Page 13 of Always You
“Last night, when Samantha and I went out to dinner, Mila was there.” I hear him take a deep breath and sigh.
“Dom, you’re fucking engaged. She’s in the past she was your high school girlfriend, sweetheart, or whatever. You’ve moved on.”
It’s my turn to sigh as I run my fingers through my hair. “I know, bro, but I haven’t seen her since she walked out of that hospital room. You know how I’ve always felt about her.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds. “Did you talk to her?”
“No, she was with someone, and we just glared at each other. She just had this look in her eyes I can’t quite understand.”
He hums.
Fuck I’m keeping the part where I pinned her down to myself.
“Dom, leave it. She moved on, and so have you.”
My chest stings with pain. The pain I thought subsided years ago is back. She bites at me with her venom seeping through my flesh, eating at me. Once I was cancer free and we moved back to California, I went feral, searching for her everywhere. As I questioned her friends, everyone shrugged; it was like she disappeared.
“You’re right, I’ll let it go. Fuck I just don’t get why she never called. How could she tell Mom I was a burden to her?” Bile burns the back of my throat.
“She’s a cold-hearted bitch, man. She called none of us to check on you. It is not worth thinking about her.” Ignoring the bite in his words. “All right, man, I gotta go shower and head to bed.”
“See ya, bro,” I groan once the line clicks. Throwing my head back on the couch, maybe he is right. I need to erase her—forget her. I have no idea who the guy she was with was; maybe a husband, boyfriend, or an ex now since I left a hickey on her. Mila was once everything to me—my world. And now, seeing her here, could be the closure I needed.
I strip down and jump into the steaming hot shower, reminiscing about the night I took Mila to the beach for our first date.
I lay out a blanket. We sit close to one another and gaze at the beautiful orange-red sunset. Mila is always simple; the smallest things make her happy. I cast a longing look in her direction. Her complexion is like the color of cream, and her lips are gentle and inviting. Sparkling green eyes draw my attention. She’s absolutely beautiful and perfect in every way.
“Angel, is it possible to fall for someone this quick? Because I’m constantly hard when I’m around you.”
She blushes ten shades red, which makes my dick press even harder into my zipper. “I feel the same way, Dom. Except for the being hard constantly.” She giggles the words into my neck as she leans into me.
Cupping her cheeks, I press my lips against hers kissing her softly, our tongues collide and I taste the sweetness of her perfect hot mouth; it has me going into overdrive. I need more. I press my lips harder into her. The sensation of her lips on mine sends a thrill through my veins. My dick pulses against my jean shorts begging to be set free. Pleasure radiates off of me as I kiss her. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest like we’re running a race, and I’ve never felt so alive with someone else. I've kissed plenty of girls none have given me this much pleasure.
I groan, shaking off the memories. Dammit, just thinking of her has me aroused. I stroke myself as water droplets run down my body. My free hand is pressed against the cold wet tile of the shower wall, stroking until I reach completion—the soap suds slide down, milking every last drop.With her in mind.Fuck what just happened?I need to let her go—forget her. I’m engaged now. She clearly wanted me out of her life.
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MILA
As I open my eyes, the aroma of freshly made pancakes greets me. I rub the sleep from my eyes and make my way to the kitchen. Sophie stands, flipping pancakes on the griddle with a goofy smile. My head spinning, I only slept a couple of hours after Brian dropped me off. The pain in my heart weighed me down. Watching him with another woman pained me. Words can’t describe how I feel. How does someone move on from this? Believing he was dead. Believing he loved you.
“Coffee is ready. Sit and tell me all about your date last night.” Sophie grins.
I groan, deliberating over Dominic shoving me in the bathroom and pinning me on the wall with his wet lips on my neck. Last night was one of the strangest nights of my life. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart seemed to stop beating when I saw him. It was like the pain of a thousand knives piercing through my chest and squeezing my heart until it could take no more.
“Wait, is that a hickey? Dang, girl! So, I guess things went quite spectacular last night.”
A cringe-laugh drifts from my throat. I pour myself a cup of strong steamy hot coffee that tastes like heaven. I hide the red mark on my neck with my free hand letting my hair drape to the side.
“Not from Brian.”
Her mouth gapes wide open in shock and confusion with the spatula in hand.
“What do you mean, not from Brian? Didn’t you have dinner with him?” Her pointed blue eyes drift to my hickey.
I grab a plate, sliding a warm pancake onto it before adding a generous pour of syrup. Sophie's gaze is fixed on me, waiting for my response. Why I left with one man and came back mauled by another man. I tell my best friend everything that happened and how the ghost of my past showed up with his fiancée and pinned me to the wall.
“Holy shit!” she shouts.
