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

44.

 

Diana's POV.

I walked out of the boutique and saw Dominic pressing the boot with both of his hands. Horror flashed before my face as I saw my fancy newly purchased goods being crushed in the boot. I dashed to him and gripped his hand. 

"Stop it, you are ruining my stuff!" 

He arched a brow, confused. "What?" Then he looked down and realized what he was doing. He rubbed his forehead and glanced at me. "Oh, I didn't know I was pressing your goods. I was just _"

"Oh no. No no no." I whined as I picked up a pair of shoes on the marbled ground. An ugly scratch striped its sides. I covered my mouth as I studied the shoe. This shoe was just launched a few days ago and it was very expensive!

I glared at Dominic. He scratched his neck and stared elsewhere, feigning ignorance.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to close the boot." He kept apologizing as he drove through the road. 

I crossed my hands and looked at him. There was a faint cease on his forehead and his eyes looked worried. I would have laughed at how bothered he looked if I wasn't still angry.

"You ruined a very expensive shoe just because you wanted to close the boot?"

He bit his lips and brushed his hair backward. "I was only trying to—"

"Don't make any excuses. That shoe you damaged is owned by just 2 people in LA. That's how rare and exclusive it is."

Suddenly, he parked the car.

I sat up, confused. "Why did you stop the car?"

He chuckled. "You look so cute when you are angry."

I blinked twice and my cheek flushed. "Stop that." I muttered, trying to act like I wasn't getting butterflies just thinking about his compliment.

He arched his brow and smirked. "Stop what?" he pinched my cheek and smirked. "Stop looking at your cute face?"

I blushed and bit my thumbs, hiding my smile. I hit his chest. "Stop teasing me." 

He moved his face closer and stared into my eyes. "I'm serious. You are cute."

He was close. We could kiss if I moved my face closer. I'm not sure he was aware of our closeness because he would have moved his face away. I won't blame him if he did that. We were only pretending to be dating. It is up to him to decide if he is ready to cross the line. 

I gazed at his lips. It's rosy and damp. 

There won't be any harm in a kiss. After all, he had kissed me first. His eyes held mine, alarmed. It felt like he read my mind. I closed my eyes and moved closer, closing the distance between us. I paused, giving him time to back away. 

He didn't.

I smiled satisfactorily and kissed him. He parted his lips in response. I glided my tongue along his bottom lip and slid it in. I tasted the salty essence of him and buried my hands into his curly hair. I've been wondering how it felt like to do this for a long time. I gripped his hair, he moaned greedily, slammed me against his body and deepened the kiss. He sucked on my lip and I sighed into his lips. I haven't seen him this ardent. He cupped my neck, rotating his thumb against my skin. 

He moved his face and kissed the side of my lip. Then he descended slowly, tracing kisses along my skin. I sucked in my breath and moved my head backward,lowering any defense and surrendering to the movement of his lip on my skin—it gave him more exposure. He bent, sucking and licking my neck. He held my back. Thrill ran down my spine and my inside melted. I clutched his collar, yielding to his touch. 

Then my stomach grumbled and he broke the kiss. I reached to meet his lips in a haze, still feeling fuzzy from the kiss. He held my shoulder, stopping me. His resistance pierced like knives through my heart and bruised it. I looked into his eyes. 

Did he regret kissing me?

He brushed my hair and looked at my stomach. "You are hungry."

"Huh?" 

The only thing I was hungry for was his lips. 

He looked around our surroundings. "There should be a fast food shop around here, so let me get you something to eat."

I bit my swollen lips and nodded. "Okay."

"I will be right back," He said and got down.

He made me feel all sorts of emotions in just a day. Excitement, Anxiety, disappointment, gladness, Anger, frustrations, arousal, and horny. 

I shook my head. How was he so calm this entire time?

He came back with two burgers, a bottle of coke and a cup of hot tea in his hands. 

He stretched a burger and the cup of tea towards me. "Drink the tea. It will soothe your sore throat."

I took it and held the cup of tea up. "Thanks."

He started the car and took a bite of his burger. I swallowed hard as I stared at the movement of his lips. It reminded me of the little things his lips did against my skin. My cheek flushed. I tore my eyes away and focused on the food in my hands. I was starting to feel hungry—not for his lips this time. 

How was he even aware that I was 

hungry?

I took a bite of my burger. The taste of sauced vegetables and cooked ground beef melted in my mouth. I munched it in satisfaction, savoring its flavors.

Once I was done with the burger and the tea, I wrapped it up and kept it inside its paper bag. 

"So is your throat still sore?"

I shook my head and leaned on my seat. "Yeah, a little, but the tea helps."

He smiled to himself. "I know it will. I drink hot tea whenever I have a sore throat and it soothes it." He took his eyes off the road for a second. "Also, don't drink anything too cold for the time being. It usually worsens the sore throat and it is very important you get a drug for it. I use Arpo_"

"Don't worry, I'm using a drug for it."

He smiled and turned the wheel to another route. "Okay."

We haven't had time to really talk after our first days and I remembered that I wanted to talk about the misunderstandings of the date.

"Dominic, I didn't mean to upset you that night we met Liam."

He tightened his hands on the wheel and remained silent.

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