Page 67 of Always You
He raises an eyebrow showing his signature cocky smirk. “Damn, that's good huh, just call me your sex machine.”
I snort a laugh.
Dominic flips me on top of him, kissing me slowly with a steady rhythm, grinding my hips. He moans. “God, baby, I can never get enough of you.” He lifts me slightly and inserts himself inside me.
I guess we’re going for round three. As he arches his back, I rock my hips. We ride the waves of pleasure.
“You’re my universe,” I whisper in his ear, right as we both doze off.
twenty-one
DOMINIC
Four weeks have passed; it’s been perfect, except for our argument. About fucking Samantha’s texts. Guilt eats at me for stringing Samantha along. I was attracted to her beauty, yet she was always a distraction. I was never in love with her. Mila is the most beautiful woman; no one compares to her. The pain in Mila’s eyes fucking hurt; it shattered me. She’s fucking terrified of me breaking her, betraying her.
The fact she doesn’t trust me, fucking wounds me. I chose my mother over her once. I’d never make this mistake again. I meant what I said. She will always be number one. Her words from that night hurt.“It’s best if you leave, Dominic, we won’t work.”Fucking hell. Felt like knives slicing through my heart. I fucking love her. If only she would let me show her. I’d rip the heart from my chest just for her.
The last time I was this happy was the day I met Mila. We were inseparable. It didn’t help that we went to different high schools. After practice, I would rush to her house, or she would drive to my school to watch me practice. I knew then she was meant for me. I couldn’t keep my hands off her and definitely not my mouth. The night I peered through the restaurant window at the Christmas party, she glistened, angelically beautiful just like an Angel, with her sparkly green eyes, which captivated me with her illicit smile, and took my breath away, knocking me to my knees. I’d never experienced love up until that moment. She was for me to love, cherish, and worship.
“Your mom is here.” Mario peeks his head through my office door.
Fuck. I haven’t answered her phone calls in weeks. Being controlling is her nature; the fact she can’t control me any longer has her fuming. She waltzes in like she owns the place, shooting daggers and sharp cheekbones that can shave ice.
“Nice to see you, Dominic. Did you forget you had a mother? You have not joined us for dinner or returned my texts and phone calls. Is it because of her?” She stands with her hands on her hips.
I scoot my chair back and rub the back of my neck. “Yes, it’s because of Mila. I love her. We have a son together. It’s always been her, and it will always be her. I’ve loved her since I was seventeen. You know I ponder, shouldn’t a mother want to see her son happy?Shemakes me happy. She is everything I want in a woman and more.”
I lift myself from the chair, shuffling beside her, I shake my head at her.
“I can’t comprehend what you have against Mila that prevents you to want to meet your grandson. You have not once mentioned him. The hate you carry for Mila is sickening. You want to be part of our life, Mom?” I roll my shoulders back, wishfully praying she will accept our relationship like a normal mother would and love her grandson.
Her lips flatten into a curl flaring her nostrils. “Of course, I want to be in your life, Dominic.”
“No, Mom. Our life. As in mine with Mila and Dante. If you can’t accept them, then I can’t be part of your life. This is where I put my foot down. I will do anything to protect Mila and Dante from anyone, especially you mother. You’re missing out on meeting Dante. It’s your loss. She will always come first.” My jaw twitches with the coldness and selfishness she abhorrence.
“What about Samantha, she loves you, and you’re still marrying her. I will cancel nothing, Dominic; you’re so delusional over this woman all she is your high school past, an itch to scratch,” she bellows. Anger rising, she breathes heavily.
I stop her from saying more, I don’t want to hear shit about Samantha. “Listen to me, Mom, there will be no wedding with Samantha. One day, there will be a wedding with Mila. I left Samantha I was never in love with her. She was never the one. You’re the one who set me up with her. You insisted on the relationship, Mom. I’ve had enough of this shit, you deal with Samantha and her father.” I rake my finger on my lips as I survey her as she burst into flames.
“And you were happy with her, Dominic. This woman comes back, and you forget all about Samantha,” she hisses.
“Mom, we are done here. You need to leave.”
She stiffens. “Dominic, Samantha has been calling me crying. You better fix this; she loves you.”
I roll my eyes. I doubt she loves me. It’s not something I felt from her. She slams the door on her way out.
* * *
After work, I head to Rocoo’s for a drink and to meet Liam, Santiago, and Mark.
“I went to see Mila did she tell you? At her work a few weeks ago.” Liam raises an eyebrow grinning as he scratches his lottery ticket.
“Yeah, she was happy to see you, and she also told me you drooled over her friend.”
He snorts a laugh, focused on his ticket. “She was hot, that’s all.”
“Really, bro? You’re not interested in hooking up with her or asking if she’s single?”
