Sensual Redamancy

Chapter 49

•Sofia•

There. It was done.

I'd shown the man I knew I felt strong feelings for the proof of what could be the end of whatever genuine relationship we shared.

I didn't know what broke me more and made tears pool uncontrollably in my eyes, the silence he'd held for what seemed like an eternity since I handed the photo over to him or the emotions flashing across his face.

I couldn't exactly decipher what his facial expression reflected—anger, pain, confusion, resentment. I couldn't quite place the exact emotion, but I knew it broke him worse than it broke me.

I found myself slowly backing away from him, unsure of where I was even going. He hadn't said a word, but perhaps I was supposed to read the room and act accordingly.

Maybe he didn't want to see me—now or maybe ever. Perhaps he was so furious and heartbroken that he finally had an actual reason to be the son his father wanted him to be.

It'd be easier to relieve him of the burden of pretending and betraying his father for me.

I tried making it sound easier in my head, but I ultimately ended up stumped on the possible feelings I'd feel if my worst nightmare became a reality.

I'd feel all those shitty feelings I felt during the period when he ignored me all over. I'd crawl back into my hole of loneliness and emptiness and ride on that gloomy loop for eternity.

That thought itself made tears nearly trickle down my cheeks. I didn't want that for myself. Not anymore.

Dominic lifted his eyes to me and I felt my heart thud heavily in my chest. He stood up, clinging hard to the photo in his hand.

Once he began walking towards me, I slowly backed away from him even more, unsure of what I was running away from.

"Dom," my lips quivered, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Dominic, I'm sorry."

I wasn't sure if he could hear me altogether. I could read his facial expression more clearly now and it scared me. He was angry.

He strode towards me with determination and for a couple of seconds, my heart pounded so heavily I could barely breathe.

I wasn't afraid of him. I'd overcome that fear long ago and didn't want it to return. He wasn't going to hurt me. He would never put me in pain.

Why was I panicking so much then?

Dominic stood directly in front of me and closed the gap between us by looping his forearm around my waist and pulling me into him, our bodies roughly colliding.

I softly gasped, tilting my face away from him. I instantly felt his fingers beneath my chin, guiding my face so I could look at him.

His eyes demanded my undivided attention and I gave him exactly that, holding my breath for whatever words he was going to tell me.

I could feel his breath on my skin hotter than ever, his grasp on me firm and intentional. He was strong and I felt it, every muscle of his body gently crashing into mine.

"Never ever fucking scare me so much and leave me because of something horrendous your father did and has nothing to do with you, Sofia," he breathed in my face.

I felt so much relief wash over me I released my breath, still following his eyes.

"I'm going to find out every detail about what happened and deal with the situation accordingly," he said, holding me tighter against him, "and during that process, you shall feel no guilt whatsoever over the deeds of a man who has managed to torment and make you cry so terribly even in his grave."