Dominique: Her Tale of Fate

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⚠️Warning: Physical Abuse!⚠️
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After that night party, Dominique and Paul had to clear it all up alone as Genesis had to attend to something concerning a close family member, while Joe had retired home earlier.

“Who’s that guy I saw with you earlier?” Paul asked as they wiped the tables, and she paused with the surprise that he had seen her, but she shook this away.

“He’s nobody.” She plainly replied.

Paul was quiet for a while, and then he sighed, “Listen, if he’s giving you problems…”

She looked up from her work, and smiled, “Not at all. It’s all cool.”

He stared at her, “Would you believe me if I say I don’t believe you?” He asked.

She exhaled, “Paul, it’s complicated, alright.” She said and returned to wiping the tables with the hope that he’ll just let the matter rest, but he just was bent of wringing information out of her.

“Ex-boyfriend?” He asked.

She rolled her eyes, and ignored him.

“Or is he a current one?”

She sighed. Why does he even care who Andrew is? After all, what she does, and whom she talked to was absolutely none of his fucking business.

“I know you’ve got something with that guy, and he sure did ogle his eyes at you all through the party,” Paul said, and walked to her, “I know that guy ain’t just a friend.”

Now, she was pissed.

She turned to him sharply, “Why do you care? It ain’t your fucking business!”

He was taken aback by her, but he was fast to adjust, “Fine. Fine. It isn’t my business truly, but I can’t watch you walk into danger.”

She laughed in her mind. Andrew was old news. If only Paul really knew what went down between her and Andrew, then he’ll know that she had just walked away from danger.

“Thanks, Paul, but I’m good. I can take care of myself.” She said to him with a forced smile.

He looked at her, and shook his head, “But, that’s the thing. I’m not worried about you taking care of yourself. It’s the guy I’m worried about.”

Dominique looked at him, “Why?”

Paul moved closer to her, and put his face closer to her, “I’m a man also, and I could tell from how his eyes glistered that he wished that you were in your underwear.”

She snorted and moved away from him, “Now, why are you bothered?”

He came up behind her, “Because I can’t stand how he looks at you.”

She turned sharply to him, “Then look away!” She snapped at him, and angrily grabbed the wiping cloth and began moving to the kitchen. She stopped at the entrance, and looked back at him. He was looking at the ground with his hands pocketed. Her heart dropped at this, and she began regretting her words, but he just crossed his limits.

“Hey, Paul!” She called to him, and he slowly looked up to meet her gaze. She smiled, “I’m sorry. Thanks for worrying about me, and don’t bother yourself. I’ll keep myself safe." She said.

He gave a slight nod to this.

“Em, Paul?” She interlocked her fingers, “Would you be alright cleaning up?” She asked, and he nodded, “Great. Thanks man!” She eagerly said and jumped to the kitchen.