Semua Bab CEO Dante; The one for me : Bab 71 - Bab 80

The warmth of his chest pressed against my back was the first thing I felt. Then… his hands. Slow and Intentional. They slid along the curves of my waist like he was memorizing me all over again.I stood there, in nothing but soft silence and steam rising from the bathroom mirror. I inhaled desperately as his lips met my shoulder again, tender and lingering. I had undressed moments before, thinking I was alone. Then I heard him walk in, but now that he was here, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.His mouth moved down the back of my neck, slow and hot, sending goosebumps across my skin. My body leaned into his touch before my mind could catch up. He was doing all the right things to my body and I honestly didn’t want him to stop.“Dante…” I whispered, my voice barely above the mist curling in the air around us.He didn’t say anything. Just kissed me again, lower this time, with more desperation and hunger. And his arms came around my body, strong and sure, like he couldn’t bear th

I didn’t know how I was still standing.The drive home from the station felt like a dream. A cold, dark, suffocating dream where the world was spinning too fast and I was stuck in slow motion.I should’ve stayed at the station. I should’ve combed every corner of the mall. I should’ve done something at least, anything to help find my child.But Dante…He’d looked me in the eyes with those steady, calm eyes of his and said, “You need a change of clothes. Something warm to eat. You haven’t slept, and you’re shaking. Let me take care of you, just for a few hours.”I wanted to fight him. I so badly wanted to disagree with him and tell him I didn’t care what I looked like or whether I passed out from hunger. My baby was gone, and finding her was all that mattered to me at this point. But in the end, I nodded.I let him lead me into the car and I let him drive us home.The second I stepped into the house, something inside me broke.It hit me like a wave. Every memory carved into the walls, i

Dante's phone rang again after a short time, jolting us all from the silence we were caught in. I sat up instantly and my heart pounded against my ribs. Dante was already reaching for his phone, his expression going cold as he stepped aside to answer the call. I could tell he was nervous also. I held my breath, watching him. His lips moved, his voice low as he said, “Yes, Commissioner.”Then there was a pause. His eyes darted toward me, and I felt my entire body get tense.When he hung up, I was on my feet before he could even say a word.“Tell me,” I demanded, my voice trembling. “Please, Dante—tell me.”“She’s been found,” he said simply, and my knees nearly gave out.I clutched my chest, trying to breathe as he went on, “They got her from Marcus in Chicago. A child care service official flew back with her. She’s safe, Sienna. Perfectly fine. They already ran all the medical checks—no harm was done.”I didn’t wait for another word. “Let’s go get her. Now.” I ordered The drive to t

By the time we got home, the sky had already turned dark as the night began to grow old. The house was quiet. In fact too quiet for my liking, but it felt different now. Less like a shell and more like a sanctuary, simply because she was back inside it. I had my daughter back with me and that was the happiest feeling. Abigail skipped down the hallway in front of us, still holding on to her stuffed bunny, her tiny feet skipping happily against the extremely polished floor. She had no idea how tightly I was holding myself together, how every nerve in my body was still humming from fear that hadn’t yet burned out, but seeing her was just enough relief.Dante followed close behind, carrying the small paper bag from the ice cream shop that contained cookies we didn’t even touch because Abigail had been too full. I knew he was keeping them for later, maybe as a sweet surprise for her tomorrow.“Come on, munchkin,” I called softly. “Bath time.”She wrinkled her nose. “No mummy, No.” She sai

Months had gone by quietly and everything had steadied. For once, I could say things felt good. Everything has been going well for the past eight months. No hidden chaos lurking, no constant fear hanging over my head and nothing to worry me at all. Marcus had disappeared into thin air. The police hadn't caught him yet, but he just vanished and nothing had been heard about him again. The lack of his presence was a lot of peace for me. Dante and I were doing just fine and it felt like we fell deeper in love with each passing day. Abigail was thriving. My baby girl had grown into such a bright, cheerful little soul. Every morning she’d come bouncing into our room, her tiny curls messy, her big eyes sparkling as she announced with her little singing voice, “Wake up, Mommy, wake up, Daddy!” It melted me every single time. The way she called Dante daddy now, with such ease and pure innocence, sometimes caught me off guard and filled me with this ache in my chest. Definitely the good kind,