His Sexual Demands [18+]

Bonus Chapter

Dominic's POV

Bonus Chapter!
[Set between the last chapter & epilogue]

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SHIT. I HAD DOCUMENTS TO COMPLETE BY TONIGHT. MY MIND HAD BEEN EVERYWHERE BUT WORK since he showed up to mine and Valentina's proposal. Fortunately, for us we have not heard from him since then. I hope we don't hear back from him, ever.

It was nerving, knowing at any point of one of our lives he's out there like a predator creeping up on his prey.

I had to block it out of my mind. Him. Everything. I had a deadline for these documents, if it was not completed by tonight Nicholas may reconsider my promotion.

Mr De La Cruz, he took his occupation seriously, it didn't bother him I was now his daughters fiancé. If I didn't do my work to an efficient amount, he would demote me.

Sighing I rubbed my hands down my face in frustration. Seven documents. I grabbed my laptop only to discover it had no battery.

Isn't that fucking fantastic!

Luckily for me, Valentina wasn't home meaning her laptop was not in use.

I opened the screen to see it fully charged. Thank you lord for blessing me with a organised future wife.

Logging into her account, I went onto google to search up my office account only to see numerous tabs at the top. They hadn't been cleared as if Valentina closed the laptop in a rush of not being caught.

I trusted that dark haired angel with my life. I knew she would never keep anything from me, but concern filled up my body.

What if he has reached out to her, threatening her to not tell me what he's making her do. What if he's abusing her, blackmailing her. With these thoughts in my mind I clicked on the first tab.

My eyes widened in shock. This isn't what I was expecting.

To confirm I'm seeing correctly, I clicked on the second tab.

And another.

Then another.

I managed to go through all the tabs reaching the last one, all the same thing.

A memory popped into my mind, I rushed to Valentina's en-suite bathroom, opening the cabinet beneath her sink. Three leaflets stacked in the corner, hidden away.

Pulling them out, I flicked through them all, one being addressed to Miss De La Cruz directly.

Adoption agencies.

Millions of thoughts ran across my mind, the work I had to complete pushed far away.

Why did she tell me this? She knew I was open to adopting a child.

Disturbing me from my thoughts, the bedroom door clicked open and I turned away from inside the bathroom seeing Valentina enter. She put down the shopping bags she had, ranging from groceries to luxury brands. Smiling once she spotted me.

"Hey, what you doing down there?"

"Oh nothing, just cleaning out the cabinets," I replied, waiting for her reaction.

She nodded before she gasped slightly rushing over to me, she shook her head. "You don't need to do that! I'll do it myself, my mess my duty."

I stood up to face her, "Is there anything you'll like to discuss, my love?"

"You saw them. Didn't you?" Valentina spoke shyly, putting her head down.

Holding up the leaflets, I smiled at her, "I actually saw the websites first. I had to use your computer—"

"You looked at my stuff?"

"Hey! Don't murder me, I was just concerned. You usually tell me everything."

Valentina strolled back into her bedroom, sitting on the edge of the queen sized bed. "I was nervous."

I laughed lightly, "You nervous? That's shocking, you're never nervous around me. You was just calling me 'daddy' last night."

My fiancé rolled her eyes playfully slapping my chest, "Dominic!"

"That too," I cut in.

"Stop it!"

I held up hands up in surrender, "I apologise my love. Now, why was you nervous?"

I took a seat beside her, wrapping my arms around her waist pulling her into me. Reaching up a hand I gently ran my fingers through her unknotted hair.

She laid her head on my shoulder, relaxing into my comfort, "I just—I didn't want you to be scared and think I was moving too fast."

I shook my head immediately, "Of course not! I want kids with you, I want us to be able to share our love with these kids and spoil them rotten," I admitted.

Looking down to her, I saw a smile spread across her lips. "Really?"

"Oui."

Valentina's left eyebrow raised up, "French huh?"

"Oui. You like it?"

"Je l'aime," she replied; causing me to awkwardly scratch the back of my head.

"What does that mean?"

"I means 'I love it' stupid."

"Hm, got it," I told her, pointing at my temple. "Would you like to show me those adoptions agencies you were researching."

A wide smile overtook her face as she jumped off the bed, "Yes! Come on!" Valentina ordered me, grabbing my arm to follow behind her.

I am in-love with this women.

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