<b>Chapter </b><b>92</b>
Vanessa
My <b>father </b><b>is </b>supposed to return <b>tomorrow</b><b>, </b>at <b>least </b>that’s what I expected, but as I speak to him <b>over </b>the phone<b>, </b>I’m a lite dis
“You’re seriously noting back just yet<b>?</b>” <b>I </b><b>ask</b>, taking out my new heels from the box.
“<b>Not </b><b>yet</b><b>, </b>my child,” he says from the other end of the line. “I still have <i>a </i>lot to take care of. In fact, I’ll have to travel to a few counties as this is very important.”
<b>I </b>pout, trying on my heels for a second time <b>ever </b>since <b>I </b>bought them.
“I was really expecting you back here. Are you aware that today is theunch of the cologne?”
“Of course I do and I would’ve loved to be there<b>, </b>but at this point, I’m grabbing every opportunity I can when ites to my business.”
Taking out the earrings and holding them up to the light, I say, “I understand. We’ll talkter. I need to start getting ready now because I have so much to do.”
“Of course. Have a good evening.”
“Thanks, dad.”
<b>As </b>soon as the call ends, I shake my head, disappointed that he didn’t mention this to me earlier. I guess he knew I’d react this way.
I get in the shower, letting the water soak my hair and I slowly drop my head from left to right, thinking about Dominic. When will he be back? I sent him a message to find out and he said he was on his way but that was two hours ago. He should’ve been home by now.
Thest time <b>I </b>spoke to him on the phone was the other day, when he told me not to fuck Patrick. Everytime I think about it, I only find it ridiculous<b>.</b>
Though I still have so much to do before I’m ready, I still feel like we’re running out of time since there’s only three hours left and still no sign of him.
<b>I </b>step out of the shower in a robe, wrapping my hair in a towel for a few seconds before I realize there’s no need since I’ll be using the hair dryer. Just <b>as </b>I’m about to reach for it, he knocks on my door.
“I’m back. Can Ie in?” he asks from the other side of the door.
I look at myself, then over at the door, telling him toe in.
As soon as <b>I </b>see him, my heart breaks a little because of what he said to me, but I soon snap out of it when he speaks as he slowly approaches me.”
“Good, I’m d you’ve already showered. You usually take longer than I do.”
I scoff. “<b>No</b>, I don’t.”
“I’m going in for a quick shower as well and I’m certain I’ll still be ready before you.” He sounds so serious, just like his facial expression. “Just make sure you finish on time. We’ll be the main attraction. One more thing. You better look good this evening.”
“I will.”
Without paying much attention to me, he makes his way out of my bedroom and closes the door.
I <b>ce </b>a hand on my hip with a sigh, already feeling like he’s bing more distant with me, especially because we’ve barely spoken <b>ever </b>since the other <b>day</b>.
This <b>is </b>something I need toe to terms with. Yes, my feelings have changed when ites to him, but I already made the decision to stop that from bing anything more. The best thing I could think of was keeping my distance and expecting nothing from him. Besides<b>, </b>it’s still <b>less </b>than a month since he broke up with Carme.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I begin to get ready. I style my hair in loose waves with arge side part, letting my hair fall over my exposed shoulders<b>.</b>
I then put on my knee length body hugging dress and I can’t stop looking at myself in the mirror. It’s in champagne gold, something that matches the color theme of theunch.
Just as I apply my purple matte lipstick, Dominic knocks on my door again.
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<b>“</b>Are you <b>ready </b><b>yet</b>?” he <b>asks</b>.
<b>“</b>Uh… just give me <b>5 </b>minutes<b>,</b>” <b>I </b>say to him.
“This <b>is </b><b>exactly </b>what I was talking about.”
Even after he <b>says </b>that, I don’t hear his footsteps retreat.
“Are you still by the door?” I ask.
“What? Do you want me to leave without you?”
“No! Just wait there.”
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I finish up my lips, put on my heels<b>, </b>grab my purse, then look at myself onest time in the mirror. There’s only one thing left to do and I can’t do it myself.
In need of some help, I open the door and my jaw drops <i>at </i>how Dominic is in a champagne gold suit and he looks so seductive. It must be because of the button left undone at the top. It teases his corbone.
“Did you know that I <b>was </b>going to wear something like this?” he asks, looking at me with pleasant surprise.
“No, I didn’t. I was just following the theme. So, what do you think? Is this good enough for you?”
He looks at me from head to toe and I’m certain I see him bite his lip.
“You look…perfect,” he says quietly with a firm nod.
My heart flutters at thepliment and I smile a little, but I remind myself that this means nothing and my smile instantly fades.
“I know we should be leaving right now but I need your help with the diamond ne.”
“Fine, where is it?<b>”</b>
I lead the way back to the dressing mirror where I left the ne and he follows behind me. Right after I give it to him, I face the mirror.
<b>As </b>he gets closer right behind me, he moves my hair out of the way and that, along with his warm breath, sends shivers down my spine. I arch my back a little, dropping my head to the side and trying not to enjoy it, but how could I not when he’s so close? This is why I want him to be done with it quickly so he can get away from me.
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When I open my eyes<b>, </b>I stare at him right through the mirror and he’s so focused on sping the ne that he doesn’t even realize I’m watching him. He looks just as seductive as on the billboards I’ve seen around.
“It’s done,” he <b>says</b><b>, </b>dropping his hands from the back of
my neck.
“Thanks<b>.</b><b>”</b>
He only nods lightly <b>as </b>we lock eyes through the mirror.
<b>Just </b>as I’m about to move <b>away </b>so he’s not so close to me,
he <b>says</b><b>,</b>
“Wait.”
<b>“</b>What is it?” I look <b>over </b>my shoulder.
<b>“</b><b>Just </b>don’t move.<b>”</b>
He <bes </b><b>closer </b>again, fixing my hair in the <b>back </b>and that just makes me bite my lip. He even grabs a handful of my hair and all I can think about <b>is </b>how he pulled it when he was thrusting into me thest time he was on top of me.
“<b>I’ve </b><b>never </b>seen you with purple lipstick before,” he <b>says</b>, still holding onto my hair.
“I thought it fit the look for this evening,” <b>I </b>reply, watching him <b>as </b><b>we </b>continue <b>to </b>stand in front <b>of </b><b>the </b>mirror.
<b>“</b><b>It </b><b>perfectly </b><b>entuates </b><b>your </b>lips.”Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.
He finally drops his hands and I step to the side, trying not to smile <b>at </b>hispliment.
“We<b>… </b>should go,” <b>I </b><b>say </b>to him.
I <b>turn </b>around to lead the way out but <b>after </b>only taking <b>a </b><b>few </b><b>steps</b>, he <b>grabs </b>me by the <b>wrist </b>and <b>stops </b>me in my <b>tracks</b>, I look <b>up </b>at him and his nk expression makes it difficult to figure <b>out </b><b>what’s </b>going on with him.
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