Page 21 of Always You
“Baby, it tastes like ass.”
She chuckles for the first time in weeks.
My recollections of how she abandoned me and never looked back are shattered with a click. I turn on the faucet for another measly cold shower for the millionth time. My dick goes back in time to when we were teens again, every time I think of her, I grow hard. A deep groan escapes my throat as I run my hands through my wet hair.Damnit Mila, what are you doing to me? I needto forget Mila—Mom’s right, she’s toxic she fucked me over. It was a high school fling. She’s in the past.
I’ll go stay the night with Samantha. I’ll spend the entire day with her tomorrow, take her shopping and spend the night fucking her until I fail to remember Mila. Getting her out of my system. Samantha is the one for me. I’m engaged to her.
* * *
Samantha lives in a classy new development neighborhood. I wave at the security guard at the gate.
“Hey, Dominic, how’s it going, how have you been, man?” Ron is an elderly man retired from the air force.
“Good, man, same old shit.” My life consists solely of work, with nothing else.
“Take the miss on a trip. Maybe it’s just what you need.” He waves me off with a cheerful smile.
I sigh. He could be right, maybe taking a trip is just what Samantha and I need. I pull into her driveway, hopping out of my truck, I head to her front door. I knocked twice. She opens the door, surprised to see me. Her beautiful smile glistens in the sunlight.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the restaurant?”
I wrap my arms around her, cupping her cheeks. I swoop down to claim her lips.
“Can’t I spend time with my fiancée?” I question, raising an eyebrow at her.
She squeals, “You never show up like this. You just caught me by surprise, that’s all,” she moans as I kiss her. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts. “You look beautiful wearing my shirt, baby.” My words are strained. I run my hands under the fabric of the t-shirt. I shake my head inwardly repressing any thoughts of the woman with raven hair who is clawing her way inside.
“I want to take you shopping.” I lift her onto the kitchen counter.
“Oh, Dominic, baby, you know I love shopping.” She twirls a strand of hair batting her eyelashes.
“I know, that’s why I want to take you out and spend the entire day with my girl.”
She kisses me on the lips, hungrily.
“Get dressed, baby.”
* * *
We’ve been at the mall for three prolonged hours—why does it take so long to pick clothes? Why do women have to try it all on? I grab a hold of her bags as we walk back to my pickup.
“Do you want to go grab something to eat, sweetheart?” I ask her while opening the door of the truck. I lean in and give her a peck on the lips.
“Starving… shopping makes me hungry.” She exhales a long sigh of contentment.
No one can deny Samantha is beautiful. Yet, kissing Mila always felt like a firework show, and with Samantha, it’s… dry.In time, it will get better,I convince myself.
“How about Chinese?”
A warm smile clings to her lips. “That sounds good.”
I pull her in for another kiss.
Lunch goes by quickly as we chat about how she’s close to finishing law school. Her father’s plans are for her to take over his business when he retires. Samantha’s upbringing as an only child radiates off her, generations of wealth are visible. She has no knowledge of what it’s like to struggle or what surviving is like. They have handed everything down to her. She is lucky to have that.
As we pull into the Target lot, I remember the restaurant needs more paper goods and cleaning supplies. Samantha doesn’t seem to mind accompanying me on my errand.
Walking down the aisle, I grab a couple of cleaning products. Samantha walks off to go fish for a phone case while I make my way to the paper products aisle. I toss a bulk pack of paper towels into the basket. My ears perk up like a damn chihuahua when I hear the sweetest voice, the voice that never leaves my memory in the aisle next to me. My heartbeat quickens like it always does in response to her voice. She makes my body react in ways no woman can. She’s kerosene igniting every part of me. Pushing my basket slowly to peek into the next aisle. Mila kneels close to a small boy, but I can’t see his face. I wonder if she’s babysitting, or does she have kids? Is she married to the Ken dude?
