Page 37 of Always You
“Mila, I’m sorry; I wasn’t expecting all this to happen. I’m not—fuck, I didn't expect this to happen after sex. No, I’m not using you, Mila. I care about you so much, pretty girl.” He sighs.
I get the hint and gather my keys and purse before walking out to my car.
“Mila,” he shouts.
I turn to peer at him.
“Honey it’s just with school, I just don’t want the drama right now. Once things get settled, we can get back together. I like what we have.”
“Sure, Brian, see you around,” I murmur under my breath.
Well, shit, so much for him fighting for me, or rather trying.He doesn’t need the drama. Seriously, I’m drama. I’m cool with it, and therefore, relationships are a pain in the ass. Jumping in my car, I put it in gear and drive off to the studio.
eleven
MILA
The weekend couldn’t come quicker. It’s been a rough week between Brian calling things off with us and Dominic showing up at my house. Lately, my head has been in a cloud. Just when things between Brian and I were going good, and I was moving on, Dominic selfishly created problems.
I sigh as I put the car in drive, heading back home. Dante and I did a little shopping for his Halloween costume. I promised him a Spiderman costume. He’s an obsessed fan.
“Mommy, how do you send letters to heaven?” he asks. His brows draw in a deep frown.
My heart feels like it’s going through a shredder; no, it pretty much feels like it went through a meat grinder. I blink away the tears that are falling.
“Honey, I wish that was possible.”
He sighs and mumbles, “I wanted to tell Daddy about my day.”
I grip the steering wheel, a wedge of anger mixed with tears fills my throat. My stomach churns. My love for Dominic has come at a high cost. I thoughtlessly offered my heart to him when we met, yet he has never returned it. My love is not free; it has to be earned. I’ll talk to Dominic soon and ask if he wants to be in Dante’s life for good, or if he chooses not to. He needs to let me go.
* * *
“Mommy, someone’s at the door,” Dante shouts from the living room.
Not sure who it could be, I swing the door open, I’m startled to find Dominic standing at the door. I see a rapid blink of surprise as my eyes peer into his whiskey-brown eyes. He looks handsome, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt that shapes his hard muscles. He rocks the balls of his heels back and forth. He clears his throat and swallows.
“Angel, I brought you both dinner from the restaurant,” he says, in a low husky voice.
I close the door behind me, worried Dante might recognize him.
He scratches his beard. He’s nervous.
My eyebrows jog up. “You brought dinner?” I question with a puzzled look. Is he serious?
“Yes, it’s close to dinner. I thought I’d save you the trouble of making dinner.” He sighs as his eyes search mine.
The pain in my chest sharpens as I ponder the pain he has reflected in me.
“Angel, the truth is I wanted to see you and talk to you.” His shoulders slump.
“Dominic, I agree we need to talk, but now’s not the time...”
“Baby, please just let me talk. You need to hear me out. I hate myself for letting my mother manipulate me, pushing you away from me, and believing in her lies. I hate myself even more for missing five years of your and my son’s life. Angel, not a day went by when I didn’t think of you. You always lingered on my mind. All those women meant nothing to me. All they were—was a distraction. Samantha was another one of my mom’s guilt trips she laid on me. To date her, to propose to her, I went along with it because my heart was empty. It was wrong of me to lead her on when my heart and soul belong solely to you, Mila. I broke it off with her.”
He steps closer and brushes a strand of hair stuck to my cheek.He broke it off with her. What a fucking lame excuse his mom forced him.
“Dominic, I don’t want to hear it.”
