Page 51 of Always You
When I heard the news that I had cancer, it felt like I’d been thrown into the depths of a raging ocean. But even as the waves dragged me down, Mila’s beautiful smile and bubbly laughter kept me from giving into the shadows. She gave me the strength to fight for my life. She remained my beacon of light in the darkness even after she was gone.
Heading to the check-out, I spot Ken glowering straight at me with his tiny shorts and a muscle shirt with no damn muscle to his body. What a joke.
“What’s going on, Ken?” I cringe at his short shorts and scrunch my nose in disgust. I’m surprised his dick isn’t hanging out; probably a tiny dick, I snort.
“It’s Brian,” the dickhead snips. He glances at my basket. “Is this for Dante?”
I want to pound him right in the face. The fact that he’s met my son and I haven’t pisses me off, and the asshole knows it. I’m not letting it show he irks me. The image of him sleeping with Mila ignites me. Fuck I’m not sure if she’s been intimate with him, but the way he had her in the backseat of his car says otherwise. I could hear her moaning. The sound of her moans are engraved in my mind.
“You know it, Ken, heading to see my son and my woman later tonight.” I flash him a cocky grin.
His eyes widened with rage. He barks a laugh. “Until you screw it up, then she’ll come running to me. I’ll be the one warming her bed and tucking your son into bed. She savored my dick in her mouth. The way she moaned my name. Yeah, she’ll be doing it again. When she comes back to me.”
Mother fucker.With myjaw clenching, I drift toward him without making a scene.
“No matter what, this is where you are mistaken. I’ll stay in Dante's life forever, and he’ll always be my son. Even if she is not with me, my woman is stillmine. When any other man is fucking her, she will think about me because no one can fulfill her the way I can. I damaged her for all other men, and no one comes close to me. As a result, Ken, if you believe you can warm her bed, well just know it won't be you she'll be thinking about it. Do you really believe you can endure living in another man’s shadow? And just to be clear, I won't ever let her leave.”
Jealousy pours over me like acid.
“Her soul is and will always bemine. Selfishly, I’ll never return it. You know shit about mine and Mila’s history. Stay away from my family. If you even breathe in her space, I’ll rearrange your face.”
If looks could kill, dickhead would be six feet under. Grimacing, I give him one last look before I head to check out.
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I round the corner of my condo. Fuck. The two women I’m not in the damn mood to see. They don’t know how to back the fuck off. I park my truck in the garage. Samantha runs in her Louboutin heels, throwing her arms at me.
“Baby, I’ve missed you so much. How about I order us dinner, and we can cuddle and watch a movie?” She strokes me with the palm of her hands.
I rip her hands off my chest. My mom stands milliliters from Samantha.
“What are you both doing here?” I bellow.
“Dominic! Is this any way to speak to your mother and fiancée?” She gapes, shoving her hands in her pockets. “I came to see you. And drop Samantha off with you. We went dress shopping, and she found a beautiful wedding dress. Can’t wait for my future daughter to walk down the aisle.” She beams.
What in the fuck. Goddamn.
“She is not my fiancée. I’ve made it very clear. It’s fucking over between us. You both can go. I’m with Mila like it should have been.”
Samantha breaks into tears.
Shit.
My mom sneers at me. “Fix this, Dominic. I have somewhere I need to be.” She rounds herself, her heels clinking on the pavement, then she gets into her Audi and speeds off.
I’m left with Samantha whimpering. I sigh. “Samantha, we are over. I’m not in love with you nor will I ever be. I’m sorry for hurting you. We should have never become a thing. My heart was never mine to give away. It has always belonged to another woman—my first and only love. I’m sorry but you need to leave. We were not meant for one another. You know this.”
“Dominic p-p-please,” she says, pleading.
My heart aches and guilt eats at me for giving her false hope. A superficial relationship.
“Samantha…”
Fuck.
She throws herself on me, her lips crashing onto mine.
I shove her off of me, enraged. “What the fuck Samantha?” I grimace.
