“We got here two minutes ago, but you guys haven’t moved.”
Dom remains quiet during Patrick’s and my exchange.
“Oh, I hadn’t noticed.”
“Come on, I’m famished.” Patrick gets out of the car and swiftly walks in the direction of the restaurant.
My eyes drift back to the rearview mirror. Dom still watches me, as I knew he would be. Unexpectedly, he latches on to the nape of my neck and hauls me forward for a kiss that holds dark promises.
“I’m going to feed your cunt so much cum, it’ll seep through your fucking pores,” he whispers against my lips.
Dang it, I love/lust him.
I recline sideways in a comfy chair inside the solarium, reading the book Jackie loaned me, and absentmindedly twirl my hair. There wasn’t time to style my kinky locks, so a bushy ponytail had to suffice. After breakfast, Patrick drove back to my condo to pick up his car and went home. Dom took me to his mansion, and we made love—for the first time in his bedroom—into the early afternoon. We ate a late lunch of chicken salad sandwiches and mango on the terrace. Afterwards, Dom retired to his office to work, and I absconded here for solitude.
“What’s poppin’, girl?” Drew asks in his usual cheery voice.
I lay the book on my chest and crane my head towards the door. “Hi, just catching some R and R before the Monday morning rush.”
“I hear that.” He plops down in the chair opposite me. “Where’s my knuckleheaded brother?”
“Working.”
“On a Sunday!” Drew exclaims. “Gosh, he’s a douchebag for abandoning a beautiful woman for crap that could be done tomorrow.”
“We spent quality time together,” I say, smiling shyly.
“Oh, did you now.” He grins. “What’d you guys do?”
“Stop it, Drew.”
“Sorry for teasing you, but you’re an easy target.” He laughs.
I really like Drew. Probably because he’s the male version of Mia.
“Is Dom expecting you?”
“Nah, I had nothing better to do than come over and be a pain in his ass. It’ll be the highlight of my Sunday.”
I giggle. Yeah, he definitely has the Mia persona. “Must’ve been exciting in your household growing up.”
“You have no idea.”
“Your poor mother.”
“Nonsense. The never-ending battles kept her young, and the antipsychotics the doctor prescribed kept her sane.”
“I’m sure.”
“Hopeless romantic?” he asks, pointing to the book.
“Wuthering Heightsisn’t a romance… it’s a tragedy.”
“Heathcliff and Cathy were passionately in love. Anyway, all romances end in tragedy.”
“That’s an interesting concept. Care to explain?”
“Okay, here’s my perspective. One person has to die before the other, right? Eventually, an unforeseen obstacle will separate the couple, whether it be old age, an accident, illness, or something more sinister. It’s inevitable. For example, the movieTitanic. Jack chose death to ensure Rose’s survival. Also, there’sRomeo and Juliet. The most famous star-crossed lovers in history met their end tragically.”
