Rachel had always wondered what dating Dario would feel like, she fantasized about it the first time he told her he loved her. She fantasized about it after she turned him down cause he was still young and "figuring" things out. She smiled at the idea. It seemed ideal, she had hoped he'd be persistent and not give up after the first time she turned him down but he left the next day. He left and she wondered why he never came back or why she never went out to look for him.
Then the years rolled by and she finally got the courage to ask around and get her hands on his office number.
She kept pushing the day farther and farther as she overthought and made up scenarios in her head of Dario rejecting her or already deeply in love with another woman. That was until she figured it wouldn't hurt if she tried and she did.
The night he came to pick her up, she had butterflies in her stomach like that of a 12 year old girl waiting on her crush to walk her to school. She knew he had always loved black on her so she bought a new black dress that was just revealing enough.
She never thought they would actually have sex but they did and it had been exactly as she had imagined, intimate, passionate, and amazing.
But then she woke up the next day and found that Dario had left her on the bed by herself and had gone out.
She thought to herself "he's such a gentleman for letting me sleep in".
She walked to his kitchen and found he'd made her coffee with a note that read
"sorry I had to hurry off to meet an old friend. I made you coffee, and hopefully you'll wake up before it gets cold"
there was a heart drawn at the end of the note. She smiled to herself as she ran her fingers on the note.
On this particular Friday night, she had asked to hang out with him because asides from the fact that she had developed feelings for Dario, she still pretty much enjoyed his company and loved to watch his face anytime he smiled and his dimple showed.
At the bar, he left his phone with her as he used the restroom and she saw texts from a lady and apparently, the lady was at his place waiting for him.
She mentally decided to make sure she kept Dario busy until the lady left.
What she wasn't expecting was that they'd go back to Dario's place and meet the lady still waiting.
She was left stunned as she watched Dario run after said lady and leave her standing on the corridor leading to his apartment alone and confused.
She was hurt and perplexed. But mostly needed an explanation for what she had just witnessed. She began to sober up as she leaned on the door to support her weight .
Then her phone screen buzzed to life as a text from Dario rang through.
"The key is under the floor mat you can let yourself in with it".
She checked under the floor mat and saw the key which she picked up and unlocked the door.
As she let herself into his home, she wondered who the other woman was? . Maybe a one night stand that wanted more, maybe a fling that still wanted him, or maybe an ex that needed closure?.
Either ways she didn't care. She was the one inside his house right now, she was the one that would spend the night with him and wake up next to him when morning came.
She let herself out of the dress she was wearing and ran herself a hot bath as she sat on the toilet seat waiting for the water to fill up the tub.
She gently let herself into the tub and let out a happy sigh as the water caressed her skin and sent her mind into a happy place.
When she was done bathing, she cleaned herself up and walked to his room where she picked up one of his shirts and threw it on her body, smiling at how well it suited her.
She was very aware of how sexy she was and how no man she ever wanted rejected her.
She laid on the bed with nothing on but Dario's shirt.