"I feel like I am going to barf," I said, turning to Dominic, who looked worse than I did.
"Same, and it's not even because of the drive over here," He said, and I watched him take a deep breath.
"I thought you said your family was chill?"
"They are."
"Then why are you taking a deep breath and mentally preparing?" I asked, and he started laughing.
"They are still family, and it's…been a while, like almost 12 years a while."
"TWELVE YEARS?"
He shushed me and quickly put a hand over my mouth.
I looked around. We were currently standing on his parents' porch, and neither of us had knocked yet.
"Okay, like 11 years and a couple of months. Lova and I came here when we first had Isabella, and I haven't been here since," he said, and he honestly looked horrified.
"Why didn't you tell me that?" I asked, gritting my teeth.
"It slipped my mind!"
I raised my eyebrow at him. "Was that the thing you forgot to tell me about?"
He shook his head. "No, that was about my dad, and I still can't remember it. Even after all of it, the drive, the porch, the house, I can't remember it for the life of me."
I just shook my head at him.
"Fuck," he mumbled, and he pulled out his phone and quickly opened it.
"Now what are you doing? Getting us a ride back home?"
He shook his head. "I am texting Sandro to see if they are all inside."
I peered over at his phone, and Sandro started typing.
"You are a grown-ass man, and you are scared to visit your parents?" I asked.
"Yes, yes, I am."
"All of this mafia shit, killing people, the kidnapping, and this is what scares you?" I stopped. "Is it because I am a man?"
He shook his head. "No, not at all. It's because I haven't seen my parents in 12 years and I'm shitting bricks."
I started laughing again, but this time harder.
"He answered and said they are in the living room. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck."
And almost like clockwork, the two of us watched as the front door swung open.
Damn, now I'm scared too.
I watched as the person standing in the doorway, who looked to be Sandro, smiled down at me. "Aren't you cute? Who's this Dom? One of Isabella's friends? By the way, where is the little rascal?"
Dom turned to me and gave me this horrified look, and I gave him the same look back.
Dude, we have to get back in that car RIGHT NOW and go the FUCK back home.
"Oh, uh. Mom and Dad didn't tell you?" Dominic asked awkwardly.
Smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave.
"Tell me what?" Sandro asked.
He was a big bitch, and he looked menacing as fuck. Holy shit.
I mean, Dominic was taller. But I knew Dominic, and it wasn't awkward.
I didn't know this guy standing in front of us, so it was awkward, and I wanted to cry.
"I got engaged."
"You did? Oh my god, I thought you would never get over Lova. Where is she? Is she in the car?"
I want to die in a hole. Please. Satan, I am begging you to take me now.
"Oh, this is my fiancé. Ryder," he said, and I felt his hand creep on my back as I waved shyly.
His brother looked gobsmacked but made a good recovery, and it turned into a smile. "Nice to meet you, Ryder. I'm Sandro," he said, and we shook hands.
"Come in; the family is waiting for you," Sandro said, and fully ripped Dominic away from me and shoved him inside.
Now his full attention was on me.
"Never took him to be bisexual or whatever that's called, but I would be too if you were my fiancé," he said.
I don't know if I should be flattered or scared.
How about both?
"Come in," he said with a flirty smile, and I nodded, and he shut the door behind me.
I'm actually so horrified right now.
I walked into the house, and there Dominic was, sitting on the couch, looking horrified as well.
My God, there are a lot of people in here.
I pushed my way past Sandro and sat right next to Dominic.
I was so close that I might as well be on his lap.
"Dom, introduce your fiancé to us," Sandro said.
This bitch.
"Oh, uh." Dominic forced me to stand up in front of him. "This is my fiancé, Ryder."
I looked around. I couldn't read a single look on the faces in front of me.
"He's black?" A voice asked, and I felt myself shrink and quickly sat back down.
"Yeah. Blexican."
"What the fuck does that mean? He's Mexican, too?"
Dominic nodded.
I looked over, and it was a guy with a beer who said that, and I think it was his dad.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
No, I KNOW this was his dad.
"I didn't think I had to; he's my fiancé, not yours," Dominic snapped.
"You know how I feel about…his kind."
Oh!!
Dominic's face dropped, and he looked at me. "I remember what I was going to tell you about my dad."
"He's a raging racist," Dominic said.
"That would have been REALLY nice to know," I said.
Dominic flipped back to his dad. "I don't care."
He rolled his eyes and started drinking.
His dad is low-key really hot.
That's so problematic, but he's hot as fuck.
"I mean, he's cute, but still. They are usually gold diggers," he spat.
"That's why I am here so that I can drain all of your family's wealth," I said, smiling at him, and someone started laughing.
I turned. I am assuming it was Jules because it looked like her, and she said from across the room, "He's funny; I like him."
Yeah, I would not have come if I knew he was a racist.
Like what?
How do you even forget something like that?
Dominic looked really embarrassed and out of it as his dad continued to open his mouth and hurl racist remarks at me.
"Dad, please stop it," Dominic said for the, I don't know how many times it has been now.
"What? I am just being honest."
"Honest and annoying," Jules butted in, and their dad gave her a nasty look.
Okay, well, there goes this nice family day, I guess. If only that drive didn't take 3 hours, we would so leave. But we are already here, so we might as well make the most of it. I guess?
I don't really know.
I watched as Dom's hand started to circle my thigh.
I smiled.
He hadn't even realized he was doing it; it was just out of habit. That felt nice.
"Where did you go to college?" His dad asked me.
"I didn't go; I dropped out of high school."
"Typical."
Oh my god.
"Dad, didn't you NOT go to college too?" Luca asked.
Look at me; I am remembering the names of people I haven't even formally met.
"He didn't," I heard a soft voice say, and everyone's attention changed.
I turned to Dom's dad, who had gotten up.
I am assuming that was his mom. She was very pretty and looked nothing like her raging racist husband.
Then I watched Dom's dad start hugging her and kissing her.
No wonder there are so many of them.
Her attention moved over to me, and she smiled. "Hi, I am Seo-hyun, but my nickname is Sophia," she said slowly, then waddled over, her husband still holding her, to shake my hand.
"My name is Ryder, Ryder Callahan," I said, and her smile grew.
"So polite!"
I nodded.
"Ignore my husband," she said.
Hard not to, but for you, pretty-looking lady, that is my fiancé's mom, I will.
"Food will be ready shortly," she said as her husband continued to kiss her.
I nodded, and she pried him off and started to mumble words I couldn't understand at him.
"But baby," he whined.
"Go and be nice."
I watched as his dad shuffled back to his spot in the living room.
"Well, I'm assuming you met Sandro on the way in here?" A girl I didn't recognize asked.
I nodded.
"Oh great, he's finally doing something right. You know it took him forever to propose, and he didn't even give me a good ring. I mean, let me see the ring Dominic gave you." She is Sandro's fiancée.
I looked over at Dom, and he was giving her an indifferent look.
The comment, "I thought they broke up," kept playing over and over in my head.
I showed her my finger, and she started yelling at Sandro.
I put my hand down quickly, and I looked at Dom and then at Sandro.
Wait. Didn't Sandro make a pass at me when we first got here?
Eh, what the hell?
"Well, I am assuming she was trying to segue into us formally introducing ourselves. I'm Guilia," Jules said with a smile, and I smiled back at her.
"Nice to meet you, Dom showed me pictures of all of you," I said, and she smiled.
She had a very nice smile.
"Hopefully they were all good." New character unlocked.
I have no idea who this is.
"I'm min." Oh, okay.
Her hair looks very different from what it did in the picture Dominic showed me. She and, I think, Luca have the same middle-part hair style now.
"Nice to meet you," I said with a smile. "I saw your pictures for volleyball; they were really cool. Did you guys have media day in the fall?"
Her smile grew, and she shoved her sister out of the way to sit next to me. "Yeah, how did you know that?"
"Well, your brother told me you play volleyball, and that usually happens in the fall season of sports, and since you are a senior, I assumed you had senior media day," I said, and she just started yelling.
"Oh! Oh! Oh my god, let me show you my pictures," she said, and then turned to her dad. "Appa." And then she started to say words I didn't understand.
He sighed and got up slowly, and just like that, he was gone.
"I'm Luca," the final sibling of Dom mumbled, and I waved.
"Nice to meet you."
"Uh, uh, you are very, uh, good-looking," he stammered awkwardly. "Thank you, you are very kind."
I felt Dom's hand go on my back and then under my shirt.
I leaned back, trying to trap his hands so he would stop being weird in front of his family.
"Hey, that's my fiancé," Dominic said as he tried to push me forward to help his trapped hand.
Luca laughed awkwardly as he continued to drink whatever he was drinking.
I heard Dom's dad say something, and then he handed Min a couple of photos.
Then she started to show me the pictures, and I smiled. "You look good!"
"Thank you, Appa said the makeup was too much."
"Also, your hair," Dom's dad mumbled.
Her hair was cut in the photos, but it was a bob, not the shorter hair she has now. And she also had what looked to be goth makeup on.
"I like it a lot," I said, and her face warmed.
"Thank you, that's really sweet."
"Of course, he would like it," Dominic's evil father said.
"Dad!" Dominic spat, and his dad rolled his eyes.
"You probably like that haircut too," his dad said.
"Umma! Come get your husband!" Min said, and his dad sighed.
"Min-ie, I didn't say anything you don't need…"
Dom's mom interrupted everyone. "Dinner's ready!" she said with a warm smile.
Everyone quickly got up, including Dom's dad, and made their way to the living room.
I smiled at Dom. "We haven't even been here that long, but this is the most social interaction I have had in my whole life."
"I know." He pushed me up so my back was no longer against the couch. "They are all like that," he mumbled, and I felt his cold hands slowly creep down my back into my underwear.
I grabbed his hand, and he smiled at me.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I mumbled, and his smile grew.
"Nothing, I'm just getting up to eat with my family," he said, pulling his hand out of my pants and my hand, and standing up.
I stood up after him and tried to kick him.
"Watch the leg," he said.
"Watch your fucking hands!" I spat.
"Are you guys going to eat with us, or are you just going to fight?" I turned around; Jules was right there.
"We are coming; Dominic just tripped me, and I hurt my leg," I said, and she gave Dominic a horrified look.
Bitch.
I slowly walked with the help of the couch, leaving Dominic to get lectured by his sister.
I walked into the kitchen, washed my hands, and then went back to the dining room.
Everyone was sitting in there, and there were three chairs left, and neither of them was next to the other.
I watched as Dominic and Jules came in from washing their hands in the kitchen, and Jules took one of the empty spots.
Now there were two seats: one next to Dominic's dad and one directly across from him.
Oh!
"Min, get up and sit next to Dad," Dominic said, his voice stern, which made my stomach turn.
In a good way.
Ew.
She let out a big sigh.
"Get up!" Dominic said louder.
She sighed and got up.
Then Dominic pulled the chair out for me, sat me down, and sat down next to me and smiled.
I looked down at the table. I am going to be honest: I can't name any of the food on the plate, but it tastes good and pairs well with the wine.
Eh, but everything pairs well with wine.
"Where did you guys meet?" I looked up at Sandro and then at Dom, who was on his second glass of wine.
"At the park," I said
"The park?" Sandro asked.
I nodded, and Sandro gave his brother a weird look.
That sounds so bad, and even worse considering our age gap.
"I was on a bench doing some knitting and…"
"It was love at first sight," Dominic interjected.
One-sided love at first sight.
Damn.
Where would I be if he weren't there that day? I don't even know.
I would probably still be at the park or cooking dinner for my family.
Oh god, that made my stomach hurt just thinking about that, and I don't even know why.
He's changed my life so much, for the better and for the worse. And he's accepted and loved me with open arms the whole way through.
Even when I hated him, he was there with open arms, ready to shower me with all of this love. This love I haven't felt in such a long time. This love that my family didn't even show me.
They tried. But they never could. They could never really appreciate me, and that's what I need. I don't want to be that person, but I did a lot for my family, and I rarely got thank yous.
And here I am. Being a housewife for some kingpin mafia boss. The guy who ruined my fucking life and somehow appreciated me more than anyone in my life has ever had.
Even if I feel out of place.
He's there in the honest, mean, nice, and everything way that I love, and I can't get enough of it.
I felt his hand squeeze my thigh, and he looked up at me with a smile.
A warm smile that I just wanted to get a big hug from.
I should hate him. Hate him for everything that he has done. Everything that no matter how much money he throws at me can't be fixed.
But here I am, smiling at him like an idiot and eating dinner with his family.
He's this missing piece that I didn't even know I was missing my whole life, and I guess that's what love is.
I don't really know.
And I don't think I will ever know.
But I do know that I am happy.
And no matter what happens.
If we are happy, sad, fighting, fucking, or whatever.
I will always be his fiancé.
Fake or not.
I will always be his fill-in whore.
His fill-in housewife.
His fill-in lover.
His scapegoat.
His waste of space.
His daughter's fill-in mother.
Whatever happens, I will be his.
Yeah. I like that.
"Baby."
I raised my eyebrow at Dom. "Sandro asked you something."
"Sorry, can you repeat it?"
"So my brother didn't find you playing on the playground?"
Oh my god!
I quickly started shaking my head. "No, no, I was doing some knitting, and he…he found me, and I am glad he did." Really glad he did.
"That's gross," I heard a voice blurt out, and it was Min.
"Who knew Dominic was so much of a hopeless romantic? You didn't even treat Lova this well, and she was the mother of your child," Sandro's fiancé said, laughing.
Oh.
She continued. "Who knows, Ryder might be pregnant too, and that's why you are treating him so well."
Oh!
"Uh, I am a man?" I don't know why I have to say that.
"I know, I know. I am just saying. Once you give birth to your metaphorical baby, he's going to kick you to the side just like he did with Lova."
Now, why would you ever say that?
I'm actually at a loss for words.
"That's why you and Sandro broke up," Dominic blurted out, and the whole table quickly turned on him, telling him to be quiet and not mention it.
Touchy subject?
I looked over at Dominic: his face was a little flushed, and he tightened his grip on my thigh.
Was he wine drunk?
I smiled.
That's really funny.
I just keep learning more and more about him every day.
"Baby, apologize," I said.
"Sorry," he blurted out. "That was a low blow."
I know he didn't mean the apology, but at least he could keep the peace in his family until we left.
"You got him to apologize?"
I looked at Jules. "Yeah? He's a grown man; why is that surprising?"
No answer.
Okay then.
I sipped on my wine more and then poured myself another glass as I continued to eat his mother's delicious food.
"You are my firstborn; you have to marry an Italian girl," his dad said.
What does that have to do with anything?
The conversation was now focused on Dominic's dad, and I could tell he had been holding that in for a while.
"Aren't you a firstborn?"
His dad nodded.
"But you married some Korean girl in your class who you thought was flirting with you, and now you have 5 kids, so I don't want to hear anything," Dominic blurted out again.
Oh my god.
We are never getting invited back.
The whole table started laughing besides his dad, and then everyone's conversations continued.
After WAY TOO MUCH wine and finishing dinner, I was now helping Dominic's mom wash dishes.
"You cooked, it would be the nice thing to do to help with dishes," I said as I washed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.
The whole family was in the living room talking when his mom started making bowls of ice cream for everyone.
"Where did you grow up, Ryder?"
"Oh, uh, not even 10 minutes away from Dominic, with my parents and my two siblings. And I am the oldest, so I have been babysitting since the two of them were born."
She nodded as I continued washing the dishes and sneaking wine out of Dominic's glass because he didn't finish the last of it.
"What drew you to Dominic?"
Okay, it is question time apparently.
"I don't know; I like his honest personality and the fact that he is so caring."
"Caring?"
I nodded.
"Well, if you like my son and my son likes you, then I like you," his mom said, and I smiled.
"Thank you and thank you for your cooking; it was amazing."
She smiled. "Do you cook for Dominic? I know he's not that good."
"Yes, I try to make home-cooked meals for him, Leo, and Isabella daily."
Her smile grew, but she didn't say anything.
After that, I finished Dominic's glass of wine and then the dishes, and I shut the dishwasher.
His mom handed me as many bowls of ice as I could carry, and she grabbed the rest. "Gio loves this flavor, so I always get it for all of us."
Oh, to be in love that long.
We walked to the living room and started handing out ice cream. Then I sat down next to Dom with his and mine, and his hand immediately wrapped about my waist.
"You need both hands to eat," I said as I started to eat the ice cream.
I quickly finished eating mine, and Dominic finished his as well. And his family continued to bicker as the two of us sat together, cuddled up.
"How have you been feeling today?"
"Pretty good, a little achy here and there, but otherwise pretty good."
"You want a massage?"
"Yeah, sure," I said, and I lay over his lap a little too quickly.
Then I felt his fingers start to work magic on my back.
Oh my god.
"How are your broken limbs?" I looked up at Luca, who asked me the question.
"Hurting as normal."
"Did Dominic do that?"
"Not necessarily," I said.
He nodded.
Oh my gosh, he looks so much like Dom, it is crazy.
I was starting to think he doesn't, but he so does.
I felt Dominic's cold fingers go on my lower back under my shirt, and it felt really, REALLY good.
"Hmm. I am surprised Dom found someone; he's so rough around the edges," Luca said.
"He is, but he's also…" My voice faltered as Dominic dug deeper into my upper back.
"Also?"
"Caring and honest, and I like that," I said with a half smile as my eyes tried not to roll to the back of my head.
Fuck.
He was trying to get something out of me because it felt so fucking great. Holy shit.
"Caring and Dominic in the same sentence, that's unheard of."
"Your mom said the same," I said as the caring man reached my shoulders in the massage he was giving me.
"Because Dominic isn't caring, at least when we grew up, he wasn't caring. I mean, he was bound to take over Dad's business, and he was a good brother, but he is just very…" his voice trailed off.
"Just very what?" Dominic spat.
"Just very you."
"What does that mean?"
"You just weren't very caring; you never have been; that's just kind of your personality," Luca said.
"Well, he is caring to me," I said with a smile.
"Well, I guess that's all that matters. You have to put up with him for the rest of your life." For some reason, forever doesn't sound that scary when it's with Dominic.
"Yeah, I'm glad it's him. I am getting ready to take care of him when he is old and even more wrinkly," I said, and Luca smiled.
"Glad it's you instead of me." And the two of us started to laugh.
After that, we continued to talk about little things as Dominic mumbled illegible things while massaging me.
"Dom said you were majoring in computer science or doing something like that?" I asked, and Luca nodded awkwardly.
"I want to do something with coding after college, so yeah, computer science."
"Oh, that's cool; you must be really smart then."
Dom interjected. "He's in one of the hardest computer science programs in the country."
My face widened. "Really?"
He nodded sheepishly.
"Dad's not happy about how much he has to pay, but I do like the school a lot," he said, and I nodded.
"That's really cool."
"Yeah," he nodded.
I watched as Dominic's mom walked in front of us. "Does Dom-ie give good massages?" I nodded to his mom with a smile as she came to take all of our bowls.
"He does, apparently. Do you need help with those?" I asked, and she shook her head.
"You continue to get your massages; Gio is helping me."
I nodded, and she walked off.
As she walked off, I felt Dom's hands go lower and lower as he was back where he started.
I leaned into his touch with a smile because it felt so fucking good.
Holy shit.
I felt him pull my boxers down just a bit, so my ass was peeking out a little bit.
"What are you doing?" I asked him without moving.
"Trying to get to your lower back, there are a lot of tension points there."
"Okay, masseur, do your work," I said, and he continued to go farther and farther.
God, this is bad. Why am I horny now?
This is so fucking bad. I hate myself for this, especially in front of his family.
I'm disappointed.
I closed my eyes and then opened them again.
Oh, Luca is still here!!
"Why'd you drop out of school?" He asked with a curious look on his face.
Oh.
"Uh, my dad makes good money, but not good enough to send my two siblings and me to college, so I dropped out. Also, my siblings are smarter than I am, and they'll go farther than me, so I'm not mad," I said with a small smile.
I hope they do.
"Weren't you top of your class?" Dominic asked, his voice different from what it had been at the dinner table.
I…I couldn't figure out what it was.
"You were?" Luca asked.
"Oh yeah, I was."
"And you have a lot of awards for essays as well."
"You do?"
I nodded sheepishly. I do not appreciate Dominic airing out all of my personal information that I didn't even tell him!
"So, it wasn't because your siblings are smarter than you?"
"I mean, they are."
"But you are selling yourself short. You are also smart."
"But they have more potential than me, end of conversation," I said.
I didn't want to be rude, but they are better.
Maybe not academically.
But they were better at sports.
They were better in Dad's eyes.
They could do no wrong, but I bore the brunt of his anger for so many years.
They were also better people.
They haven't done bad things like I have.
They could make friends.
They didn't have everyone hating them.
They were better.
They could DO better.
"Okay, okay," Luca said with his hands raised. "Well, the world is your oyster or whatever that saying is. Just because you didn't finish high school doesn't mean your life just ends. You don't have to be limited to what everyone tells you to. You could go back, get your diploma, and then go to college. Dom's got money, and I'm sure he'd be happy to spend it on you."
"Yep," Dominic said.
I nodded.
I know he would, and that's the problem.
I don't have enough to repay him for all that money.
I really don't.
"Are you guys spending the night?" Jules asked as she came over to sit in front of us on the floor.
I sat up and pulled my shirt down.
Then I cuddled up next to Dominic, who had his hands automatically on my waist.
"Yeah, we packed a bag because I can't do that drive right now," Dom said with a smile.
"Ryder, you can't drive?"
"I can."
Dom interjected. "Not legally."
Oh, so you are fake.
Jules started laughing.
"He doesn't want me driving his car, even though I have been driving since I was 15."
"Still with no license," Dom said, and I hit him lightly.
"So are you going to share a bed or do you want to sleep in the guest room and Dom in his room?"
"We are going to sleep together," I said, and Dominic nodded.
"Yes."
Jules smiled at both of us with a very perverted smile.
"Well, you guys have fun. I am very glad I'm on the other side of the house," she said, laughing, and Dominic kicked her with his leg.
"We aren't doing anything…Ryder's nurse said we have to wait until he can do more stuff on his own."
"And I don't want to force him," Dominic added.
The nurse said, "Wait for me to walk up the stairs by myself." And guess who's walking up the stairs by myself and in the mood for sex? Me!
"Well, the family's ears will be safe tonight," Jules said, and Dominic laughed dryly at her.
After a while, his family started going to their rooms one by one, and the two of us were left alone in the living room, cuddled up on the big-ass couch, now watching a movie I hadn't even realized was on.
He had his hand still on my hip, but was now playing with my boxer band.
God, his hands were huge.
I don't think I think about or appreciate them enough, but they were big and nice.
I turned to him. I don't know what movie it was, but Dominic was intently watching it.
"You are very handsome," I said, and he turned to me.
He squeezed my hip. "Thank you, doll, you are too."
I smiled back at him, and he didn't turn his attention back to the movie.
"Did my massage help, or are you still hurting?"
"The massage and the wine helped."
"Was that your first time drinking wine?"
I shook my head. "I am not a big drinker, but we used to have it with dinner a lot because my mom loves it, so I'm used to it, and it helps me calm down."
"Good, good," he said, patting my hip. His attention was still on me.
I smiled, leaned in, and pecked his lips.
"What was that?" he asked with his eyebrow raised.
"A kiss," I said and leaned my head on his shoulder, looking at the movie on the TV.
He kissed the side of my face. "You are too fucking cute."
God, I didn't even know you could fall in love with someone this quickly.
Dom turned his attention back to the TV. "I hate her; she's genuinely an insufferable main character."
"She seems fine so far."
"Well, she's not. She's just, ugh. Oh my god, I hate her," Dominic said, and I started to laugh.
"I haven't seen the movie, so I don't know."
"Well, I have. She has this guy, and he's great, he's rich and good-looking, he's nice to her, the whole package, and she picks the bum in the end," Dominic says and starts to shake his head aggressively.
Seeing him like this over a movie was very out of character, but it made me smile.
"I see," I said, and I felt his hands travel down my underwear, and now his hand was resting on my bare hip.
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked him.
"You are very warm."
Yeah, right.
I slid down and put my head on his lap.
"Is this more comfortable for you?" He asked, and I nodded as his hand was still in the same place.
After that, about 30 minutes had gone by, and a voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Are you guys still down here?"
I looked up, and it was Sandro's fiancée.
"Yeah, just watching the movie Mama put on," Dominic said.
His fiancée nodded. "Yeah, you guys look…comfy," she said while watching Dominic absolutely fondle me on their couch.
"Yep," I said, and finally actually paid attention to the movie.
"Can I sit with you guys?" Cockblock.
"Yeah, sure," Dominic said, and I sat up and went back to his side, cuddling him so she could sit down.
Okay, just sit next to Dom on the other side.
I looked over at her.
You are way too close for comfort, but okay.
Gonna give her the benefit of the doubt here, because she is my… sister-in-law? Wait, I don't know.
"What does Isa think of him?" She asked Dom like I wasn't sitting right here.
"She doesn't like it when you call her that."
"Sorry, Isabella, so formal. What does she think of him?"
"Of Ryder?"
"Yeah."
"She likes him and likes his food," Dominic said, giving her a half-ass answer.
"Is that it?"
Oh! I am going to give her the benefit of the doubt.
It's just the jealousy blowing this out of proportion.
I'm not jealous.
The benefit of the doubt.
Please.
"There are more things…"
She cut Dom off. "Like what?"
"Hes…"
She cut Dom off again. "A man? He can't be that good at cooking. He also looks nothing like Lova; he's young, too."
"Are you going to let me answer the question, or are you going to answer it?" Dominic asked, obviously irritated.
That's what you get, bitch.
Dominic looked over at me as I leaned into his touch.
He gave me this look I couldn't read, and pulled my shirt back.
Bruh, what?
"No need to get snappy; I was just saying what we are all thinking."
"Whose 'we all?' Uh, Isabella likes him because he treats her and me well; he is kind and caring, and he helps around the house. And he cooks very well, and actually, most of the time, it rivals Mamma's. He looks nothing like Lova, but he's really good-looking," Dominic said, skipping around the young part.
"Okay, okay," she said.
Girl, you asked.
Dominic turned to me and pecked my lips. "Baby, can you get me some water?" He asked, and I nodded.
I stood up and slowly walked to the kitchen using the couch.
Then, when I made it to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.
I slowly made my way back to the couch, and I handed it to him.
The mood was different now.
"Sit," He mumbled to me.
I'm sat, sir.
I sat down next to him, but he pushed me onto his lap.
I curled up on his lap, and he rested his hands on me.
Dominic kissed my neck. "Are you tired, baby?" he mumbled.
"No." He pinched my side.
"Are you tired, baby?" he asked again, this time more sternly.
Oh.
"Yes, Dominic." Holy fuck. Holy fuck.
"Well, if you will excuse us," Dominic said, and he stood me up in front of him and left Sandro's fiancée alone in the living room.
Dominic put me over his shoulder, and before I knew it, we were in another room.
He put me down. "She was getting on my nerves, and I didn't want you to hear me chewing her out," Dominic said, and I nodded.
"Holy fuck, I haven't been in here in such a long time," Dominic said, and I looked around.
It was a dark blue room with a bunch of trophies and giant photos of young Dom.
"Oh, sexy, how old were you in this?" I said, limping over to the giant picture.
"18."
"Holy shit, I would leave you for him."
"You would leave me for me?"
"Yes, look at how fucking hot you are in this," I said. A tear just ran down my leg.
He was in a basketball jersey, and it looked like a media day.
I felt his hands wrap around my waist. "Hey, I'm still hot."
"I'm not saying you aren't; I'm just saying you look very hot in this photo," I said.
He started to laugh as he kissed the side of my face.
"I am glad you find me attractive."
"I'd be dumb to not," I said, and then we waddled over to Dom's bed.
"This is the room I had when I was 18, all the way up until I moved out. When I was 18, I traded my bigger room with one of my siblings, so here she is," he said as we sat down on his bed.
"It's really nice, very mature."
"The blue paint was on a whim," he said.
"It's nice," I said as he got back up.
"Do you want to shower first, or do you want me to?" Dominic asked.
"I will; I'll be fast; I don't smell bad," I said, and Dominic nodded.
I pushed the bathroom door open, and Dom came in with the suitcase.
He put it on the counter and opened it.
He pulled out one of his shirts and my boxers and handed them to me. "Here you go, baby boy."
Baby boy.
I nodded. "Thank you," I said, and started to take off my clothes, putting them in a pile.
I finally get to my shirt, and before I take it all the way off, I turn around. "Out."
"I'm going, I'm going," he said, and he smiled.
He was checking me out.
That sick fuck.
I turned around to turn on the water and grabbed everything I needed for a shower. "Why are you still in here?" I snapped.
"What haven't you taken off your shirt?" Dominic asked.
"I am waiting for you to leave now so that I can shower," I said, putting my hair in a shower cap.
"What's that?"
"Shower cap," I said.
"Can you stand on your own without slipping?"
"I will call you if I can't; now go," I said, pushing him out and shutting the door.
I sighed, pulled off my shirt, and got in the shower.
The hot water feels really good, and thank God there's like a little built-in seat.
I sat down and started to clean myself.
I gulped.
I don't need his acceptance.
I don't. I don't need it to feel worthy.
I…I don't need him.
Oh god, now I'm crying.
Just like that.
Just because I'm seeing myself like this in the shower.
Trying not to get my limbs wet.
I don't need him.
"Dominic!"
If I don't need him, why did I call him?
Why do I need him to feel good about myself?
I don't understand.
"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, opened the shower curtain, and looked at me.
And for some reason, it didn't feel so bad.
"Can you get me a towel?" I asked, and he nodded.
I rinsed myself off and turned off the water.
He helped me out of the shower, and I put the towel around my waist.
"You smell good," he said.
"And you don't, now get in the shower."
After a few back and forths and Dominic's long ass shower, he came back out in boxers and wet hair.
"So," he muttered as he got in bed with me.
I put my knitting down. "So?" I asked, looking at him. "What's with the look?" I added.
"Nothing, just happy to be with you," he said and cuddled up next to me like I had been doing this whole day.
I patted his broad ass shoulders and kissed his head.
"Are you feeling clingy?" I asked.
He nodded. "Very."
"Baby voice clingy, I see," I said.
God, he is so fucking handsome.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"Don't lie, Dominic," I said.
"I want to have sex with you," he blurted out.
Oh!
"I guess that makes me selfish. Really fucking selfish, but holy shit, I have been holding it in, and I don't want to do that to you, but I just wanted to let you know what I'm feeling," he rambled.
"Oh."
"Yeah, I don't want to…."
I cut him off. "You're not making me uncomfortable; I'm just." Worried you are looking at me differently, because this is the heaviest I have ever been and the most insecure, too.
"I'm just. We are at your parents' house, and I don't want to…"
"It's fine; everyone is sleeping."
"Yeah, right, it's like 11 pm."
"Well, my parents are sleeping," Dominic said.
"You have 4 siblings, Dominic; use your brain," I said, and he kissed me.
"I am, and it's telling me that I want to have sex with you."
He kissed me again. "Please, baby," he whined.
I rolled my eyes. "Go easy on me, I'm still healing," I mumbled, and he smiled.
After all that, I just caved so easily.
"I will," He said, and I sadly knew that was a lie.
After 10 minutes of locking doors and windows, Dominic was now back, and this time with no boxers on and a bottle of lotion.
"Lovely," I said, and he sat down on the bed in front of me.
I took off my clothes one by one and then stared at him.
"Aren't you a doll?" He asked as he started to jerk himself off.
"You're going to hell."
"For what?"
I pushed him. "Don't compliment me and then start touching yourself."
He started laughing. "You make me hard, and I don't want to have sex with a limp dick."
"Sweet talker."
"Only for you, baby," he said and kissed me.
I rolled my eyes and pushed him back, but he kissed me again.
"Back up so you can actually fit in," I said, pointing at him.
He slumped back, still jerking himself off, and nodded as I put lotion on my fingers.
I put my legs up, being mindful of my broken arm and broken leg. Then I slipped one finger in, and I felt myself slump back against his bed frame and let out a moan.
"I feel…feel more sensitive than normal," I said as my finger went in and out.
"Is that a side effect of the drugs?" Dominic asked, and I took my glasses off and closed my eyes.
"Probably."
I slipped another finger in as I arched my back.
Oh, fuck. In and out. In and…holy fuck.
I opened my eyes.
"What are you doing?" I asked a blurry Dominic, who looked at me with a perverted smile.
His dick was completely hard, and he was kissing the side of my face.
"Trying to get my dick sucked," he said, raising his eyebrow.
"In your fucking dreams, back up," I said as I added another finger and kicked him lightly.
"Cock block," he said, and started to kiss my fucking neck.
Full circle.
"Don't call me that."
"Well, you are being one."
"Just because I won't suck your dick? Fine then, no sex since I'm a cock block," I said and pulled my fingers out.
Dominic rolled his eyes. "Baby boy, don't be like that."
I looked at him with an irritated look. "You just called me a cock block."
"I didn't mean it, baby, I didn't mean it."
"Why did you say it then if you didn't mean it?"
"I said it in the heat of the moment, I just want a blowjob, and if you don't want to give me one, that's fine; I didn't mean to call you a cock block," Dominic explained.
I couldn't even recognize myself with all this crazy shit.
"If you want one, then go get it somewhere else."
I felt venom.
I felt anger.
I felt feelings I didn't even recognize.
Dominic sighed, pulled me onto his lap, and hugged me.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled.
He kissed my face all over and then my lips.
"You are not a cock block, I'm sorry," he said, and I sighed. "Stop pouting and let's continue, okay?"
I could feel his dick against mine.
I pulled off of him against my better judgment and sat down in front of him, continuing to finger myself.
"Baby, stop pouting."
"I'm not, I'm…I'm focusing," I mumbled, and he started laughing.
I felt myself slump back as my fingers got deeper and deeper.
Fuck, I feel like I am about to cum.
"Oh fuck," I felt myself mumble.
"Are you about to cum?"
I opened my eyes and nodded.
"Okay," Dominic mumbled.
I pull my fingers out.
"Okay, now be quiet," Dominic said.
I looked down. Nah, because why was his dick so goddamn big?
I looked back at him. "Did you wear a condom last time?"
"Uh, no, I didn't have any."
"Do you have any now?"
"No. But I'm clean if that's what you are worried about," Dominic said.
I sighed. "Okay."
"Good, now shh, just calm down, and it won't hurt," he said, and he got in front of me.
He laid me down so I was flat on my back and in this very vulgar position.
"You look so hot like this," he mumbled and started to kiss my chest.
I felt my back arch and little moans start to leave my mouth. "Fuck," I mumbled.
I felt his fingers start to slip in, and I felt myself immediately tense.
He pulled away from my chest and started to kiss the side of my face. "Calm down; you are okay."
"I know, I know," I mumbled slowly.
"Good," he said, and I felt his fingers slip out.
I watched as he started to jerk his dick and slap it against my hole.
I felt my legs instinctively clamp shut.
"Damn, baby, you okay? I haven't even gone in yet," he laughed.
"Yeah, I am," I said, and slowly put my legs back open.
I opened my eyes, and he was squinting at me weirdly.
"Whatever." He mumbled, and I watched as he slowly pressed himself in.
I immediately tensed up.
"Do not shut your fucking legs again." Yes, sir.
"Fuck," he mumbled, pushing down on my stomach.
Holy shit.
Holy fuck.
"Dominic!"
His eyes went wide. "Shush, holy shit," he said and covered my mouth.
"It hurts, bitch," I said, biting his hand.
"I know, but it will feel good," he said and continued to go deeper. "And you're so fucking tight, baby."
Oh god. Oh god.
I feel like I'm about to explode, but it feels so fucking good.
God, all that goddamn wine and the drugs aren't mixing well together.
I'm feeling everything with my mouth hanging open like a dog.
"Dominic, fuck, fuck," I mumbled.
"I'm almost there, baby; you are okay," he said.
"Dude, why do I feel like I'm dying?"
"Dude? Don't dude me; I'm your fiancé," Dominic said as he started to laugh.
God, I could feel the vibrations of his laughter after he pushed completely into me.
"Oh shit."
"Shush, baby," he said slowly as his hips started to thrust into me.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
"Dominic!" I felt myself yell.
"Shhh, baby, you are okay."
I covered my face with my hands as my chest rose and fell.
Holy fuck.
"Why does this feel…" my voice.
I.
"I… I don't remember this ever feeling… this good." My voice went raw in my throat again.
Never, ever…It's bad to compare, but never.
No matter how many there were.
It never… never felt like this.
Felt like Dominic.
He kissed my nose. "Me too."
His thrust got faster, and I felt myself start to moan louder.
Dominic smiled, and he put one of his hands over my mouth.
"I don't love how loud you are being, though. If we were home alone, this wouldn't be a problem. But especially because we are at my parents' house. I need you to be quiet, honey. Stop screaming like I am taking your virginity, the walls are so thin," he mumbled in my ear, and even though he was telling me to shut my stupid ass up, it just felt…felt so hot.
Oh my god.
He let go of my face and used that hand to put my hands above my head, being careful of my arm, and started to press down on my stomach with the other one, making me go even crazier.
"Fuck, Dominic." He knew my weak spots.
Oh god.
I tried to kick him. "Dominic."
He was pushing me to my limits, but also wanted me to be quiet.
Fuck him.
Fuck.
He stayed firm and just smirked at me, with that sexy fucking smirk.
"Dominic, it hurts… it."
Those eyes.
God, those eyes, why are they looking at me like that?
"Hey, you said yes. Say the word, and I will stop, but until then, saying it hurts isn't going to stop me."
WHO IS THIS HONEY?
Hello?
I felt my mouth drop open as all I could do was stare at the FREAK in front of me.
He continued to look down at me, and little moans left my mouth.
Holy fuck.
Oh my.
"What…what the fuck was in that wine because, oh god, oh my god?" I asked, and he started to laugh with a smile.
What a sexy man!
He let go of me and held onto the headboard and started to thrust into me like there was no tomorrow.
"Fuck, holy fuck." I felt myself actually start to go crazy.
Oh god.
I am feeling all fucking tingly, and also like I'm going to pass out, but it's a good kind of pass out.
Oh.
"You…you are glistening," I said as I felt myself start to laugh.
He is sweating so badly right now. "I know; I am not used to all this physical activity."
"Good."
"What do you mean, good?" Dominic asked, laughing.
"I don't know, you just look hot when you are sweating."
Dominic gave me this weird look and raised his eyebrow.
"Okay, bruh, go to hell."
He started to laugh again, but this time louder as I shushed him.
Now he was the one being loud.
He continued to thrust into me, his pace getting more and more sloppy.
Oh god.
It feels good, and then it doesn't.
It just hurts so bad.
He gave me another one of his sexy-ass smiles, "You doing okay, Mommy?"
I'm melting, bitch.
I gave him the middle finger as he started to laugh.
Oh god.
I'm about to.
Fuck.
I pushed on his chest, pushed as hard as I could, so he would slow the fuck down.
"Go…go slower." I was out of breath and starting to feel fucking exhausted. "I…I'm going to cum."
He smirked again, and his pace stayed the same.
Oh Lord, have mercy on me.
No matter how hard I pushed him, he didn't slow down.
He just kept thrusting over and over.
Until.
Oh, fuck.
Oh god.
Oh.
And just like that, I felt myself cum.
I lay my head back as my breathing started to slow down.
Then Dom FINALLY slowed down too.
"Do you want to stop, Mommy?"
He is taunting me at this point.
Fuckwad.
"Bitch, you haven't even cum yet."
He gave me this nonchalant shrug. "That's fine, as long as you are happy, my love."
I rolled my eyes. "Put me on my side; I want you to cum."
I felt his dick twitch as he pulled out of me.
"Was that supposed to be sexy?" He asked, his eyebrow raised, as he went to get more lotion.
I sat my ass up. "Fine, bitch, don't cum then."
He laughed and once again gave me that SEXY smile. "I am playing mommy. It was very sexy. You are VERY sexy."
I watched as he got back on the bed, jerked his dick, and put more lotion on it.
He flipped me over on my side with one hand, so I had one leg on top of the other.
"The fact you did that so easily with one hand makes me…" I felt him enter me again, and I felt myself instantly cover my mouth as my eyes rolled back.
"How did you get so fucking tight?" he asked as he cleaned me off with a stray piece of clothing.
He grabbed one of my legs and pulled me towards him.
"I don't know skill?" I said, and I watched as he rolled his eyes.
Mood change, hello.
That wasn't even a playful eye roll, or at least it didn't feel like it.
"Probably with all of those rich guys, right?" he asked as his thrust got harder.
Oh?
I gave him a small smile as I slowly blinked at him.
This is so toxic.
So damn toxic, but jealousy is so hot.
HIS jealousy is so damn hot.
I smiled. "You are just another one in the bag, I guess."
I love feeding into his jealousy; it was so fun.
"Stop trying to get under my skin," he said, holding me harder as his breathing got heavier and heavier.
"Stop being jealous then."
"I'm not jealous," he said, and I watched as he licked his teeth with this freaky look on his face.
"Yeah, fucking right, listen to yourself," I said.
He smiled. "I can't help it."
"So you admitted it?"
"Admitting it right now." He said and closed his eyes. "When I think about what they…they did to you, it just pisses me off, you know? Pisses me all the fuck off. I wanted to be your first… I want to be your everything. Does that make me pathetic? A sad, selfish, pathetic piece of shit, huh?"
His voice went raw as he opened back up those sexy eyes. "Every time I see you…you naked. You and that body. It reminds me of what they did to your body, your precious fucking body, and it makes me rage. It makes my mind race. And I never, never want you to go back to that, never have to FEEL like you NEED to go back to it."
His slow thrust continued as he talked. "Even…even…and I'm hoping this never happens… even if one day we aren't together, I don't want you ever to go back to that. NEVER. I'll…I'll send you money every month for you and your family. I want you always to be safe, even if we aren't together anymore. My priority will always be my daughter and you. I don't care what happens, but I know right now I want you always to be safe."
No, because why am I crying?
"Oh, doll."
"You're cringe," I said, trying to find something to wipe my tears with.
Dom's pillowcase will have to work.
He kissed my face.
"I didn't mean to be; I just want you to know that I really do care about you, beyond the fake ring, and I do want you to be set up for life," he said with these soft eyes.
Being even more cringe.
"Fuck, now my glasses are all dirty," I said, and he took them off my face to wipe them.
"I'm close, so after we can clean ourselves off," he said, and just like the sappy him was gone because his thrusting picked up and got faster and faster.
Aw, my heart.
My heart can't take this.
It can't take this.
This feeling I'm not used to.
This feeling of love.
He grabbed onto my waist and pinned me to the bed, going faster and faster.
"You're sexy. You're so fucking sexy. I just want to…" His voice was hoarse. He was losing steam; I could tell.
"I want to…"
Before I knew I felt this feeling, I was so familiar with it, but not at the same time.
It felt… felt icky, like it did all those times.
But it was him.
It was my Dominic.
So I guess it made it okay.
"Baby, we just finished; you can't sleep yet." Holy fuck, I hadn't even noticed myself dozing off.
"Come on, let's go take a bath together, and then we can go to bed, okay?"
"Okay," sexy man, anything for you.