Phthartic Series Novella Book #2.5
This book is also a standalone.
WARNING: For MATURE audiences only.
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Takes place during the time of His Lover's Lie. You do not have to read any of the books to understand this one.
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Xyla's POV Present
It's been two weeks since Dom has been back and I've been able to see my son everyday now. I walked up to his room nervously and knocked twice. I listened for an answer but there was none so I simply opened the door to find him sleeping on his back, his sheets pooled at his feet and his boxers low on his waist. He's been out all the time so I really don't know if any other time will be better than this.
I walked in closing the door behind me and called his name out but he didn't move. He usually sleeps lightly and wakes up at any little sound.
"Dominic." I said louder and he didn't flinch. My eyes locked onto his chest to check if he was visibly breathing as I got closer and my own heart sped up as I began to think of the worst. I reached him in a second and touched his face when his eyes finally opened, him clearly being startled before becoming less tense after seeing me.
"Don't sneak up on me like that." His voice cracked.
"I didn't, I practically shouted your name." I answered a bit worried. He's been off lately.
"What do you want?" An arm rested over his eyes as he spoke.
"I wanted to say thank you...for everything you're doing with Daniel. I appreciate it. The new doctors, nurses, his bills.....thank you for taking care of him." I spoke but he didn't answer right away.
"Is that all?" He grumbled after a while and I nodded forgetting he wasn't looking at me.
I was looking at him though. I wanted him and I admit I treated him like shit but I've been around men like him and using them was the only thing I knew how to do in order to survive. I shouldn't have used Dom though.... He wasn't like the rest of the men I came across. I mean yeah, he's cocky and mean and kills people as if he's handing out christmas presents to the unfortunate but he never purposefully wronged me when we met.
"I'm sorry." I spoke again and this time he moved his arm to look at me.
"You don't look sorry." He glanced at my oversized shirt that ended mid thigh. I had just woken up so he doesn't know that I have nothing but a thong beneath this shirt.
"I'm sorry for how I treated you." I climbed onto the bed and on top of him slowly. He didn't move or scowl so I kept going.
"I'm sorry for lying to you." My hand slid up his abdomen towards his chest and I felt him tense a bit. "I'm sorry for fighting you." I touched the scar I gave him under his eye lightly. "I'm sorry for being a bitch." I lowered myself onto him and kissed his chest.
My lips slowly slid up to his neck and he still didn't move. I gave small open mouthed kisses up his neck slowly as my hand reached down to his boxers.
"Tell me what you want." I whispered.
He was silent for a while as my palm rubbed him through his boxers.
"I... I want you to stop." He mumbled so softly and I moved my hand before leaning up to look at him. He was looking up at the ceiling with tears in his eyes as he swallowed the lump in his throat. I got off of him quickly.
