𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 -
Intricate and witty, her life has twisted upside down after her father's past scarred his family. At the young age of twenty, Violet is informed that eight years ago, she was promised to marry a Mafia Don's son by h...
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The car was mostly quiet, the only sounds were the pebbles on the highway, because Dominic and I hadn't spoken in three days.
We ended up keeping our word and staying relatively clear from each other throughout the week. To start off, our conversations were short, dinners were quick, and any sort of contact was minimal; then as the week advanced, nothing.
It felt strange to the point where I couldn't even explain it. After everything we had done, him standing just a few feet away from me everyday and us not being able to do anything about it felt like some cruel deprivation.
I had dreams, strange, lustful dreams about that man, with images of things we had never even done before racing through my mind in the middle of the night. Half of the time I couldn't even remember what had happened, I just woke up flushed with an ache of need in my core, and I knew it was Dominic's doing.
The fabric of my dress hitched up my upper thighs, reminding me just how short it was. I was beginning to think that maybe it might have been a good idea to change. The dress was a light cream colour, with full sleeves, and a sweetheart neckline. It was nice and sophisticated, not too revealing, and not too over dressed.
I paired it with deep red pumps, along with an assortment of gold necklaces, and a wine red leather jacket. If my father was going to be near me, I knew I had to do something to spite him, and he had a certain hatred for leather jackets like these; something about improper mannerism.
I had been reading for the majority of the ride, sometimes going on my phone, or just glancing out the window. My family never really went on road trips, even if it was only for forty five minutes, so I had never really seen outside of the city.
Most of the travelling we did was major, going to Europe or South America by private jet, so I got a nice view of the oceans sometimes. But the outside of the city was nice too— it was calm, and vast, and a lot quieter than inside the city.
I leaned against my elbow that was propped up against the window sill, gazing outside, then briefly allowed myself to glance at Dominic.
His hands tugged at the edges of his cuff links while he drove. He wore his classic white button up shirt, a few buttons undone towards the top, and a sleek black blazer.He stared straight ahead, his profile so focused, it was almost cute.
I think I had a thing for men in suits, because every time I so much as stole a stare at Dominic, my heart started to pulse just a bit faster. "You don't have to be nervous," he commented, somehow sensing me looking at him.
