Christopher's POVWhy did she say that? I was trying to figure out why. How could she? After everything that happened, she had the audacity to lose her memory and more so, she could be accepting.That meant that five years ago if I had been gay she wouldn't have minded. That meant the only factoring agent to why my loving Dante was an issue was Ashley.She did all that to me because of Ashley.She destroyed her relationship with her son permanently because of someone she didn't even know.It made it even worse somehow.I was angry.Very angry.Because all this meant that while they had loved me, they had loved Ashley more. What she wanted mattered. How she felt mattered, even when it meant she was hurting me.They didn't care about me enough to stop and do anything for me.She kept threatening me even after she found out Ashley was a fraud.Even after Ashley was no longer in the picture... The idea of Ashley was still a lot better than the existence of me.I hated it. I hated it so mu
Dante's POV I pulled him back to the hall and we made our way through with his very painfully obvious boner.I didn't say a word to anyone, I just made sure little Mr. Crush could see that he was mine and he only wanted me.Little Mr. Crush noticed us and stood up to come apologize to Christopher. He felt bad for saying all those things to him, but I wasn't going to let him around my man, especially after I had told him that he had a crush on him.You could call me a jealous little bit, and I'd agree that I was all that.I pulled Christopher to the side, making sure little Mr. Crush followed along. Then I pinned him to the wall and kissed him.It wasn’t a kind kiss or one of those kisses you gave for public show. It was one of possession. It was dirty in every way.Christopher, who was still turned on from the half-blowjob I gave him earlier on, melted in my arms as I kissed him deeper and deeper.I reached for his crotch and cupped his hard dick. He let out a soft moan, and Mr. Litt
Dante's POVI let the conversation go on because Christopher wasn't angry or hurt, but the moment the little shit completed his final sentence and Christopher's facial expression changed, I decided it was time to show him I wasn’t just a silent sponsor.He stood up to follow Christopher, regret flooding his face, but I stopped him."Do not follow my boyfriend," I said, pushing him back into his chair."Let go of me, fucking prick," he said, but I didn’t."He wants to be left alone, so you will leave him alone," I said, and he growled."What will you do if I don’t?" he asked angrily.He was already drawing attention from a crowd."I will destroy you, your father, your family, and everyone related to you for at least six generations back," I said, and he froze."That's all you can do, throw money around. You inherited it, you didn’t work hard for it," he said, and I shrugged."Well, I don’t care. It's mine to do as I please with, and if destroying you and your family is what pleases me,
Christopher's POVWe pull into the parking lot of my former high school, and Dante links his hand through mine."How do you feel?" he asked me, and I shrugged. "I mean, I feel great, I guess." I shrugged again, and he smiled."Okay, you're about to feel even greater," he said, gesturing to someone walking into a corner, possibly to smoke."Manson had hacked into the school security system, and you could go have a small sip before you go in, just to be at tip top shape," he said, and I watched the man walk into the dark corner.Okay.We walked out and made our way to the corner. From the parking lot, no one could see us.I didn’t even pretend to want to have small conversation with the guy. I just drank from him, never even letting him turn so I could see his face, while Dante walked in front of him to wipe his memories."Hey, look at me." Wide eyed, the man looked to Dante as I pulled away and Dante changed his memories.Then I cleaned my mouth, and we made our way to the party.As we
Dante’s POVShe didn’t tell him that she remembered. I was both impressed with her and annoyed by her. Her son was in so much pain because of her, so while I did empathize with her, as far as she was causing Christopher any form of distress, she could go hang from a tree for all I care.I was happy she didn’t tell him though. It might have ruined his mood. This was the best way for her to tell him.It was better he didn’t know because it would make it a lot worse for him. I knew Christopher.He’d keep wondering what he did and didn’t do right or wrong that made them disown him then. It would make him start blaming himself.His parents, as I had observed, weren’t the best communicators anyway.He was still going to the reunion, and I planned on making sure it was the best night ever. I wasn’t going to let whatever it was that happened right now ruin his night.I was going to go with him and make sure he had a nice day.He’d drink well and be happy.I curled up in bed with him, knowing
Christopher's POVI woke up feeling absolutely exhausted. Now I finally understood why long term exposure to the sun was horrible for vampires.I was too tired to even get up.I was going to stay in bed all day."You look terrible," Dante whispered beside me, causing me to open my eyes."Well, I feel terrible too, so…" I mumbled, and he smiled."So what do we do about this feeling?" he asked, and I shook my head."Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm going to stay in bed all day. That's all I plan on doing," I grumbled, and he laughed, planting a kiss on my forehead."Well, don’t know about staying in bed all day."I overheard you talking to someone last night about a school reunion," he said, and I rolled in bed, groaning into my pillow."I am not going," I moaned, and he laughed."I didn’t say anything about you going," he laughed, but I rolled my eyes."You wouldn’t ask if you didn’t think we had to go," I said, and he grinned."You know me too well," he said, kissing me again on my fo