Almost done with this story! I know it's really short but I have this guy feeling in going to disappoint you guys so I'm going to end it in Mmm, maybe twho or three chapters from now? If you guys have ideas, don't be shy to tell me! I know this chapter is also short but please, enjoy!
Chiara ran her hand down Francis's bare chest, they had just finish making love and were bathing in the after glow. Her hair was tousled and some of the curls pressed against her face from the sweat.
"That was great." Francis managed to pant out, playing with one of her curls around his index finger, she cuddled closer to him, humming contently
"Mhmm."
"I love you."
"Do you really?"
Even though she was cheating on him, she still desired to know. She loved two men, she wouldn't be able to decide between them if they asked her too. She just couldn't, they were both great; Francis was a great emotional crutch, she was always there for her. Antonio was a great sexual crutch, all they did was sleep together, but she supposed she did find an emotional side with Antonio. However, Francis didn't seem to love her.
He was always messing around with her friends and random girls in the clubs. Even on dates he would flirt with the waitress, the fucking nerve. The only reason why she cheated on him was because Antonio gave her the affection she longed for.
"I do." He said seriously, rolling onto his side to look at her sternly. "I love you so much, you had no idea." Chiara adverted her eyes away from his passionate gaze; unsure. He never sounded this passionate before. Only when he spoke about something he desperately loved. But actions spoke louder than words.
She knew she had no place to say that, she sometimes felt horribly guilty about what she was doing. Sleeping with his best friend every time he left for a business trip (which was often).
"I love you too." She breathed out tilting her head up to kiss him, heart soaring. At last, he loved her.
She started to spend more time with Francis as months passed, and less and less time with her Spanish lover. They went on more dates, managed to keep a tight leash on him in clubs. She made sure he danced with only her, stayed by her side. She drank up his affection she longed for, no longer relying on Antonio for that emotional support. Now declarations of love were genuine from both sides of the party.
Drunk off of happiness, love, and joy she fell into his arms breathing out.
"Je t'aime." That night they kissed under the stars on top of the Eiffel Tower, swaying to imaginary music as Francis popped that pretty question. Which was responded with a kiss and a excited yes.
Antonio had became obsessed with the Italian, he couldn't think of life with out the firecracker. The way she smiled at him, how down right sexy she could be. Everything about her made his heart sing, she became his life. However, there was one thing standing in his way.
"What?" Chiara blinked at him from across the small table they sat at. They had gotten coffee at a local coffee shop and were have an undercover date. It was a date but they were acting as though they were old friends. Today however, Chiara was going to call the affair off, she was happy now. She no longer needed Antonio as an emotion crutch all she needed to do now was break it off. She truly wanted to be friends for now o—
"I want you to leave Francis and be with me."