Betrayal

Chapter 28

Warren

I shift in my chair and sip on my drink, then take a drag from my cigarette. My eyes feel heavy. I'm exhausted and it's early. Sleep was difficult. I kept dreaming about Ali and waking up with a hard-on. If she would've been sleeping next to me I know I wouldn't have woken up so much. But Dominic killed that.

I put my glasses back on and stare at my desktop. I'm in my office, shopping for furniture for Ali's new apartment. I've decided on a sectional, a coffee table, a bed, and a television so far. I also found a very nice easel that I plan to set up as a surprise for her. There's a lot to be bought. I just want the basics for now so we can start fucking there. And I want her to be able to pick out some things, too.

I smile as I think of how happy she was. The thought of the blowjob she gave me makes me shiver. I want her right now, but I'm assuming she's asleep since I haven't heard from her. I came home after dropping her back at her place. Thoughts of them fucking keep bombarding me. He's sleeping at her place, probably in her bed, and I'm sure she's sleeping next to him. I don't like it. Especially since they've broken up, apparently.

I order everything I've picked, then stand. My body is sore and I stretch out, tie my robe, and go downstairs. I smoke another cigarette and pace the living room. She's a car ride away and I can't go see her. It's an annoyance. I fucked her not even eight hours ago and I'm aching for more. I feel like a god damn addict and I'm addicted to her pussy.

"Fuck," I mutter.

Just as I'm thinking of calling her, there's knocking at the door. I look at my watch. It's a little after nine o'clock. I don't have my phone, I left it upstairs, and go for the door. The knob turns, but I've got it locked.

It's Ali and Dominic. What the hell? I hesitate to open it, then do. He smiles at me, but I can instantly tell he's upset. I know him. The skin beneath his eyes is dark and he looks exhausted. I'm sure it's the break up. He must not be taking it well. But why would he bring her with him? I look at her, too, and see that her face is flushed.

"Hey, guys. What's going on?"

"Hey, dad. You're not busy, are you?"

"Not at all. I'm waking up."

After a moment I step back and he steps in. I stare into her eyes as she follows, then close the door behind them.

"I didn't know you'd come in, Dominic. You either, Ali."

"Yeah, I came in last night," he says. "And she's been here a couple days."

I nod. We stand in the entryway in silence until Ali nudges his side. I sigh. What is this? What are they doing?

"Um... can I talk to you, dad? In private, I mean."

I clear my throat and nod.

"Of course. Everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just need to talk to you."

"Okay," I say and look at her. "Make yourself comfortable, Ali."

She nods. We walk out the back and sit on the patio, side by side on the couch.

"Ali and I broke up."

I pretend to be hearing it for the first time.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Dominic. Are you okay?"

"No, not really. I'm not."

"Well... it happens to everyone. I know it's painful," I mutter. "But you'll be alright."

I place my hand on his shoulder and squeeze it gently. All at once, he begins to cry. It makes my stomach ache and a wave of guilt and nausea overcomes me. I can't stand to see him cry. I've never been able to.