Chapter 4: A Drunken Confession

DANTE’S POV

I came to Folks City for a business proposal, intending to finalize the deal I started with Mr. Brooks through chat. But when I arrived, he informed me that his daughter would be the one attending the meeting in his absence.

I hadn’t expected his daughter to be her.

Tracy. The woman I regret ever leaving.

I never loved her back then—or at least, I thought I didn’t. But after she disappeared without a trace, I found myself yearning for her, haunted by what I had lost.

And now, after five years, she stood before me.

I could see the coldness in her eyes, the guarded way she carried herself. I knew I was the reason for that. I was the one who turned her into this. I just hoped—somehow—she would find it in her to forgive me.

Then I saw it. The way she smiled at the man who had picked her up in a limo. A genuine, happy smile.

Has she moved on?

The thought tightened around my chest like a vice. I needed a drink.

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The bar was crowded, music blaring, but I had no interest in the noise. I signaled the manager.

“I need a quiet area to drink.” My voice was flat, emotionless.

The middle-aged man’s face lit up with recognition. “Welcome, sir. It’s an honor to have you here. Please, this way.”

I followed him to the VIP section—quiet, secluded, exactly what I needed.

“Get me a bottle of whiskey,” I ordered, and he nodded, returning moments later with the drink.

I handed him my card, then poured myself a glass. The burn of the liquor steadied me, grounding my thoughts.

But then, I saw her.

Tracy.

She was stumbling, clearly drunk, her steps unsteady as she swayed through the bar.

I stood immediately, my mind racing. Was I imagining things?

No. It was her.

And she was completely wasted.

I moved toward her without thinking. Someone could take advantage of her in this state.

But as I reached her, she turned sharply, her eyes hazy yet filled with unmistakable rage.

“You!” she spat, pointing a shaky finger at me. “Don’t you dare come near me!”

Her voice wavered but carried the same fire I remembered.

“You wrecked my life, Dante. You caused me pain. You destroyed everything. You took away my joy, and now you’re here pretending to care?”

Her words hit harder than I expected. Even in her drunken state, she still held onto the past, to the pain I had caused.

Guilt clawed at me, but I pushed it aside. Right now, she needs help.

“I’ll make it up to you, Tracy. I promise,” I murmured, stepping closer.

She tried to shove me away, but her strength had long since left her.

Murmurs filled the bar as people turned to watch the scene unfold. She must have come here alone—there was no sign of a driver.

I had no choice. I had to take her with me.

Lifting her into my arms, I ignored her weak protests and carried her outside. I found her car keys in her clutch and drove her back to my penthouse, instructing the security team to bring my car later.

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By the time we arrived, she was barely conscious.

I carried her inside, placing her on the bed, but the moment I did, she lurched forward and vomited, her entire body trembling.

Her clothes, the sheets—everything was a mess.

“Don’t you dare touch me, Dante,” she slurred, her voice barely coherent. “I will ruin you. I swear, I will make you suffer. Your life won’t be as colorful as it is now.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

“I deserve it,” I admitted softly. “Punish me all you want. But when you’re done, Tracy… Please, just don’t forget to forgive me.”

She didn’t respond. When I looked down, she had already passed out again.

I couldn’t leave her like this.

Carefully, I carried her to the bathroom, placing her in the bathtub. She stirred slightly, weakly trying to push me away, but she was too drunk to fight back.

Gently, I removed her ruined clothes and cleaned her up, dressing her in my pajamas before setting her aside to change the sheets.

But as soon as I placed her back on the bed, she vomited again—this time, all over me.

I exhaled sharply, patience wearing thin. I needed to call a doctor.

After cleaning her up once more and changing her clothes for the second time, I sat beside her, watching as she slowly opened her eyes.

She smiled.

It wasn’t the usual cold smirk she had given me earlier. It was different.

Soft. Almost… seductive.

She reached out, fingers grazing my face before pulling me closer.

I hesitated but let her guide me.

Suddenly, she pushed me onto the bed, straddling me, her hands pressed against my chest.

Her expression had changed completely—no anger, no resentment. Just a mischievous glint in her eyes.

It reminded me of the night I had been with her for the first time.

She leaned in, her lips just inches from mine, her breath warm against my skin.

But at the last second, I turned my head.

She ended up kissing my cheek instead.

Her playful smile faltered. “Am I not seductive enough for you, Dante?” she whispered, her voice laced with frustration.

I exhaled, gripping her waist gently.

“You’re too tempting,” I admitted. “But I can’t do this. Not like this. You’re still drunk, Tracy. And you still hate me.”

She clenched her jaw. “I want you, Dante.” Her voice broke slightly. “I haven’t been with anyone in five years. Not since you.”

My breath caught.

Five years?

She had waited for me?

Did that mean the man I saw her with wasn’t her fiancé? Not even her boyfriend?

I stared up at her, my heart pounding.

What did this mean?

And did I even deserve to find out?

Before I could gather my thoughts together, she placed her soft  lips on mine. My eyes widened in shock, I didn't know how to react at that moment.

She tasted so good, I was unable to resist this sweetness.

I had to succumb to this temptation. I shot all the thoughts running wild in my mind and focused on this short beautiful moment with her.

I held the nape of her neck and kissed her with all my heart and soul. I was lost in ecstasy. 

Her lips taste like fresh wine. She kissed me just with the same passion.

I gradually removed her pajamas and revealed her already hard nipples which were begging for attention. 

I took her left nipples into my mouth and suckled on it slowly. And I heard her moan.

“I have really missed you Dante”. She said softly with a desire that showed she wanted more of me.

“And I've really missed you more, my love. I just wish you are doing this with a clear mind, this is the effect of the alcohol you have taken, probably by tomorrow when you are sober, you will definitely not take things easy with me”. 

“You are mine forever Dante”. She whispered in my ears and kissed me again.

“I wish I could continue with this but I have to seek your forgiveness first Tracy”. I tried to talk to her but she was too intoxicated to listen to me.

“Stop blabbering and just make love to me Dante, or don't you miss me?”. She asked, sounding frustrated. 

That was the last string that was left of my sanity, I devoured her mouth immediately and turned her over and kissed her urgently. 

I planted kisses all over her body until I got to her waist line. I removed the pajama pants which were loose on her waist.

I inhaled the scent of her wet pussy. I knew it would taste as its scent is. I planted wet kisses round until she got impatient and begged me to suck her pussy.

She was so fucking wet. I widened her legs and began eating her pussy.

“Oh shit! This is so good Dante, please don't stop I'm in cloud nine right now”. She screamed and moaned my name.

I was curious about something and I knew if I wanted to get the truth out of her, I would have to ask her in this drunken state.

I pulsed what I was doing and looked directly into her eyes.

“Why did you stop, please continue”. Her tone was like that of a child that his favourite toy has been taken away.

“If you answer my question honestly then I will continue”. I whispered in her ears.

“Alright what's your question”. Her tone of voice still showed that she wasn't sober yet which made her look so cute.

“Why did you not let anyone have sex with you all these years that I wasn't with you?”. 

“Because my heart insisted that it must be you that I will have sex with. I tried to force it to move on but it didn't listen to me. What a stubborn heart that doesn't even listen to her master”. Her voice was so cute, I had to kiss her lips again.

Now, I know that no matter how she treats me when she's sober, I will know that her heart still belongs to me.

“Let me reward you now because you have answered well”. I said with a smile and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

I couldn't get enough of her sweet lips. I flipped her over again and placed kisses on the nape of her neck. 

I bit her earlobe gently and she shivered in excitement. 

“Dante, please I want you now”. She said almost sounding as if she was sober.

“No, Tracy I can't do this to you. Like I said before, you are not sober yet and you will hate me more if you find out that my dick penetrated you”. I tried my best to make her understand but she was not willing. 

I decided to use my fingers instead of my dick. I inserted my middle finger inside of her. She was so tight and wet. This means she was telling the truth, that no man has touched her for five years now. This brought immense joy to me.

“Oh Dante, this feels so good”. She moaned and called out my name so seductively. 

I began to thrust my middle finger in and out of her. At first, I took it so slow and increased my pace and she started moaning loudly.

I inserted my index finger together with my middle finger inside her pussy and she screamed in pain. I gave her time to adjust and began moving in and out of her slowly and steady.

Her moans got louder and within a few minutes her voice became inaudible. She eventually passed out.

I took a deep breath before getting a wet towel to wipe her body clean. When I was done, I had my bath and laid down beside her on the bed.

I was woken by the sound of a siren. When I opened my eyes fully, I couldn't find Tracy, I panicked and stood up immediately to go and find her, only to see her sitting on the couch, all dressed up and staring at me with malicious intent.

“You dare to take advantage of me, while I was drunk?”. She asked with a cold voice that was totally different from the innocent tone she used when she was drunk.

“You wanted it too Tracy”. I tried to make her understand but it was when I finished my sentence that I found out how lame it sounded because she was drunk and I was sober. Obviously anything a drunken person says doesn't count.

“I guess you heard the sound of the siren, those are the police, you will explain your despicable behaviour to them when you get to the station”. She looked at me with disdain and walked out.

My goal right now Tracy is to make you admit your feelings for me, and if enduring your torture and hatred would make me win you bag, then no problem.