Twenty-Seven| Confessions

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C𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 Twenty-Seven
Confessions!

Cℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 Twenty-SevenConfessions!

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VALENTINA LENT AGAINST THE MARBLE WALL, GLANCING OVER THE LIT UP COURTYARD. A champagne glass was in her hand, filled with soda, her red lipstick staining the rim. The young girl was desperate for fresh air after the tension during dinner. It was almost suffocating.

Zayn had a mission to rile up Dominic with jealously. Placing his hands all over Valentina, Dominic noticed, but was not jealous, instead irritated by his actions. Analysing Valentina, he clearly saw she was uncomfortable with his immature behaviour.

Luckily for her, she had time without him as he got a phone call that was an emergency. Placing a kiss on her hair, he told her to find her own way back before running off.

Valentina almost jumped hearing a voice speak up from behind her. Her fears only increased knowing exactly whose voice that was.

"One would think you were ignoring me, Όμορφη." Dominic chuckled.

Turning around, Valentina shrugged innocently, "Why would I do such a thing?"

"Possibly because you're still infatuated by my presence and you know you cannot control yourself when you're around me."

Valentina laughed quietly, "Bold assumptions, Dom."

"Back to nickname bases are we, Val?"

Sighing, the hazel eyed 'princess', took a step closer towards him. "Dominic, there's something we need to talk about."

The latter didn't even give her the chance to continue when panic set in, he brought his hand up to place softly on her face. Looking into her eyes, "Is everything well? You're not ill are you?"

She shook her head, her hands began to tremble slightly, "I'm scared, Dominic."

"Why, my love? Talk to me please. Is it Zayn? Is he hurting you — I should've never introduced him to you!" The older man voiced, mentally blaming himself.

"No! No it is not that." Taking a deep breath, she reached up removing Dominic's hand off her face to place on her stomach. "I'm pregnant. You're the father."

Shocked Dominic stubbled back slightly, a smile gradually breaking free on his face. Rushing forwards he wrapped Valentina into a hug spinning her round. Letting her back down in fear of hurting his child.

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