Page 100 of Powerful Deception

Yes, it really could.

But would Dante do that? Would he kill my father and then make sure I was taken care of with someone else’s money? I really don’t know.

I try to shake that thought out of my head and try to remind myself that there could have been a million reasons why Dante has those pictures. They don’t mean that he’s Joseph Vitale’s killer.

“Are you going to go?” I ask, continuing with the subject.

He shrugs again. “A gala of that nature is not my cup of tea.”

“You should go, I bet it would be fun. I’ve always dreamed of going to one of those galas, just to act like a princess for one night.”

The hair. The makeup. The shoes. The dress. The handsome guy to dance with, preferably one that sometimes has an Italian accent sneaking out, for the night would be absolutely perfect.

“I think the question is if you want to go.”

“I mean, if I was the one getting the invitation, I would RSVP in a second. Every girl wants to dress like a princess at least once in their life.” I can feel a blush creeping up my cheeks.

I sound like a little girl and definitely someone who is dating an older man.

“Then I guess you’ll get to act like a princess for one night.” Dante says, taking me out of my dream of being a princess.

“Wait, what?” Did he just say what I think he did?

“You’re going to the gala. Well, that is if you want to be my date for the night.”

“Really?” I say, a smile growing on my face.

He nods. “Really. We’ll get you the princess dress and everything.”

“Yes! Thank you!” I let out a shriek before I run over to him and literally throw myself at him.

He lets out a laugh as he wraps his arms around me again to keep me steady. I lean up and place kisses along his neck and jaw before placing a kiss on his lips.

It was supposed to be just a chaste kiss filled with excitement, but within seconds of our lips meeting, things gets heated.

So heated that I feel his hands slide beneath the waistband of my linen pants and grab at my ass.

I start to grind against him, when I feel something vibrate against my thigh.

No way this man has a vibrator in his pants pocket.

I pull my face away from his and look down at where the vibrations is coming from.

“It’s my phone.” Dante says, his voice raspy and a bit annoyed.

Understanding, I untangle myself from him and place my feet back on the ground, not putting any distance between us..

As he reaches for the device, I lean up on my tip toes and continue my attack on his neck.

His hand lands back on my ass as he answers the call.

“What?” he answers, a bit annoyed. If I wasn’t kissing him or had his hand on me, I would be too.

“What do you mean he’s not following the rules?” Dante growls into the phone causing his nails to dig into my bare skin.

I continue with my kisses not even flinching at the new inflicted pain my ass is getting.

“Lock him in a room with a guard. I will be right there.” He says, hanging up the phone.

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