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Every time I turned around, one of Dom’s people was lurking in the corner or watching me like I was gonna run or snitch. I had nowhere to go and no family left. I no longer had any loyalty owed to El Blanca, but I still wasn’t free. Right now, I was just tolerated and sheltered like some fragile little thing on house arrest. I walked through the penthouse barefoot, as my eyes bounced between two of Dom’s people posted at the front door. They weren’t even trying to be low with it whenever they were watching me. I rolled my eyes and not at them but at the whole situation. I just wanted to feel like a regular person again.
I found Dom in the kitchen leaning against the island with a glass of water in his hand. His gauze was looking intact wrapped tight around his side like a professional had done it. He looked tired but still like a force to be reckoned with. That was the thing about him, he was intimidating without even trying. Even when I wanted to, I didn’t raise my voice and didn’t storm in or act out. That’s not how I dealt with him, and he taught me that. With Dom, respect was a two-way street, you showed it if you expected it. So, I kept it calm and cool.
“You know, you really shouldn’t be on your feet so much,” I said, stepping toward him. “I know you feel like you’re made of steel or whatever, but even steel can get worn down.” I told him. He looked at me with those deadly but sexy eyes and he didn’t say a word. “I taped a piece of wrap over your gauze. That way it won’t get wet when you shower,” I added, holding it out to him. “I figured you wouldn’t think of it… or wouldn’t care even if you did. Either way, here it is.”
He took it from me with a simple nod and eyes lingering for a second like he wasn’t used to someone thinking about the little stuff although I knew that wasn’t the case, that’s just what I wanted my mind to believe. “I’m gonna cook something,” I saidafter a few more seconds. “Nothing crazy. I just want to make something warm to give me a sense of normalcy. That way your chefs can sit this one out.”
“You don’t gotta do that,” he replied. His voice was smooth when he spoke.
“I know I don’t,” I said, glancing at him, “but I want to. Besides… I need something to do other than pace this damn house.”
Dom stared at me for a little bit longer before letting it go for now. What I was talking about was the least of his worries anyway. “Do what you want,” he said before heading off to shower.
I turned to the stove and felt alive again when I did. Something about moving my hands, seasoning meat and sautéing onions made me feel grounded. It reminded me of simpler times, before life just got this complicated. By the time he came back out, his towel was slung over his shoulder and his sweats were hanging low on his hips. I had the kitchen smelling delicious. I set a plate down on the counter and stepped back.
“I’ve been thinking…” I started as I wiped my hands on a dish towel, “about that job you offered. If it still stands, I want it. I know I’m not exactly at the top of your trust list, and I get it… but I’m willing to prove myself. I don’t want your pity,” I continued, “and I’m not asking for handouts. Just a chance to figure out where I fit in this new world.”
Dom’s face didn’t change, but something in his eyes did. He set the towel down and walked past me, brushing my shoulder with his as he picked up the plate.
“I’ll think about it,” he simply replied and that was more than enough for me.
It’d been a few days since all hell broke loose, and the streets had gone silent for now, but I knew that wouldn’t last long, that’s why when it was too quiet it didn’t sit well with me. It felt like the calm before another deadly ass storm. My body was still healing from the chaos, and the soreness in my ribs reminded me that I wasn’t bulletproof. Still, I got up and moved like I was simply ignoring it. I had motions to file, cases to prepare, and a life to keep pushing even with the weight of the world on my shoulders feeling like bricks.
I had just left the courthouse downtown. The judge approved my motion for a continuance for a trial in the making, which gave me more time to work my angle of the case. My suit jacket was draped over my forearm, and my heels were clicking against the concrete with every step as I made my way to the car. With every step that I took, I could feel eyes watching me. I scanned the street twice, but nothing looked off to me. However, I still couldn’t shake the eerie ass feeling that rolled down my spine.
When I made it to the penthouse, I locked the door behind me, kicked off my heels, and stepped out of my dress allowing it to form a puddle around my ankles before I stepped over it. That damn underwire in my bra had been cutting into me all day. I slipped into a tank top and some boy shorts before brushing my hair up into a messy bun. I wasn’t trying to be sexy. I just wanted to be comfortable… but when Dom showed up fifteen minutes later, his eyes said otherwise.
“Still hurtin’?” he asked, with his eyes gliding over my body.
“Yeah, but who cares? I’m breathing, so I’m okay with that.” I gave him a dry smirk and nodded toward the couch. “Sit down and let me check that damn wound. You stubborn as hell.”
Dom peeled off his shirt like it was nothing and my pussy began to throb at the sight of his ripped frame. That scar was healing, the dressing was wrapped good, real good. I knew it was still painful, but that man wouldn’t dare say a word about it. Hell, he did everything in silence. He loved in silence, hurt in silence, and sometimes popped off in silence.
I gently pressed my fingers around the gauze as I peeled it back to see it. “This shitlooks like it hurts like a hell.” I winched.
He chuckled through clenched teeth. “Ain’t shit but a graze. I can’t let it slow me down.”
I gave him a look and raised a brow. “You a lie.” I knew it had to hurt.
That man sat there like a damn statue while I applied ointment, cleaned the wound again, and rewrapped it.
“You done?” he asked, gazing at me with that look in his eyes.
“Yup.”
“Aight good… now let me check on you.”
Before I could even roll my eyes or play hard to get, he pulled me down into his lap, like he owned my body. My sore thighs naturally wrapped around him and within minutes, his dick was out, my boy shorts were pulled to the side, and I was ridinghim like I had something to prove and maybe I did. I tossed my head back making sure not to brush against his wound. With my bottom lips tucked, I rode Dom’s hefty dick like I was riding a wave as he stared in my face with a dominating yet satisfying look on his face and in his eyes.
I could tell the feeling of being inside of me was taking his mind off of his wound and that was the plan anyway. I don’t know if it was the pressure between us both with everything going on around us, but before I knew it, we were both cumming as I squirted all over him.
“Mmmmm! Fuckkkkk!” I squealed with my eyes shut tight feeling my thighs quake around him.
“Damn girl,” he groaned with his hands plastered on my thighs allowing his dick to pulsate through my warm walls. It took me a few minutes to gather myself but if it were up to me, I would’ve never moved. I rested my head on Dom’s shoulder while he wrapped his strong arms around my body. I had wanted this kind of attention from him for so long, I was afraid that it would just disappear one day. I didn’t know if Dom was just going through a phase or if he was actually truly opening up to loving me. I did know it didn’t feel forced. When I finally peeled myself off of him, I barely made it to the kitchen before my phone rang. I was going to get Dom and I some water. As soon as I answered, Dique’s voice came through.
“Y’all better not be late,” he said as soon as I said hello. “You know Ma be mad emotional on her birthday… and don’t come empty-handed neither. I told her you was bringing the banana pudding.”
“Boy, I will throw you off a bridge. I didn’t say I was bringing that.” I laughed. “But we on our way.” I let him know as I peeked over at Dom.Shit, I thought. With all the chaos going on, I nearly forgot about my own mother-in-law’s birthday cookout today. Iwas excited to see the look on her face when she received her gift from her children though.
