Passed all my finals, no summer school, AND 100,000 READS?!! AHHH!! So as you can imagine, Lolo is one happy girl at the moment :) Here's an update for ya!
Dominic's POV
If I'm being honest with you, this definitely wasn't the way I thought tonight's evening would pan out.
I thought maybe my father and Olivia's would patch things up, we'd eat some Italian food, and I'd get another blow job tonight.
Never did I think I'd see Olivia's mother with my father.
Now, as you can imagine, my future fiancé wasn't exactly the happiest to see her mother. And why would she? Mrs. Evans didn't exactly have the best track record with her daughter. But nevertheless there she was, side by side with my father.
"What in the hell is she doing here?" Olivia hissed, well more like screeched, at the very top of her lungs. I could only shrug, speechless at the sight in front of me. I gave my father a grave look, but all eye contact between us had vanished the second he saw me.
"Dad," I started. "This is more of a blast from the past kind of move. You two already fucked, wasn't that enough for you?"
This certainly got his attention. "Dominic Xavier Wilson, you will not speak to me like-"
My patience was wearing so fucking thin. "You know what, Dad? When I finally begin to think we're on good terms, you pull this shit. That's my girlfriend's mother! She's the reason you and I were on such bad terms. And you have the audacity to bring her here? Seriously?" Olivia's mother looked down, and if I didn't know any better I'd say she looked a little remorseful.
But I do know better.
While I was quite vocal on how I felt, Dave was silent. He hadn't said a word, which I found less than coincidental. If he really hadn't known anything about Johanne's sudden appearance, I'd assume he'd be as pissed off as Olivia and I are.
"Wait wait, did you invite her here?" I directed an accusatory finger to Olivia's father. He took a deep sigh, getting up from his seat.
"Yes. I knew you wouldn't have come if I told you Olivia's mother would be coming."
"You're damn right I wouldn't have come!" Olivia had stepped in and at this point, there was no holding her back. "May I remind everyone in this room that mommy dearest slept with my fiancé? Or we can relive the fact that she tried seducing my boyfriend. Why would I ever want to see her again?"
"Wait hold on." Now it was David's turn to step in. "You slept with Michael and tried getting with Dominic? That's low class, Johanne. Low class."
Johanne shot daggers at David. "I agree Dave. That was the old me. I've changed, and I can prove it. Just let me explain myself over dinner, if Olivia will allow it." All eyes were directed to my girlfriend, but hers were on mine. Apprehension was clear in her orbs.
"How do I know you're not bullshitting me Johanne? I can't trust anything you have to say."
Johanne nodded. "I completely understand honey-"
"Don't you dare honey me!" She took a step toward her mother, and almost on instinct I held her back. "You sleep with Aaron and up and leave, without any sort of explanation. You ruined my fucking life! You didn't care, as long as Johanne got what she wanted. Because in the end, that's all that matters! And now you waltz here and expect me to listen to some shit you probably pulled from your ass five minutes ago? Hey, and let's not forget hitting on Dominic, cheating on my father, and trying to get my company taken away from me. Your pathetic little life isn't enough for you, so you have to take everything from me. But let me give you a dose of reality, Mom, this story doesn't end with you taking everything I've worked for away. I get to be happy for once. Me. Now if wasn't obvious, I don't want to hear anything you have to say." She stormed to what looked like the backyard without another word.
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The Dominant's Challenge {Completed}
Teen FictionIn which two sworn enemies somehow end up on top of the world... and on top of each other. ∞ WARNING: This story contains vulgar language and sexual content. Read at your own risk. The Dominant's Challenge. Copyright © 2016. All Rights Reserved. A/N...