Addicted To You

Chapter 7

I lay in bed, it's about ten in the morning, I don't want to be outside this room, this is my safe zone. This is my Dominique free zone. Mason is getting changed in front of me, getting ready for work. I sigh and shake my head, coming out of my thoughts as Mason looks at me expectantly.

"What?" I ask him. He sighs in frustration and shakes his head.

"I said, I'll be home late tonight." I shrug and nod my head.

"Okay." He look at me angrily.

"Okay? That's all you're going to say, no saying why or when will I be home or that you'll miss me." I rub my hands over my face.

"Mason, what do you want? If I ask all that you get angry and when I don't you get angry. Just hurry up and leave the house." I say in exhaustion and frustration.

He looks at me in anger and shock before slamming the door shut after exiting. I flinch at the sound but sigh in relief afterward. Finally some peace and quiet.

I hear a tap at my door and groan. I knew it would be Dominique, both Jackie and Mariana have been put into daycare two days a week, today being one of those days. I have had a lot of success ignoring him that last two weeks sine Mariana's birthday. I sigh and ignore the tapping, eventually he stops, though my relief is short lived as he turns to door handle and opens my door.

I watch as he stands in the doorway watching me intently, he has a weak smile on his lips as he finally walks in and sits beside me on my bed. I waited for it to start, him telling me Mason is wrong for me, to say I should be with him.

"Would you like to go for coffee?" He asks me softly after a few minutes of silence. I look at him surprised.

"I'm not going on a date with you." I state matter of fact. He gives another weak smile.

"I know, I'm just asking for coffee, it seems like you need the distraction."

I look at him as he sits, his shoulder slightly slouched back, his demeanour so different than what it usually is. Usually he has a straight posture, demanding gaze, cocky smirk.

"Okay." I answer him as I search his eyes for a few seconds, looking for any hint of mischief. Alas I didn't find any.

"Great, have a shower, get changed and we'll go." He says with a genuine smile.

He stands up and walks out of my room, no trying to kiss my cheek or my lips or hug me, I had to scold myself as I feel disappointment settling into the pit of my stomach, at the fact that he didn't make any advances.

Standing up, I walk toward the ensuite to have a shower, I look in the mirror and cringe. No wonder he didn't make any advances, my hair is a mess, frizzy and sticking up and the bags under my eyes are so dark I look like I've been punched. My skin looks sickeningly pail. I start to undress while the shower starts to heat up. I'm in my underwear when I hear my bedroom door open. I peak my head out to see Dominique setting down a box on my bed. He looks my way and goes wide eyed, knowing he's been caught. I quickly cover my breasts, my heart jumping with excitement as I see his eyes darken and him lick his lips. He moves toward me quickly, as though he was on a mission.

Taking hold of my hips he pushes me back into the bathroom, walking until my back is against the shower wall, the shower drenching his clothes straight away. As soon as my back makes contact with the wall he take my lips with his, with one hand he priest my arms away from my breast and pins my arms against the wall. His lips attacking me and I can't stop myself from moaning as he breaks the kiss and trails kisses down my neck and toward my breasts. Taking them one by one in his lips making me gasp and moan.

"S-Stop..." I manage to moan as he kisses down toward my panties. He stops and stands back up, pressing his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." He says softly before l grazing my lips with his once more and walking back out.

I put my shaking hand over my mouth before closing and locking the door, running my other hand through my hair, I take off my underwear and get into the shower. Letting the shower heat up my body even further then what Dominique managed to heat it.

I close my eyes and place my head against the cool tiles in the shower, images of Dominique come flooding through my head, but so does images of Mason and the guilt makes its way back to the forefront of my head. This time I am partly to blame, I could have stopped him before things got so intense but I didn't. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed having him kiss and suck different parts of my body. But I can't tell Mason, he will go mental, and we are already rocky.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I mutter under my breath as I get out of the shower and dry my body.

I walk into my room cautiously. I see the box he put on my bed and curiosity gets the better of me, I open it to see a dozen white roses carefully placed inside the box. I grab the card attached.

I know you love these, so when I saw them I thought of you. - Dom.

I smile and bite my lip, he can be so sweet sometimes. Mason never does that for me. I usually just buy them myself to put around the house. I place them back down on my bed and start to get ready, putting on a white summer dress and some golden sandles. After doing my hair and light make up I hear a gal at my door. I open the door to see Dominique there, obviously he had changed out of his dripping suit and into a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey button up blouse. His hair still damp, making my cheeks heat up, remembering what had happened in the shower. Obviously he knew the reason firmly red cheeks as he smirks at me, thankfully he doesn't actually say anything.

"You ready?" He asks. I nod my head and he takes my hand inbhis, interlacing our fingers as we walk out of the house and toward his new black BMW.

"Obviously we are paying you way too much." I say jokingly as I look at his car. He gives a short laugh and opens my door for me and closes it once I'm in the car.

"Ready?" He asks once he's buckled in.

I nod my head all the while my brain is screaming at me asking 'what have I gotten myself into'