The Heiress' Revenge-Chapter 68

A R I A N A

We lay on the bed, both breathing heavily, the sheets were a mess and our skin was damp with sweat.

I felt tired and happy and not mad at him anymore.

My cheeks heat up as I hit my lower lip.

Dante turned his head to look at me. "Let’s go for a night swim," he said, his voice still a little rough.

I had seen the hotel’s pool when I went out for a tour the day we got here when can’t had left for his important meeting, it as on the roof, lit up with blue lights.

It looked amazing.

"Okay," I said, nodding. "It looks pretty cool."

We got out of bed, Dante disappearing into the bathroom.

I put on the new swimsuit I bought earlier today from the mall almost like I knew we were going for a swim, It was a simple black one-piece.

I hurriedly wore it on looking at myself in the mirror.

It looked nice it hugged every curve perfectly fine.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Dante was already in his swim shorts.

He was staring at me his eyes moved slowly down my body and back up to my face.

He let out a low whistle. "You look... incredible," he said.

I felt myself blush.

I liked the way he looked at me It made me feel beautiful, which he never fails to remind me.

Gosh!

Dante was going to be the end of me.

He walked over to me and put his hands on my waist. "Maybe we should just stay in," he whispered, leaning down to kiss my neck with a mischievous smile tugging on his lips.

Pervert!

I laughed and gently pushed him away. "You promised me a swim! Come on"

I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door.

He followed, pretending to be disappointed, but he was smiling.

We took the elevator up to the roof the pool was even more beautiful at night, the water was so blue under the lights as the city lights sparkled all around us.

It was perfect.

There were only a few people around.

"You know, we can still go back if you—-" I cut him off with a growl that has him breaking into laughter.

I stared at him laugh, he looked more handsome and breathtaking different from the usual stern face.

This part of Dante was a side of him I never thought I’d see but here we are.

I only came up to the pool to watch I sat on the edge and dipped my feet the water was cool on my legs.

I shivered at the thought of falling inside as a small knot form in my stomach.

Memories of my father pushin my head and holding it down in the water in our pool at home.

That day I thought I’d not make it out alive, he had said it was punishment for being naughty and not obeying rules.

I use to love swimming but since then I had never gotten into the pull again.

And then, at Dante’s grandmother’s party, Bella pushed me in I couldn’t swim I almost drowned again if it wasn’t for Dante.

I watched Dante swim.

He moved through the water so easily, like he was born in it, he was perfect in everything, god! How blessed he is.

He swam over to me and smiled. "Come in the water is nice."

I shook my head quickly. "No, I will just watch."

But he didn’t listen instead he reached out, grabbed my hands, and pulled me into the water.

A panic exploded in my chest feeling my breath cease, my mind running haywire as I couldn’t think.

I splashed and thrashed, my old fear taking over completely.

"Dante!" I screamed, choking on water.

Immediately, his strong arms were around me, he held me tight against his chest with my legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him like he was a life raft.

"Shhh, shhh, I have you," he said, his voice calm and steady. "I will not let you go, you are safe, don’t bebe afraid."

I was shaking.

I buried my face in his neck, my heart pounding against his, I could feel his heartbeat too, strong and steady.

I nodded against his skin, trying to believe him but my arms and legs did not loosen their grip.

I held onto him like I would never let go.

He didn’t try to make me swim.

He just held me, floating in the middle of the pool, letting me cling to him until my breathing slowed down and the panic began to fade away.

Dante held me tight in the water, I could feel his heart beating against mine.

"I am so sorry," he whispered into my hair. His voice was full of regret. "I forgot I forgot you cannot swim, i’m sorry my love."

I just nodded against his shoulder.

I could not speak it like I lost every words, I hated how my father still had effect on me even if he wasn’t near.

Lonely tears slipped from my eyes and mixed with the pool water on my face I felt so weak and scared.

"I want to go back inside," I finally whispered, my voice shaky. "Please I want to get out."

"Of course," he said right away he did not argue.

He understood.

He helped me to the edge of the pool and lifted me out easily, my legs felt like jelly and I didn’t wait for him to get out not even looking back.

I just ran.

I ran across the wet tiles, through the door, and into the elevator, pressing the button for our floor over and over.

I ran down the hallway to our room and slipped inside, closing the door behind me and rushing to the bathroom making sure to lock the door cause I didn’t want Dante to see how vulnerable I was.

I leaned against the door breathing hard.

Water dripped from my hair and my swimsuit onto the expensive carpet.

I felt so stupid.

So weak.

I felt absolutely resentment towards my father, he had taken away every piece of me without even knowing, leaving nothing but a scared, worthless, and weak woman.

I slid down the door to the floor, pulled my knees to my chest, and cried. I cried for the little girl my father terrified.

Everything felt so overwhelming.

I love Dante which was never suppose to happen but I fell for him without even realizing it and on the other hand I love my son more then life itself.

Deciding between who to save made me feel conflicted.

But then I know that regardless of the circumstances, I’d always choose Asher.