The Bargain with the Billionaire

Chapter 32 - Beginning

"The ending is nearer than you think, and it is already written. All that we have left to choose is the correct moment to begin." ― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta

Dominique's POV

God it's only been hours but I already miss him. How can I possibly live in a day without him? Or months? Or years? It's unbearable!

Even the interesting couple in front of me who could serve as a good distraction failed. The more I look at them, the more my misery reigned. I can see the big part of us in them. While they're trying to show me that they're perfect couple, they trying to convince themselves that they're just pretending. The truth is they adored each other. It's amusing to watch. I bet at some point me and Lean looked exactly like this during those days when we irritated each other.

They can't fool me. I've been there. I've done that. And I ended up like this. I hope that their ending is much better. A happy one. Unlike us.

Speaking of the devil who never left my mind even for a second, he suddenly burst in without giving a damn to the kind and very efficient butler who followed at his wake not knowing what to do.

He's soaked from head to foot. His wet shirt clanged to his perfectly honed body. I stared at him for seconds not even able to blink. He should look out of sort, ugly even with his dark hair dripping, but why the hell he's not? As a matter of fact, he looked exactly the opposite. He's sexier and hotter even in this state. Man, he doesn't even look vulnerable. He looks frustrated and furious but definitely not vulnerable.

I closed my hands fighting the urge to run towards him and cry on his strong shoulder. That will never happen ever. I will not further humiliate myself. Nor will I let this man see how vulnerable I am right now.

"Genie, are you alright? Please tell me you're alright." I looked at him with disbelief. I should be the one asking him that question with the state he is in right now. He tried to touch me but I abruptly withdrew. I know a single touch can make me run to him, hug him tight and kiss him senseless. That's the horrible truth. Just a single touch by this gorgeous man means total surrender in my part.

"If you're only here because of the baby..."

"I'm here for you." He shouted furiously. He didn't let me finish. "I'm here to get you. If I have to bend down on my knees and plead, I will just for you to come home with me."

He's being his typical persona again. He does what he wants. He acts as he pleases. He shuts everybody up. He shouts wherever he likes whatever the circumstances. I'm not surprise at all that he doesn't give a damn as to where we are right now or how many people are affected by our bantering. He's just being himself, self-centered selfish bastard but I'm screwed because I love him just the way he is.

"Why the hell you have to do that?" I shouted back. Right, I never mentioned before, I'm a self-centered selfish bitch as equally stubborn or a little bit more compared to my husband.

"Because I love you, God damn it!" He snapped gritting his teeth.

"Then what's your fucking problem? I love you too, you moron!" I snapped back at him. And then we're both stunned. Totally dumbfounded!

Did I hear that correct or I was just hallucinating? I was speechless for seconds looking at him appalled.

"You..you're joking right?"

"You..you're serious right?"

We both asked at the same time both stuttering and unsure. It's almost laughable but no one is in the mood to laugh. We both know this is a serious thing, very serious like life and death kind of situation.