Diana

Dante has been in a grumpy mood all morning, and I was determined to annoy him. Whenever he was angry, we had angry sex. And that was what I was craving right now.

With the fake wedding less than a week away, I could understand his stress, hell I was freaking out myself. But being around Dante every day has calmed me down.

I walk into his office as he speaks on the phone to someone. Grinning wickedly, I sit on the dresser with his things on it. I knock one down and he turns to me with a scowl as the other person talks. I knock another one down, and another until he is staring at me angrily.

I smile in achievement as I move to his office couch. Pretending to drop something, I lift my skirt I had chosen this morning, revealing my underwear and hear him stop talking to the person. Standing back up, I glance at him and he eyeballs my ass before glaring at me.

I take a seat on the couch and spread my legs slowly. He watches me intensely and when I put my hand on my underwear, he clears his throat.

"I'll call you back later." He says abruptly and hangs up before the person can reply.

He puts his chin in his hands as he speaks, "Instead of purposely trying to make me mad, why not just ask me to fuck you, Diana?"

I walk up to his desk and smirk, "Well, that wouldn't be much fun now would it?"

Dante runs a hand over his face and stands in front of me. I stare at him as he inhales and exhales deeply.

"We have a fake wedding in three days, Diana."

"Yes, I know, if you don't remember it was my dumb idea."

He inhales again and I can tell he is more than frustrated. Dante pulls me by hips closer to him.

"We also need to be at the cake testing in thirty minutes."

I grin, "Which is enough time if you know what I mean."

He leans down and begins kissing me slowly.

Finally!

I wrap my arms around his neck and try to deepen the kiss, but he stops.

"Tell me what you want, Diana." He challenges.

That's not how this was supposed to go. I was supposed to make him mad and was supposed to take his anger out with amazing sweaty sex.

"You know what I want, Dante."

"But I want you to tell me. "

I blow a breath, "I want you to fuck me." I whisper.

"Couldn't hear, repeat it."

"I want you to fuck me." I say louder,

"Say it again." He orders.

I raise my voice higher, "I want you to fuck me, Dante Stone."

He half smiles as I glare at him and walks over to the door, locking it before he returns to me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he begins kissing me deeply. When my tongue hits his, he stops and turns me around, making me bend over the desk.

I smile in victory as I hear his pants unbuckle. Just as he is about to drop his pants, his phone vibrates and the message reads, 'Your car has arrived.'

Dante groans and straightens up. I frown up at him as I stand up.

"Why couldn't you just tell your driver to come?"

He grins and runs his thumb over my bottom lip slowly, "Well, that wouldn't be much fun now would it?" He replies, mocking my words. With that said, he walks out of his office.

"Stupid hot jerk." I mumble, following behind.

Soon we are in his car on our way to the cake testing place. Dante explains that after the cake testing, we're going to wine testing, and how I need to find a dress tomorrow.

I was loving this organized Dante. It was adorable watching Dante organize and plan everything the way I do instead of his usual nonchalant self. Although I liked his nonchalant self better. It was more like him.

Shortly after, we arrived at the cake testing place. A short blond haired woman tells us to wait in the waiting room until everything is ready. Dante takes this time to talk to someone on the phone. I daydream for some time, but that quickly grows boring. I also try naming all the cakes I could think of, but after a while that also becomes boring.

I turn to Dante and my eyes dart to his left arm. This arm was the complete opposite of the other. The other was buried in tattoos, cuts, veins, almost impossible to see his skin. But this arm only had one small lion tattoo on his shoulder.

I take a glance around the rest of his body and notice more tattoos. This grows my curiosity and soon I am counting all of his tattoos. It comes to a total amount of seven. I had thought it was more. He had three big tattoos on his right arm. One on his left arm. A big tattoo on his back that spelled his last name in Spanish with fire around it. One on his neck and the other on his knuckles, spelling, 'My daughter Lola' in Spanish.

He has another daughter?

I bring his knuckles together to see if I am correct. When I see I am correct, I touch his index knuckle.

"You have another daughter?" I whisper.

He puts a hand over the phone before responding, "No, that was Willow's nickname." He smiles softly before going back to his phone.

I nod and bring my attention back to his left arm, where it originally was.

A Koala would look so good right there.

I think to myself as I stare at the empty space in his arm. Curiosity gets the best of me and soon I am pulling a pen out.

Dante turns to me slowly at the feel of my pen on his arm.

"What are you doing?"

I smile, "Drawing a Koala."

"Yeah, I dig that, but is there a reason why?"

"Because they're my favorite. They're like the best animals in the world, idiot."

He laughs, "I should have known better."

I finish the Koala and sit up just as he puts his phone away. "Do better, Stone, do better." I say, and he only laughs as a response.

The woman calls us after this and sends us to a room. My eyes grow wide at the sight of tables with plates of cake.

"Wow." Dante and I say in sync.

All kinds of cake surrounded us. Chocolate cake, velvet cake, lemon cake, upside down cake, it was practically a cake museum!

The lady leads us to a chair as I speak. "We're supposed to try all of these?"

She chuckles, "Oh no dear, that'll take hours. Just try some until you get one you really like."

"That'll take a while." Dante mumbles as we sit.

I face him as my brows narrow. "Are you calling me picky?"

He shakes his head, "Nope."

"No, you can tell me. Am I picky to you, Dante?"

"It's not necessarily a bad thing."

"Wow." I replied. Crossing my arms, I sit back in my chair.

He pinches my cheek. "But you're my picky girl, baby."

"Don't call me t-" I am about to finish, but I remember the lady is still here. I fake a smile and grit my teeth as I speak. "Yes I am."

"Well, that's alright! Let's get started, shall we? Now, what is your favorite type of cake?" The woman asks.

"Chocolate." I respond, cheerfully

She turns to Dante. "And what about you?"

"Whatever she likes, I like."

"Alrighty then." The blond woman walks to every table, grabbing every plate with even an ounce of chocolate, and brings it back to our table. "I'll leave you guys to it." She says before leaving.

I lean forward and take a small bite of a chocolate cake with peanut filled in the middle.

Too gooey.

Dante turns to me with a frown, "I know for a fact you don't take small bites like that."

I roll my eyes and reply, "I was trying to be fancy alright."

I take a bigger bite on the next piece, stuffing my mouth. Dante smiles, "That's my girl!"

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I stumble out of Dante's car and after closing the door, he walks to me and makes me lean on him.

"If I had known you were a lightweight, I would have done most of the wine testing."

I touch his chin and laugh. "Your chin looks like your buttcheek. So square and small." I reply as he leads us into the house.

"First of all, ouch. And second, my ass is amazing. Thank you very much."

That's what they all say buddy

"Whatever you say baby." I respond getting off of him and try to walk to the kitchen. When I make it I pump a fist.

I like drunk, Diana. Drunk Diana's fun. She's my friend.

"What did you just say?" He asks and follows me into the kitchen.

What did I say?

"I don't remember, what did I say?"

"You called me baby." He replies with a big smile. I touch his dimple.

Why is it so deep?

"What about it?"

"You never call me baby. You don't even like the name."

I have no idea what he's talking about, so I move him closer to me.

"Silence. It's good for the soul."

His smile only grows, and he stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his head in the crook of my neck. "Okay, baby."

What a weirdo am I right?

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