He sighs, nodding his head.
"I promise, little viper. I'm okay," he says, walking us into the living room and over to the sofa, sitting down with me straddling his lap. "Are you okay? You seem worried."
"Of course I'm worried," I tell him, slapping at his chest. "I didn't know if you were going to be coming home or not."
He cocks a brow, and a lazy smile spreads across his face.
"Home?"
"What?"
"You said home…" His smile grows wider, and his fingers splay across my back as he pulls me against him. "That's the first time I've heard you call my apartment your home."
I scoff. "So what?"
Slipping his fingers beneath my top, he smooths his hands against my bare back, massaging circles along my spine.
"It just goes to show you're finally accepting your place here, with me, in this relationship. It's nice to know I'm not the only one who's falling for a person they wanted to despise."
My lips pull up into a smile, and I lower my head, allowing strands of my wavy hair to fall around my face, hopefully concealing the rosy cheeks I'm positive I'm currently sporting.
"I'll take that reaction as your admittance that I'm correct in thinking you're also falling for me, shall I?"
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I tell him, laughing when he digs his fingers into my back and laughs along with me.
"Is it really that hard for you to admit it?" he asks, running his nose along the slope of my neck.
"No. It's not. I just don't want to keep boosting your ego. I fear your head may explode if it gets any bigger."
He turns, tossing me onto the sofa and moving himself so he's hovering above me.
"All this teasing is doing something to me," he says, lowering his hips between mine until I feel the bulge of his hard dick pressing against me. "I guess I was wrong for thinking you only turned me on when we were angry at each other."
"Why are you acting as if I don't turn you on all the time, Dom?" I tease, lifting my hips and grinding myself against him.
He groans, dropping his head to my chest as I continue rubbing myself against him.
"As much as I desperately want for this to continue, I need a shower," he says, sighing as he kisses my chest through my top before peeling his body off mine.
I pout at him, and he chuckles.
"I'll be ten minutes, max. If you're ready and waiting for me in bed after, I'll be happy to resume," he says, winking before he walks away.
"Bastard!" I shout after him, huffing as I sit back up on the sofa.
As I'm about to follow after him, my phone vibrates on the table, Lenny's name flashing across the screen.
My heart leaps into my throat, and I snap my head around to check the stairs are empty before I scramble for the phone, answering it and pressing it to my ear.
"You backstabbing bitch!" he screams down the line as soon as the call connects. "I should've known I couldn't trust you. Watch your back, Alicia. You wanna fuck with me, then I'll fuck with you!"
He hangs up before I can even utter a word, and I sit there frozen, staring at the coffee table in front of me, phone still pressed to my ear, and my heart lodged in my throat.
Movement from the corner of my eye catches my attention, and I turn to see Jellybean padding towards me, head tilting from one side to the other.
I place my phone on the table and pick her up, cradling her against my chest.
"Seems like I'm on the devil's bad side now, baby girl," I mutter, lying down on the sofa with my arm wrapped around her small body, soaking up the comfort I feel from her presence as fear and regret swirl around inside me.
