tight black bodycon dress with a plunging neckline that clung to me like second skin- leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Leaving my long wavy locks loose, I applied a deep red lipstick with my smoky shadow that made my grey eyes pop.

He was going to rue the day his father fucked his mother.

After putting on my louboutins I went to open the door. Lo and behold my 2 year boyfriend was at the door with a bouquet of flowers.

It was full of hydrangeas. My favorite flowers were red roses.

He never brought me red roses.

Ever.

I never said anything about it before but things were different now.Scrunching my face I took the bouquet from my extremely punctual boyfriend "these again" I sighed.
He was looking at me completely awe struck. "Baby you, you look.. Wow"
I shrugged "Yea" and placed the flowers on the countertop rather than in a vase.

"Baby don't you like the flowers?" He asked eagerly whilst checking me out. "Not really. I'm a bit tired of them" he nervously chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Well, I'll buy you a whole flower shop. As long as you're not tired of me"

Tired doesn't even cut it.

He leaned in to kiss me but I moved back "don't mess up my lipstick" I said pushing him away "and hands off my dress. Don't wrinkle it"

He kissed my cheek saying "Baby you look so beautiful"

"I know I do" I said smiling.

George was a good guy.
Never cussed and was always respectful.
He was nice and safe, trustworthy and sweet.

And a he was also a two timer.
The angry voice in my head added.

With him watching my every move, I slightly swayed my hips as I grabbed my purse- which had all my necessities and exited my apartment.

"Come on Georgie, don't waste the night" I whined slightly pouting my lips and popping out my hip. I even crossed my arms causing my chest to rise and like expected, his eyes followed the movement.

George stood with his mouth ajar.
"George" I repeated slowly and he snapped out of his trance. Quickly shutting the door to my dingy apartment behind him he led to his BMW. It was a decent car.

Like the gentleman he was, George opened the car door for me before getting in himself. He drove with one hand while clasping my hand in the other. He kissed the back of it and I wanted nothing more than to yank my hand away and wash it with bleach.

"I love you so much" he said leading me into a fancy Italian restaurant.
I simply nodded instead of saying it back and kept my arm looped around his.

"Mcallister" George said to the receptionist who nodded his head after looking at the reservations. "Right this way Mister and Misses Mcallister."

I noticed a man looking at me from the back. Handsome didn't even describe him. His brown eyes nearly glowed and his jaw was sharp enough to cut right through diamonds.

"We're not married" I said a bit loudly after registering want the waiter had said but George was quick to add "yet" while winking at me.

I'm not afraid to poke that damn eye out.

"I apologize" the man said leading us to our table.

"Would you like our complimentary wine?" Our server asked while placing down the menus.

"Yes that'd be lovely." George answered while scanning the menu.
"And are you ready to order?"
"Yes, I'll have then spaghetti carbonara and the lady will have ..."
He knew better than to order for me "I'll have the white truffle ravioli" I finished off and the server left.

"Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky with someone like you"he said staring up at me lovingly with his green eyes.

And I'm wondering how I ever managed to fall for your pathetic ass.

His blond hair was short and sophisticated making him look older than 23. He was only 2 years my senior.

"I think it's time you move in with me" he added taking my hand.
"Excuse me? What do you mean it's time?"
"Baby we've been together for 2 years. You deserve to live in a beautiful home"

"What's wrong with where I live?" I knew where I lived wasn't ideal but I lived there because I wanted to not because I had to.

"I didn't mean it like that. If I don't spend my money on you what else am I going to do with it?" He asked sweetly.

Buy prostitutes you asshole.

"I'm not with you for your money." I dead panned.
"I know you aren't but there isn't anything wrong with receiving some financial help."

George Mcallister was one of the sons of Dave Mcallister. The man was an entrepreneur and was constantly making investments that did nothing but increase his net worth.

George was no different. He had millions but that wasn't what appealed to me.

It was his down to earth nature that seemed to get lost in his little side hoe's cooch.

Our server returned with the wine and poured a little in our glasses.

George took a sip and smiled contently. He wasn't familiar with wine at all.
I spun my wine and took a whiff of it before sipping it.The slight grimace of my face didn't go unnoticed by the server and he looked slightly panicked. "Is this one alright?"

"Yes it's perfect" George said whilst looking at me with a smile.

"Ma'am?" The server asked nervously and I placed down my glass. "Babe you don't know good wines" or women I silently added grinding my teeth.

"I'd love Bruno Giacosa's Barolo, Collina Rionda" with a smile the server nodded "and can you dispose of this"I said motioning to the wine at hand. "Yes of course. I'll just be moment"

"Since when do you have a taste in fine wine my love?" George said reaching forward to clasp my hand once again.

"Since I was 13. Actually I, tasted my first wine at 12"

"Well aren't you a mystery" he said kissing my knuckles.

You also don't know that I currently bestow the capacity to strangle you.

"I am aren't I?"I smiled discreetly pulling my hand back.

The server returned with my choice of wine and a smile graced my lips when I sipped it. "This is much better"
"Great selection of wine ma'am. Only experienced drinkers have ever requested it" he said placing down our food.

We were in relative silence and ravioli was delicious but I was too busy stabbing it and grinding the shit out of it with my teeth to enjoy it.

What a shame.

"Are you alright?" George asked me as we were finishing off our food.

"Never been better" I bit back filling my wine glass to the rim. Manners were the last thing on my mind right now.

"Baby what are you...." He trailed off as I downed the whole thing.

"You know there are a lot of things that you don't actually know about me" I said leaning forward. It was going to take a lot more wine to get me remotely drunk.

"Why are you acting like-"
"I don't like hydrangeas. Literally every time you got me flowers they were always damn hydrangeas"

George's brown eyes were wide in concern "if this is about the flowers I'll get you different ones"

"No George" I humorously laughed. "this about you not knowing me after 2 years. "
"You know I never liked most of our outings. Your too uptight and wouldn't know 'excitement ' if it hit you in the face but I digress. There's one thing I really hate do you know what that is?" I asked leaning forward.

"Hydrangeas?" He offered with uncertainty

I shook my head with a chuckle. "liars George. I hate liars."

"I-I'm not sure where you're going with this"

"You never loved me George" I deadpanned and that caused a few heads to turn our way.

His eyebrows shot up and he clasped both of my hands in his. "I love you. You are the one"

"And you're lying again" I said getting more annoyed.

"Baby I'm not-"

"Tell me George, does your ass get jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth?"

His eyes were wide and his expression resembled a kicked puppy.

Actually that's a terrible comparison because dogs were loyal.

"If I was 'the one ' why were you sleeping around? If I was 'the one' you would have waited George" I snapped.

A look of panic overtook George's face and he glanced around realizing we were making a scene and I pulled away from him. "Baby I- it was an accident" he pleaded

"Oh and accident ? So you tripped and your dick landed in another woman? Was that it? Must be a phenomenon I wasn't aware of."

"You know what was an accident? Your fucking birth was an accident!" I seethed.

"I regret it so much.. But you-"

"I what? Because I didn't want to have sex that made it ok for you to get it somewhere else while in a relationship with me?"

"Baby listen to me-"

"Is everything alright?" The server asked.

"Yes. I am done. George feel free to forward me the expenses because I'm more than capable of paying them"

"Actually your meal had been taken care of" the server blurted out.

"By who?" I asked before George could come up with another pathetic excuse.

"Uh.. The..um that man right there" the server nervously said gesturing to a table.

There sat a tall slender man. His suit perfectly clung to him in all the right places and his dark brown eyes were focused solely on me. He was the one staring at me before.

He raised his wineglass towards me and sipped it.

Standing up I grabbed my purse and headed over to his table. He sat up straighter and I slid into the seat across from him
"Why did you pay for our meal?" I was already extremely pissed off.

He leaned forward and placed both of his hands on the table. He was wearing an array of rings but one in particular caught my attention.

It was a black diamond ring with ruby accents and he wore it on his right pinky. His intoxicating scent filled my senses and I was only aware of him.

"Why is a beautiful woman like you upset and especially alone?" He asked ignoring my question. His warm deep voice had a distinct Italian accent indicating that English definitely wasn't his first language.

"Do not trifle with me. I am more angry than upset and as for being alone , I just dumped my ass wipe of a boyfriend whose meal you payed for along with mine and I'd like to know why." I said far too calmly

"Bella , when I see something I want, I do everything in my power until I have it" I suddenly felt extremely warm. "The second you walked in I knew you didn't want to be with that man and I could've snapped his neck right there but , I didn't" he said nonchalantly sipping his wine.

"And you have excellent taste in wine" he added intently looking at me while dabbing his full pink lips.

I didn't know what to do or say. So I just stared at him.

A light stubble adorned his face make him look slightly rugged and incredibly sexy. Long brown hair was combed back and tucked behind his ears. It looked so soft and I had the urge to run my hands through it.

"How about I treat you to some dessert. sì?" He said offering me his hand

"Ella!"he called and I cursed under my breath.

"I think I've made it pretty clear that I don't want anything to do with you" I said glaring at him from my seat across the Italian man.

"You are really testing my patience right now George."

"Baby please don't do this. I know you're upset that's why you ran to the first man you saw-"

"Is there a problem?" A silky voice intervened standing up and I couldn't help but notice how this man was taller and bigger and just better than George.

"No. I can handle things myself." I said standing up as well. I didn't need anyone to fight my battles.

"I've had enough of being polite George. If you don't get the fuck out of my face in the next 5 seconds I swear to God I'm going to castrate you" I seethed. "And in case you don't get it, you're single now"

"maledetta donna" the Italian supermodel muttered under his breath.

A look of mortification came across George's face and he was about to say something but thought better and turned around and walked away.

"ottenere che feccia fuori di qui" he said loudly and a few workers nodded before scurrying around.

"What'd you say to them?" I asked curiously and he just grinned and told me 'not to worry about it' while offering me his hand.

"Come on Bella let's get something sweet. Dolce" looking up at him with curiosity, I placed my hand in his large calloused one and he kissed the back of it.

With George long gone from my mind I followed the mysterious Italian man into the kitchen of a five star Italian restaurant.

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