Saved By Him

Chapter 36

A few hours earlier...

Valentino Moretti

My eyes subconsciously drift towards Isabella's smooth legs, as she steps outside her room in a beautiful dress. I take my time, my eyes drinking up her figure.

She halts in her movements when she catches the sight of me. Though I don't look away immediately, letting my gaze drown her.

"Want us to bring you some food?" she asks, attempting to break the ice, making me raise my eyebrow.

A stupid thing to say. The food wasn't the problem here. It was her going to a restaurant alone with my best friend.

"I'll take that as a no" she mutters quietly, more to herself.

She takes a step forward, accidently misplacing her foot and causing her to lose her balance. By instinct, my hands quickly reach out, grabbing her waist and pulling her towards my chest to stabilise her.

She stares with slightly widened eyes, not making an attempt to move away.

'Don't go with him' I want to tell her. But I can't. My mouth remains shut, and I could only hope my eyes conveyed what my mouth couldn't.

Within my next blink, I could feel fire burn through my veins and into my blood.

It spread through me quickly, each second burning hotter than the last.

My jaw hardened; if this was what they both wanted, then so be it. "Enjoy your date" I mutter, releasing my hold on her and instantly walking away to my office.

Descending the stairs, I could hear her small groan and an annoyed grit of my name. But within a second, all concern was faded as reminders of their date filled me.

Fuck them.

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Thirty minutes had passed, each minute more agonizing than the last.

Despite burying myself in tonnes of work, my thoughts would only drift back to them.

Would they be holding hands right now? Feeding each other their food like they're on fucking cloud nine?

A deep growl embedded in the back of my throat, and after drowning the last few drops of my whiskey, I threw the glass against the wall.

I grab my phone, immediately logging onto the app which allowed me to see Vincent's location. I had never used the app before, since I'd never been in the position where I would need to. We developed it for times of emergency only.

But right now, the constricting feeling of my throat made it feel like one, so without a second thought, I noted down the name of the restaurant and walked towards the garage. Taking out my key and unlocking my McLaren 720s, I sit inside and immediately start driving.

Following the GPS, I realised it wasn't as far as I anticipated. Still, annoyance and something stronger flowed through me.

"Fuck off" I mutter, hearing a slow car honk as I overtake him.

These fools didn't deserve to have a licence. They were clearly not experienced enough to drive.

It's not long before I find myself parked near the restaurant. It was an unfamiliar one, but nevetheless it didn't look new at all.

New restaurant she had said. My fucking foot.

Closing my car door with a slam harder than I'd have liked, I walk up to the restaurant window.

It was slightly busy but with a calm atmosphere. Countless chandeliers were lit up dimly and hung low all around. I took notice of its light-colored interior with candles and roses placed on most tables.