The Emancipation of a Fuckboy [BxB] √

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Valentine

Waking up to see Dominic curled up beside me was the reality that I was expecting, except it turned out to be a fantasy. The other side of the bed was cold and empty, which clearly meant Dominic had gone for several hours. I propped myself out of bed and quickly headed downstairs to check if Dominic had been down there cooking for breakfast or something. That's what I would do for him, wake up early and prepare for our breakfast together. Maybe he's doing what I should be doing. When I got to the kitchen, I found not a single soul, and even when I checked every single room that he could be in and yet there's still no sign of him. I went back to my room, thinking that Dominic could have woke up early and just went home. That's the only reason I could think of right now. I immediately checked my phone, hoping that he'd left me a message, but he didn't. I'm unwilling to feel it, but I felt terribly confused, and I have to give him the benefit of the doubt. I took a heavy sigh and then went on my day.

While I was driving to work, I just remembered what happened yesterday. It was a lot, but now that I finally got to rest, my head is definitely back to normal. I haven't had the chance to think if I should forgive my mom or not, but I'm sure once I'll get the chance to, I will truly deliberate about it.

I got stuck in the rush hour traffic by the time I hit the metro, and I just decided to call Dominic to check on him. His phone is ringing, but he's not picking up. Maybe he's busy doing something, probably taking a shower or cooking something. I had put my phone down and decided to call him at a later time, but the slow-moving traffic made that decision unbearable. I couldn't resist the thought of hearing Dominic's voice. After five minutes and a short distance covered, I picked up my phone and called Dominic again. Still, he's not answering his damn cellphone, which is making me even more impatient. I ended up leaving him a message hoping he'd call back as soon as he gets the chance.

"You're super late," Ivana spat as soon as I showed up at the restaurant. She was already having her coffee and had probably finished her morning routine.

"I say better late than never."

"So what happened to your date?" She followed up quickly as I was taking off my coat and draping it on my chair.

"I just got here, and that's the first question you ask?" I spat.

"Come on, Valentine. You're already two hours late; we don't have time for some intro."

"Well, you have a point," I replied. "The date was good, almost too good, and oh, a lot of things happened."

"Hold up, you're getting me excited here." She raised her finger and then went on to close the door behind her. "Come on, tell me everything."

"I think we're close to the end," I admitted thinking about how I just unprecedentedly introduced Dominic to my mother.

"When you say close to the end, have you?" She asked inquisitively, raising her eyebrows at me.

"You know what, make me some coffee first because this is going to be a long one."

"Okay, I'll be back." Ivana nodded and went on her way to make my coffee.

Five minutes later, Ivana came back with my coffee, and quite surprisingly, she also brought some donuts. She's probably expecting to listen for a longer story. I took my first sip of caffeine, and I was simply galvanized to tell her about everything that happened yesterday. I began spilling what had happened, and she was sitting and listening so fervently as I tell the story. It almost felt as if I'm a storyteller telling some stories to kids with her raising her hand just to ask me some questions right in the middle.