God, look at that fine man. I sighed. He's growing on me so much.
I feel a little weird about last night, but I can't stop thinking about him and what happened.
I can't even look at him the same now. And every time I do look at him, I feel butterflies in my stomach, or my heart does backflips.
I don't understand.
I have never felt like this about anyone before.
I mean…I like guys. I always, but…he's an old man for crying out loud
But still. I…I don't know.
God, my heart is fucking racing.
I turned my attention to Dominic, who was driving, and asked. "Where are we going?"
"The grocery store, because my men are incompetent when it comes to following shopping lists, orders to go to the tailor, and with that the dry cleaners, and one other thing," he said, looking forward.
"And that is?"
He didn't answer.
Okay, weirdo.
He stopped at a red light, and the store was in view.
He looked over at me with a weird look.
"Yes?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
He stroked my face. "Aren't you a doll? So precious, so cute, and so handsome," he whispered.
What in the world?
He leaned over again. "I wanna fuck you." I felt myself jolt back.
"You okay?" Dominic asked. His eyes were still on the road and his hands still on the steering wheel. AHHH WHAT THE FUCK?
"Uh, yeah," I said, and he pulled into the store's parking lot.
I have been thinking about everything he said that night.
I think I feel this way because I'm not used to attention like this.
I gulped.
I would react like this to anyone.
It's not just him; if anyone did this, I would act this way.
He's not special…that's what I am going to tell myself.
He opened the door for me, helped me out of the car, and handed me the crutches.
He put his hand on the small of my back. "If you are having a hard time using them, I can help, I'm here to help and serve you," he said, and then took his hand off my back and locked the car door.
My heart skipped a beat.
Deep breaths.
Use the crutches, use the crutches.
I followed him.
I felt embarrassed.
The help and serve comment made me embarrassed.
He made me embarrassed, shy, and weird.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
"You wanna sit in the cart?" Dominic asked, turning back to look at me with the cart in his hands.
Tempting, very tempting. Especially because the store was pretty big.
"Yes," I sighed, and he nodded.
He helped me into the cart and put my crutches on the bottom. I had my legs on the rim of the cart and sat in it.
Dominic pushed the cart with ease as he handed me the list.
"First up, water, we need a lot of water because my weird men don't like to drink out of the fridge filter," Dom said as we made our way into the aisle with water, juice, and soda.
He stopped moving the cart, and I saw him come around and grab jugs of water.
He looked at me, then at my legs, and then back at me.
He smiled and put the jugs on the side of me.
What was that?
He continued to push the cart, going up and down each aisle, and grabbed whatever stuff we needed.
And then by almost the end of the list, I was holding stuff as we argued.
"If you don't put this up there," I said, trying to hand him the SIX FUCKING PACKETS OF LUNCH MEAT. WHO THE FUCK NEEDS SIX PACKETS OF LUNCH MEAT?
"Just hold it," he said, continuing to put stuff in the cart around me.
"I'm going to..." My statement was cut off by THIS BITCH walking away.
I turned around and put the lunch meat in the upper part of the car.
Fucking weirdo.
Now, I'm sitting in a shopping cart alone in a random aisle in a grocery store I have never heard of.
"You really are a doll." Dominic? No. That's not his voice.
"Hola, beautiful," The guy who fucking shot me said.
Hola? Jumpscare.
I raised my eyebrow at him.
He put his hands on the cart as he eyed me up and down.
"Where's he at? I know he wouldn't go far from his boy."
"Who's his boy?"
"You, of course," he said, then he looked at my face, my legs, and back up.
I blinked. Man fuck you. I don't need a man.
"Uh, what?" I asked.
He looked back down at my legs.
"You're lucky I'm going for Leo," he said.
What does that mean?
"Huh?"
"You have gorgeous legs and a very handsome face. You are very good..."
"Why are you stalking us?"
He looked taken aback.
"What? Don't look at me like that. You're the weirdo," I spat at him. The weirdo who SHOT ME.
He reached for me, and then I watched as he was pushed back.
I turned to see who it was…oh, the man of my dreams.
He started whispering aggressively at Matteo, and I couldn't hear anything.
Oh fuck.
I watched as the world around me wrapped back to his bedroom.
Stop, brain, stop. Please.
"Why are you so insecure? Huh? No matter what you do or what you say, you will still be gorgeous, so fucking sexy," he said.
Wait, wait. My brain is remembering things differently.
He's drunk.
The lines are different.
My brain is fogging.
His hand was on my chin as he looked at me with hazy eyes.
"Why don't you call me robo daddy anymore? Or daddy-o? Or anything? Please, baby, you know I want you to call me those things. I want you. Call me Daddy, baby doll, please call me Daddy. I just want you to call me Daddy."
Dominic turned around and looked at me.
"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him. I am going to be honest," Dominic said.
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with my brain either. I am going to be honest.
I'm back in the real world again.
My brain. Please. Please. I beg. Please stop brain.
Now I'm horny and sitting here in the cart with my broken limbs.
Dominic stood there, and he looked pissed off.
He turned to me, and his expression softened. He still looked pissed off, but he smiled at me.
He got behind me and started pushing the cart again.
"Sorry about him. He just doesn't know when to fucking quit," Dominic mumbled, repeating what he said earlier as he pushed the cart towards the checkout.
"It's fine."
"It's really not, and I'm sorry I dragged you into all of this," he said, getting in line.
"I said it's fine. I am a really big fan of freeloading and you paying for my medical bills, so," I said, leaning back and smiling up at him.
He flashed me a smile.
"I'm okay with that." Good, you should be.
Dominic started putting stuff on the conveyor belt, being careful of my leg.
"Good afternoon," the clerk said.
"Good afternoon," Dominic said back.
"You wanna help me?" He asked me
"Fuck no," I said, and Dom laughed.
I then watched as the store clerk looked at me.
She had long brown hair, was pretty good-looking, and looked to be in her 30s.
"I forgot to ask you, do you want snacks or anything?" Dominic asked.
"Yes, please. I did not know that was an option."
"Okay, doll, what do you want?"
"Get me goldfish and like bread and jelly," I said.
"That's so random," Dom said.
"Hurry up bitch," I said.
"I'm going, I'm going," he said, and I watched as he walked behind me and went out of sight.
As he should.
I put the rest of the stuff on the conveyor belt, not getting out of the cart.
I looked up, and the lady was death-starring me as she scanned stuff. Look, it's not my fault I'm in the cart doing all of this.
"How will you be paying?"
I smiled at her.
I love spewing heinous lies that affect everyone around me.
"Oh, my husband's going to pay," I said.
She continued to death stare at me.
"If he's your husband, you shouldn't treat him like that."
"Treat him like what?"
"Like how you did. Telling him to hurry up bitch, and saying fuck no. You are very rude. I'm surprised he's with someone with such a nasty mouth," she said. This bitch.
"He's very handsome, too. Why is he with your nasty ass?" she asked, adding insult to injury.
I raised my eyebrows at her.
I mean, she was right, but you also can't make that heinous of an assumption about someone based on like 3 words. That's not really how people work.
"Girl, you work at a grocery store, calm down," I said.
Not trying to make fun of wage workers, just her. And I am in no place to make fun of them either, because I don't even have a job.
I could see rage behind her eyes.
"You have a nasty fucking mouth, and you are fucking..." Her voice went quiet.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it.
"Continue, don't let me stop you," Dom said.
"Your total will be 381 dollars and 68 cents," she said. The nasty attitude she was giving me was gone.
Bitch. If you wouldn't say it in front of Dominic, why say it to me?
He grabbed his card, and he tapped it.
He put in his number and then slid it back into his wallet.
"Here is your receipt."
"Can you bag our groceries, please?" Dom asked.
Damn, he sounded pissed.
"Yes," She said sheepishly as she went over to bag our things.
"What happened?"
I pulled him down by his tie.
"She said I was rude and nasty and said I shouldn't be talking to my husband like that," I said in a mocking tone of voice, and then I let go of his tie and pushed him back up.
Tell me why his face is completely red right now.
He fixed his tie and sighed.
He was very much into that.
"She's uh, right. Yeah, certainly," he said, as his mind looked like it was racing.
It was really funny.
Dom grabbed the bags one by one and put them on me.
I smiled at him as my eyes lingered down his body and…is he hard?
He walked back and forth to get stuff into the cart.
No fucking way.
"Have a nice day," the lady said.
Dom didn't say anything and pushed the cart out.
Then we made our way to the car, and he put everything in the trunk.
He grabbed my crutches and pushed the cart pack.
He picked me up out of the cart and walked back to the car.
He slumped me down in the seat.
"Doesn't make you any less sexy," he said. HUH?
"You are really sexy, so sexy, no matter what you do or what you say, you just make me want to kiss you," he said.
He leaned closer and closer. He had that warm look in his eyes, and he looked…happy.
Oh god. Oh god.
"Do you want to come with me or what?" The door was open, and we were in a different parking lot.
"Uh, sure," I said, and Dom pulled me out of the car and put me over his shoulder.
"It will be quick, so I don't think you need the crutches," he said.
He pushed open the door. "Buonasera, Dominic!" a voice rang.
"Good evening, Jeremy."
"Are you here to pick up or try on?"
"Both, I ordered a new suit, and I just wanted to try it on and pick it," he said.
We continued to walk, and then I got plopped down.
I now recognize that we were in a tailor's and now in a dressing room.
"You got it, boss." I looked at the door, and there was a suit hung up.
He pulled off his tie and folded it neatly next to me.
Is he stripping?
"Do you like the color? Isabella designed it..." he is definitely stripping.
He unbuttoned his blazer and put it down along with his tie.
I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt next.
"What?"
I blinked four times.
I was staring. I was staring at him.
"Nothing," I mumbled. No way he just caught me staring, fuck that's so awkward.
I mean, even for a 40-year-old man, he was pretty built and…good-looking.
I don't mean that last part.
Fuck I don't know.
Did I mean that?
This guy is so…wait.
Who even was this guy?
I have been living with him for less than a week now, and I have technically known him for about 11 days, but I still know nothing about him.
I'm going to look him up.
I feel like this is the first thing that I should have done.
Dominic Caruso.
38 years old.
Italian and Korean.
Ceo of Caruso Enterprises, philanthropist.
I looked up at him.
If he's just a CEO, why does he have so many OPPS? Like, no way business is that deep.
I looked back down at my phone.
He has his PhD in economics.
Caruso Enterprises: interests in real estate, luxury goods, and international trade.
That's, uh, I don't know. It seems normal, but I'm not sure.
La Notte Nera: high-end nightclub.
That's the one he went to this morning and came back blackout drunk.
The Bella Vita Foundation: a charity focused on supporting underprivileged communities with an emphasis on education and healthcare.
He's raised over 270 million dollars. Now what the hell?
"I didn't know you had a charity," I said, looking up at him. And he was in boxers.
I watched as he grabbed the pants of the suit.
"Oh yeah."
OH YEAH? WHAT KIND OF PERSON RESPONDS LIKE THAT?
"270 million is a lot."
"Yeah, I like to give back to the community," he said with a smile.
I feel myself letting my guard down again.
Maybe he was normal. He was just rich. Nothing weird about him. He's just a wealthy man with a good heart.
I nodded.
I swiped up, trying to close out of Google, but a new section appeared.
Controversies.
Despite his public image, there are rumors about Dominic's alleged connections to organized crime. Some speculate that his rise to power was facilitated by means of question, including intimidation, killings, and strategic alliances with known underworld figures, but no evidence has ever been brought to light.
I closed my phone.
It's not real.
It's just some speculation.
It's not real.
He's a normal guy.
He owns a company, and that's why he has all the men around him. And people like Matteo are just angry because of money.
He doesn't do organized crime.
It's just rumors.
I look back at him, and he is still putting on his pants.
"What? You wanna take my pants off me?" he teased, unbuttoning his pants as he put his hand next to my head.
"I still don't remember what else I had to do today." It was another damn dream. Why do I keep zoning out like that? Oh my god, please stop brain.
I shifted on the bench and put my legs up.
"I'm sorry, I'm not a mind reader," I said, and he laughed. "You are slow at getting ready," I added, laughing.
He finally put on his button-up and then his blazer.
"Hey, but was it worth the wait?" When I tell you purple was his color, I tell you purple is his color.
It was a deep purple with black trims, and it made him look good, especially with the black button-up.
"Uh, I think you should go without the blazer," I said, blinking.
He raised his eyebrow and handed the blazer to me.
I think for the first time in my life, not blinded by anything or any outside factors, I was physically attracted to someone.
This 38-year-old loaded guy who was paying my medical bills.
His dark eyes.
His black hair.
His body.
The shirt was a little too small, and whoever designed this needs a raise because it hugged every part of him so well.
"Are you okay? Is it ugly?"
"No, uh, I just like the button-up." I stood up, and he quickly started to go daddy-o on me.
"Let me help you, I don't want you to hurt yourself," he said and picked me up over his shoulder.
"The miss and I like the suit, Jeremy," he said, holding me over his shoulder as he walked to what looked like a counter.
"Ah, I'm glad, I'm glad," the guy said.
"Here's 300, my cards are in the car."
"This is too much."
"Please take it, you always make my suits perfect."
"Thank you, Dom."
"Anytime, now you have a nice day!" he said, turning around and waving him off.
And he was generous.
We got back in the car, and he drove off.
"I think you should only wear black button-ups because they make you look very good," I said, scrolling through my phone.
"Does it? I'll keep that in mind then," he said.
Good.
I genuinely don't know why, but seeing him in a black button-up. I just feel physically attracted to him.
I watched as Leo's contact filled my phone screen.
"Hello?"
I watched as Dom's eyes locked with mine in the mirror.
"Are you guys on your way back?"
"Uh, yeah, we just got out of the tailor," I said to Leo.
"Okay."
He went silent.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"For?"
"Dumping him on you like that, I completely forgot he was sleeping with you," Leo said, and I laughed.
"It's fine..."
He cut me off. "It's not."
"It is, I forgive you. It's really fine," I said.
"Who are you talking to?" Dom asked.
"Leo."
"Leo?"
"What?" Leo asked.
"I'm not talking to you," I snapped. "Yeah, I got his phone number just in case of emergencies."
Dom nodded.
"We are coming up to the school, then we can drop my siblings off," I said.
And when we got there, we did just that. We swapped cars and started to drive.
Isabella was in the front with Leo, Dom and I were in the captain seats of the car, and then my siblings were in the very back.
"You look good," Brandon said.
"Thank you."
"It's because he hasn't smoked today," Dominic said, and I kicked Dominic with my good leg.
"Watch your leg," he snapped at me.
Whatever bitch. I turned around to face my siblings. "How was your day?" I asked Eliza.
"It was fine, I'm just tired," Eliza mumbled.
"Everything okay?" I asked, and she nodded.
I'll ask her about it later.
"And how about you fuckwad?"
"I actually got my work done, but I'm so fucking hungry," Brandon mumbled.
Our conversations faded out as we pulled into the driveway. Leo parked, and then we all made our way inside the house, and I made my way to the kitchen.
"Hi mijo," my mom said, and she started aggressively kissing my face.
"Hi, Momma," I said, using the kitchen counter to stand.
"What do y'all want to eat?"
"Homemade pasta, we still haven't gotten it," Brandon said.
"Okay, let's see how many people. Me, you, Eliza, Dom, Leo, Isabella, Mom, and Dad. Damn, okay," I said, and Brandon started to jump next to me awkwardly.
"Hurry up," he said, handing me stuff. Why is he acting like this at his big age?
Anyway, I started to make the pasta, and Brandon was sitting next to me on the floor. This time, we had bodyguards so I wouldn't get shot, but I still felt very wary of my surroundings.
Dom was trying to help me as much as he could so I could stay off my feet, which was very nice of him.
"The water is boiling, and..." his phone started to ring.
"Give me one second, make sure you stay off your leg." He put the phone up to his ear, "Hello." His tone change lowkey gave me chills.
"Yeah," he said, and he smiled at me and walked out.
Who even is this guy?
I put the pasta through the machine and then hobbled over to put it in the boiling water.
We had one of those giant pots so we could cook all of the pasta at once.
I went back over to the other counter and started on the sauce.
My mom had already started with the tomatoes, and they had already boiled and were now sitting in a bowl of ice.
"Get off the floor."
I turned to where the voice was coming from, and suddenly my mood was ruined because it was my dad.
Brandon got up and shuffled out of the room as I cut tomatoes.
"Why are you back here?"
"Because it's my home too," I said.
"You don't pay bills, you don't do anything around here, this is not your home. Why aren't you with Dominic?" my dad asked.
Ouch, glad to see I'm welcomed here.
"So you were just going to leave Brandon and Eliza at school then?"
"I was going to..."
I cut him off. "When do they get out of school?"
Silence.
Exactly. And you wanna talk about doing stuff around here?
"Dom and I ran some errands and then came to drop them off, and the plan was to leave, but they wanted me to make them dinner, and I don't see you doing that, so," I snapped.
Don't be a bitch ass if you don't want to get snapped at.
He grabbed my working arm and pulled me closer to him.
I dropped the knife I was holding, and he looked at me.
"Don't fucking talk to me like that," my dad spat.
I'm just talking to you the same way you have always talked to me.
"I am just telling you what you asked," I smiled at him, and that really ticked him off.
Everything I do makes him mad; it's always been like that.
I think his not wanting kids contributed heavily to it.
Him not wanting kids. 2. Me being socially stunned 3. Me dropping out. 4. Me still living with him.
I can't do anything right in his eyes, and even if I were perfect, he would still hate me, because that's the kind of person my dad is. He is just full of hate.
"I told you to cut your attitude. I have been telling you that. Don't fucking talk to me like that," my dad said, and he was genuinely squeezing the life out of my arm.
"I..."
He interrupted me. "Shut up! If Dominic dumps you back here because of this nasty, unlovable fucking attitude, you are never welcome in my house again."
He let go of my arm and shoved me into the counter.
"EVER fucking again," he paused, and he looked at me, "You are no son of mine, you are useless and a piece of shit." And he shoved me again.
Fucking bitch. I felt the counter jab into my side, and my broken arm slammed into the counter.
"Doll you..." Dominic stopped, looked at my dad, then at me, then back at my dad.
"Yeah, I'm still here," he said, taking into his Airpods as he walked over to me.
I watched as he muted the call.
"Sir, if you will," he said, gesturing for my dad to get the fuck out.
My dad walked towards him, and Dominic mumbled something in his ear and patted his back with a smile.
"I hope we can agree about that, sir," he said, smiling, and then he unmuted his call.
"Okay, so can we meet about this tomorrow because we want to know what they are planning to do?" Dominic said, sounding stressed out.
"No, no, I'm not brushing you off," Dominic laughed, helping me onto the counter as he cut the rest of the tomatoes.
He muted the call. "Do you need anything else cut?"
"I can do it," I said, trying to get off the counter.
He didn't let me get down. "Do you need anything else cut?" he repeated.
"Onions and garlic, and then put them in the pot with olive oil, salt, sugar, and the tomatoes," I said, and he nodded and unmuted his call.
"Yes, I am still here. You were just talking a lot. I didn't know you wanted me to say something," he said.
"Yes, yes. The Miss is more important. Go eat dinner with her," he said.
"What?! That's actually insane. No, I did not kidnap him. Who told you that?"
He rolled his eyes as he put everything that he had cut into the pot.
"I am cutting things for him right now…No, he's not my fill-in wife," Dom said, and we made eye contact.
I felt embarrassed, and I don't know why.
It was probably the fill-in-wife comment.
"No, no. I'll kill him. Yes. Of course. Yes, okay. Bye. Bye. Stop talking to me. Bye, bye," Dom said, and I watched as the call finally ended.
"Sorry about that. Do you need help with anything else?"
"No, I am just waiting for the noodles to be done boiling," I said, and he smiled at me.
He helped me down off the counter, and I watched as Eliza came in and started to raid the fridge.
"Eliza, we are eating soon, get out of the fridge," I said, stopping her in the act.
She sighed and put whatever she had grabbed back in the fridge.
"You okay?"
She looked irritated with me. "Yes."
"Hey, I'm just asking," I said.
She looked at Dom and then back at me.
She shuffled over to me and hugged me.
I rubbed her back.
"Why do you have to live with him? I have no one to talk to now," she grumbled. Holy shit, she's taller than me.
"It's been like a couple of days, just call me. You and Brandon never even spoke to me when I was here. Why do you want to now?" I asked, and she pulled back, offended.
What? I'm right. "It's because you smell like cigarettes."
And now it's my fault.
"Fine. Fine. It's my fault, whatever, sorry I protected y'all. Should have died like Dad said." Hey, gaslighting is funny when you are joking.
I watched as her face dropped. Damn, someone can't take a joke. "Hey, hey. I'm joking. I'm sorry. Once I get better." I leaned closer to her so Dom couldn't hear. "And if he will let me leave. I will come back."
"Don't make empty promises."
"Fine, then come live with big daddy and me," I said, smiling at her.
Dom turned around, and I laughed.
"Like the rich guy from The Princess and the Frog?" Eliza asked, and her face lit up.
"Exactly," I said, and she was laughing and smiling again.
When she was happy, I was happy too.
I turned my attention to Dominic, who went to try the noodles in the pot.
"Do they taste ready?" I asked him, and he nodded.
"Can you help me strain them, big daddy?"
He closed his eyes and sighed. "Please don't call me that."
He started emptying the noodles into the strainer, which was thankfully already in the sink.
I turned back to Eliza.
"So what's up with you?"
"Just some stupid boy at school," she said and sat down on top of the counter.
"Go on," I said, grabbing plates down for everyone.
She helped me by grabbing utensils and bringing the plates to the table.
The two rooms are kind of connected, so I could still hear her even when she was in the dining room. "He's just so dumb. I hate him. Like he's cute, but he just doesn't know when to quit it."
"Quit what?" I asked as Dom put the spaghetti back in the pot. "Is this done?" he mouthed, and I nodded. Then he poured the sauce into the spaghetti.
"Just.." she stopped and started throwing up weird gang signs. "Like when he's by himself, he's tolerable and even funny at times, but when he's with his friends, it's like he hates me."
"Some people are like that, and I think that if you genuinely like him, then talk to him about it, but if you don't, then don't put yourself through that; it's not worth it," I explained to her as I watched Dom put seasoning in the pasta. My heart just fluttered.
"I can dish them..."
He cut me off. "I got it," he said and brought the things into the dining room.
"You are worth more than just some stupid boy, remember that. But it's up to you to make the decision, you can't have other people do it for you," I said, and she nodded.
"Thank you. I can't talk to Brandon about this because he's on the same team as him, and I don't need my snitch-ass brother telling him," Eliza said and she sat down at the table.
"Just call me when you need things," I said, and Dom came back in with the pot and put it down. Then he stood in front of me.
I felt myself shiver as he looked at me.
"What?"
He didn't say anything and continued to stare at me. He was looking at me like I was a piece of meat.
"Dominic?" I asked. We are not getting a repeat of last night. Nope.
"Boss, you see the message." I looked up at Leo, and Dom picked me up, turned around, and walked me over to the dining room table.
"Yeah, whatever," Dominic said.
He pulled out a chair and sat me down, and he and my mom started bringing out the dishes.
"How about you and Dominic?"
I turned to Eliza. "What?"
"How about you and Dominic?" she repeated. "Does he treat you poorly, and your heart still likes him?"
Girl I...I guess it's the opposite way around.
Oh.
"Well, I guess I treat him poorly, and his heart still likes me." Damn.
"You treat him poorly?"
"Yeah." Now she has me thinking about my life.
"Why?"
"Well, I guess I have always been like that. Overly defensive when it comes to people in general, and I'm just rude, I guess."
"You aren't rude."
"To Dominic, I am."
"Really? I don't think so. I think changing environments can be stressful, especially under your circumstances. You are very medicated, and your life has changed forever, so I think that can play a big factor in it…"
"Thank you so much for cooking for us, mijo," my mom said, ending my and Eliza's conversation.
"Anytime," I said, and everyone started to eat.
My dad was next to my mom and gave me a nasty look.
I looked over at the empty seat next to me.
"Where's Mr. Dominic?" my dad asked.
"Sorry, I had to take another call," Dominic said, and his sexy ass sat down next to me.
Look at him, oh my god.
He started eating, and with every bite he took, he gave me a look. Then he stopped chewing, and I felt a hand go on my leg. I looked over at Dominic, and then I looked back down at my leg.
There was a flashy ring sitting on my lap.
"What?" I mouthed.
"Put it on," he mouthed back.
I took the ring and slid it on my finger. Bright ass fucking ring.
What was he playing at?
"Since we are all here, there is something that Ryder and I want to tell you all." AH FUCK. THIS LITTLE BITCH.
Everyone looked up at us.
I actually just fell into my own trap. This is what I get for making those jokes. 'Oh, my husband.' 'Oh, my fiancé.' This is what I get.
"Uh, we have been thinking about it for the past week, and I think I have really found my soulmate, and I just want to tell you all that we are." He grabbed my hand, which now had the ring on it, and held it. "engaged."
Fake ass piece of shit.
Leo and Isabella snickered as they both continued to shovel pasta down their throats. They could tell right through our bullshit.
He put my hand down.
My parents face, bro, they look, well, my dad looks horrified, and my mom looks really happy.
Fuck me. I hate when my actions have consequences.
"I just wanted to tell you guys," Dom said, smiling from ear to ear.
Dominic looked at me.
"It happened last night, and I didn't know what a good time to tell you guys would be," I said, continuing to eat my food. My dreams of becoming an actor are finally being put to good use.
My dad was gob fucking smacked, and it made me feel kind of good. Just proving him wrong.
"Well, congratulations, mijo, we are so happy for you guys, even though you just met. If you think it's right, then we do as well. You know your father, and I got engaged quickly too," my mom said as she smiled.
Dominic squeezed my leg as I watched him try not to laugh.
Dinner went on as normal, except for the man fucking feeling me up under THE TABLE.
I kept picking his fingers off of me one by one, but each time he would put his hand back even harder.
"It's okay, mijo, you don't have to clean up, you guys just get home safely," my mom said, hugging me.
I hugged Brandon and Eliza.
"Text me if you guys need anything, and I will have Dom drive me here," I said with a smile.
And Eliza smiled at me. "Okay."
"What's with that look?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said.
Weirdo.
After Dominic and I had finally said our goodbyes, we sat down in the car.
"That's what you get! From the very start of you waking up, you were teasing me, so I finally got back at you," Dom said, and he pushed me gently.
"Yeah, whatever."