Dominated (Obsessed II)

15.

Bianca Dawson
A need
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As I looked into her eyes, I could see it. She really loved him. Amelia was in love with Dominik. She might not have realized it yet might even be in denial but the way her gaze softened when his name was mentioned gave her away. The eyes they never lied. 

"Dominik asked me to stay and keep you company. Is there anything you'd like to do?" she asked, her voice polite but hesitant. Her body language was stiff, her shoulders slightly hunched as if she were bracing herself. Was she nervous? 

I couldn't shake the feeling, and it unsettled me. "Yes, actually," I said, giving her a smile to hopefully put her at ease. "Dominik left his cards. I say we go shopping." 

Her eyes widened slightly, and she immediately shook her head. "Are you sure? I don't think he'd want you to leave the house." 

I raised an eyebrow, amused by her concern. "Surely, I'm not his prisoner." 

Her lips parted as though to argue, but then she hesitated. "What if you're spotted?" 

"Amelia," I said lightly, draping a scarf around my neck and grabbing a pair of sunglasses, "we're in Hungary, not Milan or Madrid. Nobody knows me here. Besides, I'll cover up." 

She stood there for a moment, biting her bottom lip as though weighing the consequences. Finally, she gave a small nod. "Alright." 

By the time we stepped into the bustling streets of Budapest, I was already feeling lighter. Being cooped up in Dominik's house was suffocating, and this little outing was exactly what I needed. Amelia walked beside me, quiet but observant, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her coat. 

As we reached a boutique, I glanced at her. "How long have you known Dominik?" I asked casually, watching her reaction. 

She looked startled by the question, her brows lifting slightly. "Since we were kids," she said after a pause. 

"Really?" I asked, intrigued. "I didn't realize you two went that far back. How did you meet?" 

Amelia hesitated again, her fingers brushing over a rack of dresses but not lingering. "My mom used to work for his family," she said finally. "She was a housekeeper." 

I stopped mid-step, looking at her. "housekeeper?" 

She nodded, her eyes flitting toward the price tags on the rack before quickly darting away. "Sometimes, when she couldn't find someone to watch me, she'd bring me along. Dominik's family was kind enough to let me stay in the house while she worked." 

I tilted my head, studying her. "So you weren't friends?" 

Her lips curved into a faint, almost nostalgic smile. "Not at first. Dominik didn't really notice me back then. I was just the housekeeper's daughter. But one day, his parents invited me to join him and his friends by the pool. I was shy, but... he made me feel welcome. He didn't have to, but he did."

The way she spoke about him soft, almost reverent only confirmed what I'd already suspected. "He's been good to you," I said, my voice thoughtful. 

She nodded. "He has. He didn't treat me like I was different or less than. Even when his friends could be... dismissive, he always made sure I felt included. But one day his mom accused mine of stealing her necklace, which she didn't but she was fired regardless and I never saw him again until two years ago, I went to the club turns out he owns the place. He didn't remember me and I never once reminded him, we've been cool since." 

Her words stuck with me as we moved through the boutique. I watched her as she hesitated in front of a particularly extravagant dress, her hand reaching out but stopping just short of touching the fabric.