Page 46 of The Don's Hidden Heir

I gasp and electricity shoots up my spine. “Your mouth really has no filter.”

“And neither do your thoughts.” He steps closer and he smells like aftershave and sandalwood. “Swear you weren’t thinking of wrapping your tiny fingers around my cock, though I think I’d prefer your mouth.”

Heat caresses my cheeks and I quickly lift my gaze to his face. His dark hair is curly and his blue eyes shimmer from the light streaming into the hallway.

God. He’s so handsome.

“I’d rather suck on a piece of metal than put my mouth on you, Dominic.”

A sly grin darkens his expression, but he doesn’t push it any further. “Ready for breakfast?”

I nod. I can’t speak when my core is pulsing and my chest is fluttering.

Lucas is already digging into his food when we reach the dining room. He is leaning over the expansive dining table, the sound of his cutlery clanging on the fine china echoes in the room as he stuffs his mouth with food. He looks like he hasn’t eaten in days.

Dominic sits beside Lucas, ignoring the empty seat at the end of the table and I sit across him.

Lucas looks up at him and grins. “I’m sorry. I was too hungry to wait.”

Dominic smiles back and pats his head. “It’s fine, son. Do whatever you want. It’s your home.”

Lucas peers at me and his smile widens. He wraps his hands around his cup of hot chocolate and drinks from it. When he puts it down, there’s foam around his mouth.

I grab a towel and push myself to wipe it off, but Dominic beats me to it. He’s so tender with Lucas. I would admit he was a good father if I wasn’t in denial about everything concerning him.

Dominic and Lucas chat as we eat. A pang of regret slithers through me as I watch them. It’s such a heartwarming sight, watching them get along so well.

For the first time in years, I start to wonder if I’d really done what was best for Lucas by keeping him away from his father.

I’d been selfish and I’d put my own interests before Lucas’s. The weight of regret doesn’t lighten by the time we’re done with the meal. I go up to my room and place a call to Moira. She’s the only person who can make me feel better.

“Hi, babe,” she says as she answers my call. “How is it going over there?”

“Fine,” I croak. “We’ve settled in and Lucas is fitting in really well. It’s like he’s been here all his life.”

“If that’s the case then why do you sound so sad?” She pauses. “Elena, are you okay?”

I sniffle and rest my back on the headboard. “I’m fine. It’s just…Dominic is being a really good father to Lucas and I’m wondering if I did the right thing depriving him of a father for so long.”

There’s a brief silence.

“Babe, I’m probably the wrong person to judge your actions. I don’t even know right from wrong, but I can tell you that I don’t think it matters.”

“You think I was wrong?”

“That is not what I’m saying,” she says, “all I’m saying is that your intentions are the only thing that matter. You did what you did to protect Lucas and that is what moms do. They protect their babies in whatever way they can. I’m sure Lucas will understand that once he is old enough to.”

I allow Moira’s words to simmer in my head long enough to give me a little comfort. “You’re the best, Moira. You know that, right?”

I imagine her smile at the other end of the phone. “I know I am, that is why I think you should consider increasing my pay—”

I hang up before she completes her sentence and chuckle to myself. My best friend is obsessed with money and dick.

Two days passes and living in Dominic’s mansion really hasn’t gotten easier. Bianca is still rude and unwelcoming and it’s getting harder to ignore my attraction to Dominic.

We have breakfast every morning with Lucas, and Dominic insists on driving him to school and dropping me off at work. Marcus and Vincent haven’t come around in the last two days and I grow anxious when I think of seeing them

I wonder if Vincent is as much of a grump as Marcus and Dominic. It seems to run in the Romano blood.

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