The Way You See Me

Chapter Five

I stand, Max circling my legs impatiently. I sigh, "You're right, okay? We've only known each other for a day- hardly even that. There's no reason for you to get wrapped into my personal issues." I state, and motion back to the hallway. "Please, just leave. I'd like to be alone." I say.

Dominic stands, too, rubbing his arm a bit. I can't tell by his expression whether he'll respect my wishes or argue with me. Deep down, I'm hoping for the latter. 

After he stays silent, I turn down the hallway, and walk towards the door; he follows. 

"Calleigha," He starts, and I shake my head a bit. I didn't want to hear his reasoning as to why we should talk, or whatever. But damn, his voice is sexy. The way my names rolls off his tongue, out of those lips I wanted to kiss so bad.

I kick the thoughts out of my mind. Dominic Wixton is off-limits. I don't want him in my life, and I won't let him be. There's no point in me getting attached to someone, just for them to leave. I've had that experience one too many times.

"Good night, Dominic." I say, my voice soft as I walk open and open my door, holding it open as I wait for him to leave. Max is still beside me; I can feel his warm, tall body against my leg. He's watching the new man. 

"Good night, Calleigha." He says reluctantly, and walks out the door. He turns before I close it, so I pause. "And, call me Dom," He adds.

I smile slightly. "Okay, Dom, goodnight." I say, and as he walks away, I shut and lock the door. I turn and sigh, rubbing my face a bit. Why did he have to seem so perfect.

That thought returns when I walk back into my living room, seeing the little card on the couch. He must've left it there when I walked to the foyer. 

I smile to myself as I read it. 

Calleigha,

I know I probably seem like a creep by now. Maybe even a player. But I promise you, I'm not. let me prove it to you. 

Give me a chance.
Dominic

He's good. I'll admit that much. On the back he left his phone number. I bite my lip, but pull out my phone and type the number into a new message. 

I sit on the couch, patting the space beside me. Max jumps up and sniffs me a few times, then lies beside me, his ears up as he stays on alert. Sometimes I wish he'd relax, cuddle up in a little ball like my sister's dog. But I'm thankful that he would put his life on the line if it meant keeping me safe. 

It takes me three tries to type something without deleting it right after. I now have;

hey Dom. it's Calleigha. if I'm being honest, the only reason I'm texting you is because I'm a little impressed. this is the third time you've been slick with me, and each time is more interesting than the last. 

I send it, and toss my phone beside me, leaning my head back and letting out a groan. I shouldn't have even texted him, I'll regret it, I'm sure. 

When my phone dings barely a minute later, I want to throw it out the window because of how fast I pick it up. I read his reply.

Well, I was pretty sure you wouldn't throw my number away, but I'm happy to have yours in my phone now ;) 

I smile and shake my head a bit. He's almost at the point of being cocky, but he's not quite there, and I'm glad for that. I don't reply right away. Instead, I get up, going back into the kitchen, and pull a pan out of the cabinet. 

I hear Max's nails clicking against the floors as he follows me in, sitting in the doorway. I smile again. I pull a treat out of the container by the fridge and toss it to him. He catches it and munches away happily. 

I open the fridge and pull out the carton of eggs, hot sauce, and a stick of butter. I set it all on my granite counter top, and hum to myself as I reach into a cabinet, pulling out a bowl. I crack three eggs into the bowl.