I kind of envisioned the penthouse from the 50 Shades movies with mods.
I walk down the staircase of my new home, the pads of my feet hitting against the cold marble floor as I make my way towards the kitchen. It has been a little over a week since I signed my life and soul away for 17 months.
It hasn’t been too bad so far, I only see Dominic in passing. Alister is showing Dominic how to take over the family business so late nights and early mornings are a thing. Sucks for him I guess. But it’s great for me, I don’t have to see his stupid face and it also means I can freely walk dressed as I pleased - pantless.
The time on the clock tells me it’s after 8 AM and my stomach rumbling tells me it’s time to eat. I open the fridge door, trying to find something to eat but coming up empty. It is not that the fridge is empty, quite the opposite actually. A notepad sits on the fridge and if I ever want anything I just write it down and a few days later it is in the house. But my problem is nothing looks good to me right now.
My fingers slide on the countertop as I walk across the kitchen, contemplating what to eat.
I open a cabinet and see fruit loops on the top shelf. Perfect. Nothing like pure sugar to wake you up in the morning.
I reach up, standing on my tiptoes, trying to grab the box from the top shelf, my fingers graze the box, and finally, my fingers wrap around it. Success.
I bring the box down off the shelf, “You should really wear pants,” a voice growls behind me scaring me causing me to jump slightly.
I turn around, the box still in my hands as I face a shirtless Dominic, showing every muscle, light chest hair, and a tattoo on his upper body, the lower half of his body hidden by the kitchen island.
I roll my eyes at him before opening the box, “first off, is this not my place too? I should be able to wear, or not wear, what I want.” I shove my hand into the box and grab a few pieces. “Secondly, it is after 8 AM you aren’t usually here.” I shove a few loops in my mouth and chew as I tilt my head and look into his grey eyes, keeping my eyes on his face and not towards his insanely toned body. Seriously, where does the dude find the time to go to the gym?
I get the allure that is Dominic Caldwell, he has that bad body vibe, muscles and tattoos, and a stare that if it could kill, would. I used to think Dominic was good looking and I guess in some ways I still think that. But Dominic is a player, at least he was before our unhappy engagement happened. He went through different women the way I go through underwear.
“Plus,” I add, “you are one to talk,” I say motioning towards his shirtless chest. How dare he even get mad at me for walking around dressed like this in what is now my home while he walks around like that. And then an idea comes to mind. I set the box of sugary goodness down on the counter behind me and then in one quick movement, I remove my oversized tee and stand in the kitchen in my matching light pink bralette and panties. I watch as Dominic’s gaze trails slowly down my body, his eyes growing darker as the seconds pass. “Now we’re both shirtless,” I say complacently as I grab the box of cereal off the counter and walk out of the kitchen, away from Dominic’s dark gaze.
“. . .and then I walked away,” I say with a shrug as I pop a grape in my mouth. As soon as Dominic left this morning I called my two best friends, Peyton and Noelle, and told them about what happened between Dominic and me this morning.
“He didn’t say anything? At all?” Payton asks.
“Nope, not a single thing. Just eyed me up and down.”
Noelle is cracking up, her laughter filling the earpiece on my cell phone. “You probably rendered him speechless Tess, you have a smoking hot body.”
I roll my eyes at her words. Noelle is tall and lanky, she could easily be a Victoria secret model. “Yeah I agree with Noelle, you know I’m envious of that ass,” Peyton says.
Peyton may not have much of an ass as me but I wish for her boob size. “He’s just.. such an ass. I mean who is he to tell me what I can wear in my own home? I mean it is my home for the next year.” I had shown up at Peyton’s house after signing the contract. She called Noelle and I told both of my best friends everything. The three of us have known each other since diapers and have always been inseparable. Did I break the contract by telling them? Yeah. But something like this isn’t something I can keep from them, they are my family.
“Come on Tessa, he’s a man, and you’re a woman, a very sexy looking woman, he obviously feels some sort of sexual attraction towards you. Plus he can’t have sex, remember?” Noelle says.
“Yeah, the poor dude probably has blue balls by now.” Peyton giggles.
“He has two perfectly good working hands. I don’t see the problem.” I shrug.
I can hear the eye roll through the phone as Noelle says, “You don’t see the problem because you’ve never had sex, you don’t know what you’re missing out on. The right dick can change your world, make you see stars.” I can imagine Noelle suggestively moving her eyebrows up and down.
I huff, “okay can we stop talking about my virginity now and talk about something else?”
“Sure,” Peyton says, “how’s the wedding planning?”
I groan as I thunk my forehead on the table, “y’all are killing me here.”
Peyton and Noelle laugh at me as I groan into the table.
________________________I wanted to explain Dominic's tattoo. It's a bunch of tiny night stars and a single Cresent moon that go from his chest to his shoulder and down his arm slightly on the left side.