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Three days later, while I was having drinks at a bar, Amaury texted me.
Asking when I was coming back to work.
After he'd said those words that were basically a confession, I'd honestly been stunned. I hadn't expected him to be so direct.
But I hadn't said anything back.
I was serious about Amaury. After getting to know him these past weeks, he exceeded my standards in every possible way.
Which meant we couldn't just stumble into something casual.
Like I had with Dante.
Messy beginnings always led to messy endings.
Perfect timing—I'd used the heartbreak excuse to take some vacation days and hang out with friends to "heal."
This bar was the nicest upscale spot in town. Not too crazy, and the live music was actually good.
I was watching the gorgeous people on the dance floor and drinking with Tamia when the music stopped. After a pause, guitar chords started up again.
"I found a love for me Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time..."
That magnetic, slightly rough voice made me freeze mid-sip. I looked up at the stage with wide eyes.
Dante sat on a high stool in a black button-down, fingers moving across his guitar strings. A silver chain caught the light at his throat. For a moment, the crowded room and spinning lights disappeared—all I could see were his eyes finding mine in the darkness.
The girls in the audience were going crazy, already planning to get his number after the set.
Just like the night we first met.
Except this time, I wasn't the one walking toward him.
Guitar in one hand, Dante stepped down from the stage and smiled at me.
"Want to add me on Instagram?"
The whole place erupted. My heart, which I thought had been completely still, actually skipped a beat.
I looked at him with mixed emotions. "Why are you doing this?"
Not to underestimate myself, but I could tell Dante actually did like me. But how much of that was because he liked me as a person, versus liking how I took care of him, how I never fought with him when he cheated, how understanding I always was?
I suspected everything he was doing now came from his subconscious need to control our relationship. He'd always been the one with power, and now that his doormat had actually dumped him, his ego couldn't handle it.
The crowd gradually dispersed. Dante signaled to the band, the music resumed, and he sat down next to me on the banquette, leaning back with a sigh.
"What you said the other day—I went home and thought about it. You were right."
"You never did anything wrong in all our years together. You gave me everything, and I kept hurting you. I get why you wanted to leave."
He looked stiff, like these words were painful to say but necessary, rough and unpracticed.
"So, if I promised to change—to treat you right, to never mess around with other women again—could you maybe..."
He seemed to remember his whole speech about never taking me back, flushed red, and looked like he was steeling himself:
"Could you get back together with me?"
"I'm sorry. Everything before was my fault."
I stared at Dante in shock, wondering if he'd been body-snatched.
The Dante who always looked down on me, who never apologized for anything, was actually asking me to take him back.
"Who gave you this idea?" I knew this definitely wasn't his style. Someone had been coaching him.
Dante pressed his lips together. "...My boys. After we broke up, they all said I'd been way too much of an asshole. Said if I wanted my girl back, I couldn't be so fucking prideful—"
His embarrassment seemed to hit its limit: "So will you get back together with me?"
"I'm way better than those guys your mom sets you up with. After being with me, they've gotta look boring as hell. And that boss of yours from the other day—total uptight suit who probably only talks about spreadsheets. We've been together three years. We work. We're perfect for each other."
I ignored his question. "How'd you get the owner to let you pull this stunt?"
Dante smirked. "I bought the place. I'm the owner now."
"You like this bar? I'll give it to you."
"No thanks." I finished my drink and stood up with my purse.
"I appreciate the gesture. Great song, by the way. But getting back together? Not happening."
The air went dead silent. Dante's lips tightened as he stared at me with zero expression.
"Why?"
Dante had beautiful eyes—even when he was pissed, they usually sparkled with life. I'd rarely seen them this cold.
"Because," I smiled, "I don't do second chances."
Asking when I was coming back to work.
After he'd said those words that were basically a confession, I'd honestly been stunned. I hadn't expected him to be so direct.
But I hadn't said anything back.
I was serious about Amaury. After getting to know him these past weeks, he exceeded my standards in every possible way.
Which meant we couldn't just stumble into something casual.
Like I had with Dante.
Messy beginnings always led to messy endings.
Perfect timing—I'd used the heartbreak excuse to take some vacation days and hang out with friends to "heal."
This bar was the nicest upscale spot in town. Not too crazy, and the live music was actually good.
I was watching the gorgeous people on the dance floor and drinking with Tamia when the music stopped. After a pause, guitar chords started up again.
"I found a love for me Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time..."
That magnetic, slightly rough voice made me freeze mid-sip. I looked up at the stage with wide eyes.
Dante sat on a high stool in a black button-down, fingers moving across his guitar strings. A silver chain caught the light at his throat. For a moment, the crowded room and spinning lights disappeared—all I could see were his eyes finding mine in the darkness.
The girls in the audience were going crazy, already planning to get his number after the set.
Just like the night we first met.
Except this time, I wasn't the one walking toward him.
Guitar in one hand, Dante stepped down from the stage and smiled at me.
"Want to add me on Instagram?"
The whole place erupted. My heart, which I thought had been completely still, actually skipped a beat.
I looked at him with mixed emotions. "Why are you doing this?"
Not to underestimate myself, but I could tell Dante actually did like me. But how much of that was because he liked me as a person, versus liking how I took care of him, how I never fought with him when he cheated, how understanding I always was?
I suspected everything he was doing now came from his subconscious need to control our relationship. He'd always been the one with power, and now that his doormat had actually dumped him, his ego couldn't handle it.
The crowd gradually dispersed. Dante signaled to the band, the music resumed, and he sat down next to me on the banquette, leaning back with a sigh.
"What you said the other day—I went home and thought about it. You were right."
"You never did anything wrong in all our years together. You gave me everything, and I kept hurting you. I get why you wanted to leave."
He looked stiff, like these words were painful to say but necessary, rough and unpracticed.
"So, if I promised to change—to treat you right, to never mess around with other women again—could you maybe..."
He seemed to remember his whole speech about never taking me back, flushed red, and looked like he was steeling himself:
"Could you get back together with me?"
"I'm sorry. Everything before was my fault."
I stared at Dante in shock, wondering if he'd been body-snatched.
The Dante who always looked down on me, who never apologized for anything, was actually asking me to take him back.
"Who gave you this idea?" I knew this definitely wasn't his style. Someone had been coaching him.
Dante pressed his lips together. "...My boys. After we broke up, they all said I'd been way too much of an asshole. Said if I wanted my girl back, I couldn't be so fucking prideful—"
His embarrassment seemed to hit its limit: "So will you get back together with me?"
"I'm way better than those guys your mom sets you up with. After being with me, they've gotta look boring as hell. And that boss of yours from the other day—total uptight suit who probably only talks about spreadsheets. We've been together three years. We work. We're perfect for each other."
I ignored his question. "How'd you get the owner to let you pull this stunt?"
Dante smirked. "I bought the place. I'm the owner now."
"You like this bar? I'll give it to you."
"No thanks." I finished my drink and stood up with my purse.
"I appreciate the gesture. Great song, by the way. But getting back together? Not happening."
The air went dead silent. Dante's lips tightened as he stared at me with zero expression.
"Why?"
Dante had beautiful eyes—even when he was pissed, they usually sparkled with life. I'd rarely seen them this cold.
"Because," I smiled, "I don't do second chances."
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