Not today. I’m dead.
Bitch. *judging you*
Love you, too. *eye roll*
Whatever. Guess who had sex last night? Ha! Me.
Who was the unlucky prey now?
Unlucky prey? I’m offended. I’ll have you know I’m very good at it. *winks*
TMI.
He sucked though.
Maybe just stick to one.
Nope. Never. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Shaking my head at her reluctance to ever fall in love again, I didn't watch where I was going and bumped into a hard chest. I would have fallen down, had the strong arms not grabbed me and hugged me tight.
My eyes travelled up from my phone, to a muscled chest in a navy-blue shirt, to Dominic’s face, which was covered in blue Ray Ban shades as he grinned at me. “Krasavica.”
Blinking a few times in surprise, I blurted, “What does that mean?” Oh, my God, he showed up out of the blue when I looked like shit in my sweatpants, T-shirt, and a messy bun, and the only thing I cared to ask was the meaning of the word? Glancing behind his back, I noticed Dad’s car with Lorenzo holding the door for me, while another black car waited for Dominic, with Vitya in charge. He waved at me, and stupidly, I waved back.
“Beautiful.”
Huh?“Excuse me?”
“The translation of the word. It means beautiful.”
My cheeks heated as a blush spread over me. Despite the confusion, I felt my stomach flutter at the idea of him complimenting me like that. He was as freaking handsome as ever, with his hair loose over his shoulders. I barely restrained myself from tugging on it and bringing his mouth closer to mine to—
Earth to Rosa!
He grinned, and I quickly added, “I don’t need problems with my dad. Just leave.” A group of girls passed by us, giggling loudly as they scanned Dominic’s body, one of them winking cockily at him. Since his blank face gave no reaction to them, they went on their merry way with disappointed expressions. “Don’t hold back on my account,” I advised spitefully, and he raised his brow, right before satisfaction shone in his eyes.
Okay, my being exhausted equaled stupid things. Any second now, he would think—
“Jealous?”
Yeah, exactly that. “No, I don’t care.” Before he could say anything else, I repeated annoyingly, “Dom, just go. A fight with my dad is not on my agenda for tonight.”
Instead of doing what I asked, he extended his hand at me with a pink box wrapped in a red ribbon. “It’s for you.” He removed the heavy bag from my shoulder. “I handled stuff with your dad.”
Staring at him stupidly, I asked, “Handled what exactly?”
“He allowed me to woo you.”
“Woo me?” Again, an amused smile, and why wouldn't he be amused, considering I acted like a damn parrot!
“Date you, in other words.”
“I know what woo means. It’s just not in the hands of my dad to decide it,” I snapped. “So—”
He wrapped his arm around my waist, squishing me to his chest as he held my eyes with his intense stare. “One date, Rosa. Give me that, and if you are not interested, I’ll stop wooing you.”
As much as my body sang “Hallelujah” when he was close, like how my freaking nipples puckered against my bra, I wasn't so sure about this whole dating thing.
