Beautiful Betrayal

Don't Go

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“Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

~Elvis Presley

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V I C T O R I A

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I stared at him, taken aback by his confession. "You were afraid of scaring me away?" I asked, my voice softer now, filled with curiosity.

Dominic nodded, his gaze steady. "You have no idea what you do to me, Victoria. Even back then, I was always on the edge when I was around you. That night, you were so beautiful, so perfect. I knew if I stayed with you, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I didn’t want to ruin anything between us."

I looked at him in disbelief.

Looking at me, Dominic chuckled softly before rising from the stool. He took slow, deliberate steps in my direction, his hands gently cupping my face as he looked deeply into my eyes.

"Can I kiss you, Victoria?" he asked, his voice husky but controlled, though I could see the impatience and desire simmering just beneath the surface, I saw the raw intensity in his gaze. He was holding himself back, barely. Unable to form words, I simply nodded, and that was all the confirmation he needed. He crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me with a tenderness that overwhelmed me.

His kiss was sweet and deep, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions between us. When he finally pulled away, he glanced at me one last time before turning to leave. But I couldn’t let him go—not now. I quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"Don't go," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He froze, his back still to me. "If I stay, I'm not sure what I'll do, Victoria," he replied, his voice strained with desire.

"I'm not afraid, Nic. And I don’t want to live in the past anymore. I love you."

He turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder. "And I love you too, sweetheart, but I know you're not ready."

"I am, Nic. I’m just... afraid. There’s so much in my mind, so many 'what ifs'."

He spun around quickly, closing the distance between us, and pulled me into his arms. "Baby," he murmured softly, "I promise you with my life, I'll never give you a reason to cry again. Please trust me. Just give me a chance to prove it."

I cupped his face in my hands, feeling the weight of the past five years—five long, painful years filled with hurt and misunderstandings. My heart raced, my mind full of doubts, but something in his eyes reassured me. Taking a deep breath, I closed the distance between us, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I kissed him.

It was a soft, hesitant kiss at first, but as his arms wrapped around me and he pulled me closer, it deepened into something more—a promise, a longing, and a hope.

As our lips parted, I kept my fingers crossed, hoping with all my heart that this time, he would be true to his words. That this time, he would not break my heart.

I was still caught in the afterglow of the kiss, my thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of emotions when suddenly, I felt his strong arms scoop me up effortlessly.

"Victoria," his voice was soft yet filled with desire, "I'm taking you upstairs. Tell me now if you want to stop, sweetheart."

For a moment, words failed me. But instead of speaking, I leaned in and kissed him again—deeper this time, pouring all my feelings into that kiss.

I could feel his hold on me tighten as he carried me toward the master bedroom, our room.

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