Page 83 of Always You
His smile curls. “Me too, Angel.” He wipes his mouth dabbing the napkin on his chin, then bites into his dinner roll. “You did good, Angel, best Thanksgiving ever.”
“Many more to come,” I say, hopeful as I wipe a smear of mashed potatoes on the corner of his mouth.
He swallows hard, turning his gaze to Dante.
My stomach churns, what’s going on with him? Mustering a smile trying to ignore his reaction. Enjoying the night stuffing ourselves with delicious food.
twenty-six
MILA
Achilling breeze, which makes my skin shiver, kisses my skin. I reach inside my purse and take out my red scarf, wrapping it around myself to stay warm. I savor the aroma of the sea breeze and the crash of the early-morning waves. I gather my equipment, preparing for a family photo shoot. I take a breath of the morning's salty air.
Nana and Uncle Roger left for Manhattan yesterday. I miss them already. Moving back to San Diego was the best decision I could have made, not expecting to see Dominic. Our destiny was written for us in the stars, perhaps love drew us back to one another. I sound like my smutty books. I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Every day, I fall deeper in love with him. The thought scares me while I’m falling, and he’s drawing back. My walls are crumbling down and his are going up.
Could it be work? Or am I just a phase like the bitch stated in her text. It leads me to believe there’s more to it, maybe it has to do with his mom meddling with our relationship.
“Hey, girls! Let’s go have lunch I’m starved.” Sophie rubs her belly, staring at Daliah and I. She must be hungry because her stare could kill. I chuckle; she turns into Godzilla when she’s hungry or hangry.
“Sure, let’s get food in you before you turn into Godzilla.”
She flips me off. Daliah and I share a wry chuckle.
I love her.
We traipse our way into Jerry’s Pub the smell of food has my stomach grumbling. I didn’t even realize I was this hungry. We’re seated in a corner booth. We all idly eye the menu while considering what to get. Anger wells up inside of me like a lump of burning coal when I hear a familiar voice tinged with betrayal.
“Can I take your order?”
I look up at the conniving bitch. She gasps when she recognizes it’s me.
“How are you doing, Skylar? I assume well, right? I heard you had been throwing yourself on Dominic these past five years like a frantic slut obsessing over my man. You’ve been lying to me all this time, so you can pursue him. Hearing me sob as I grieve his passing when you were aware he was still alive. You heartless shit! We have a kid, Skylar, and we had been talking for three years.”
“This is her?” Sophie injects with a clipped tone.
“Yup, that’s her.”
Skylar’s bewildered eyes bulge out of their sockets. Her color drained ghost white. “I-I-I’m sorry, Mila,” she bats her fake lashes, stuttering.
Skylar’s always been a manipulative bitch. I should’ve known better. Who would scheme such evilness?
“Fuck you, Skylar, don’t fucking give me your fake apology. You knew what you were doing. You’re not sorry. My son lost four years from his dad.”
“I- I didn’t know you were pregnant.” Darkness seeps through her bones. She’s so damn fake.
A malicious laugh rolls off my tongue. “You wouldn’t give a shit if I was pregnant or not. You’ve always been a selfish tramp. You always crushed over him. He never wanted you. He told me what transpired at the bar, you’re pitiful, Skylar. You’ve been like this since high school.”
She looks at me through her fake eyelashes and smirks.
That fucking bitch.
“You have it all wrong, Mila. He’s only with you now because you have a son, and it’s all fresh. Otherwise, he would’ve stayed with Samantha, or maybe they will get back together after he gets bored with you. You’re just a phase.” She shrugs her shoulder. She flips her golden blonde hair.
Fuck her.
Adrenaline spikes subconsciously as I stand up and slap her hard across the face. A thunder clap vibrates throughout the room.
She gasps, massaging her cheek. She jolts off to the restroom.
