Perfect disguise by Elizabeth A (speld decodable readers .txt) 📗

Chapter 17.

 

Diana's POV.

While we were walking out of the salon, I looked around to check if Liam was still around. It would be so embarrassing if he found out I was pretending to be dating a person I barely knew because I wanted to prove to him that I had moved on. I bit my bottom lip, my hand still held Dominic's hand. His hands were warm so I didn't bother to remove mine. I was so relieved when I noticed that Liam wasn't outside. Maybe, he went to reconcile with his new girlfriend. 

I clenched Dominic's hand. I hoped they would never make up. No, I hoped he would never find any woman that would love him like I did because I had really loved him.

Dominic stopped walking and looked at me. "Why did you do that?"

The sun was entering my eyes so I brought out my sunglasses from my handbag and wore it before looking at him. "I did a lot of things today. So can you be specific?" I acted clueless.

I expected him to ask me that question. I barely knew him and had pretended to be his girlfriend which was totally out of the blue.

"Why did you lie that you are my girlfriend?" He asked.

I looked at him with a frown. "I believe you meant thank you so much Diana for coming to my aid'."

I didn't want to tell him the actual reason why I had pretended to be his girlfriend, so I diverted his question.

"I don't owe you any appreciation." He said flatly.

"I saved you." I clarified my point.

He arched a brow at me and looked more confused. "How?"

I rested a hand on my hip and looked at him like he was dumb. "If I didn't act like your girlfriend, do you think Chloe would let you be?" I asked.

His eyes rose up to meet mine. "I can handle Chloe."

I chuckled and shook my head. I had seen the ways he acted around Chloe. He doesn't know how to actually turn her down.

 "Due to what I've noticed, I doubt that." I concluded.

He frowned slightly, he must really dislike my response. Well, the truth is very bitter, Mr handsome.

"Why do you say that, you don't even know me." He challenged me.

I shrugged. "I don't need to know you before I can judge your actions. It's obvious, you want her and at the same time you don't. You are a man with principle and morals, Dominic. You don't know how to hurt people's feelings and Chloe is taking advantage of that."

"You don't know anything about me." He deadpanned.

I walked toward me and stared directly into his amber eyes. "You're wrong, it's you who don't know anything about yourself." 

"So you think you know me?" He asked skeptically.

I shook my head. "tsk tsk, I didn't say that, I only said you don't know anything about yourself." I said and went to my car. 

Dominic stood at the front of the beauty salon. He watched me with sheer confused eyes as I drove out of the car park. The car screeched onto the highway as I zoomed to my home in Beverly hill. I was still living with my parents in our family mansion. I could afford a house and live alone, but Beverly hill wasn't far from my workplace so I didn't see the need to move out. Also, it was very huge and spacious, so there was enough space to occupy me. When I got home, I was already exhausted from the day's activities and all I wanted was to have my bath and have a really good sleep. 

Along the long rectangular board set on four wooden legs, my mother sat, her legs elegantly crossed over each other, on a soft tall foam chair. There was an exotic bottle of red wine before her on the dining table and a pellucid glass was in between her manicured hands. She graciously took a sip and studied me.

"You looked tired." She remarked. 

I nodded and sat beside her. "Yes, today was a long day." 

A maid came with a glass and asked me if I wanted a glass of wine. I nodded and she poured the red wine into the glass and placed it before me. I smiled at the maid and she left.

"You should quit that job, it doesn't suit you." She said distastefully.

I sighed and sipped the red wine. Lately, my mother has been pestering me to quit my Job. I didn't want to quit my job at Modern Mode, I loved anything that was associated with fashion, creativity and designs. That had made me pursued my desire to become a fashion designer, but my mother won't understand that.

"Mom, I love being a fashion designer and I think it suits me." I replied calmly. 

Since I turned down the opportunity of becoming the CEO of Lawson's Airline, we hardly ever talked to each other without a quarrel. Tonight, I was too tired and stressed to put up an argument with her.

 She shook her head and swirled her glass of wine. The wine spun towards the brim. I knew she was disappointed in me. I was her only child, only hope and the only person who could grant her a large fortune in our family business. She was my father's second wife. So, she doesn't have a large share in the family business and it was the reason she wanted me to be in charge of Lawson's airlines.

"You are nothing like me, I wonder if you are truly my daughter." She said coldly and took a sip of her wine. 

I clenched the glass in my hands feeling a little hurt by her words, but it was true. I was the opposite of my mother. She was highly sophisticated and had a massive lust for money and luxurious things while I was modest and passionate about anything that was creative.

She had kicked out my dad's first wife and married him because of his money.  I knew this because whenever I disobeyed her, she accused me of not being grateful for making sure I had a rich father.

I looked at her, her hazel eyes were focused on the glass in her hands and there was still makeup on her oval face even though she had had her bath. I hardly saw her without makeup. It was her way of remaining beautiful.

I dropped my wine glass and stood up. I didn't like where the conservation was getting to and I wanted to take a shower. 

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