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

.49.

 

Diana's POV.

I was on my way to my brother's residence when I got a call from Dominic. I was told he was very drunk and he wouldn't be able to drive home by himself. At first, it was hard to believe Dominic was drunk because I haven't seen him drunk before and he had told me he didn't usually drink. I had to check the caller ID twice to confirm if it was truly Dominic's number when the bartender told me he was drunk at a regular pub along Downtown. 

I ended the call and screeched my car toward the direction of the pub. 

The pub was a small public house made of cracked wood and broken blocks. There was a glowing rusty signboard at the top of the building which clearly displayed the name of the pub. Blissful. I shook my head and pocketed my car kegs. I don't go to small pubs like this because of the wild crowd and crazy music. I preferred the classic ones at Beverly. I opened the door and a drunk lady stumbled out of nowhere and puked on my fancy heels. 

The lady leaned on the door and squinted her eyes at me. "Why are you still standing there?" She flicked her hands ridiculously. "Shoo, I need to pass."

I tightened my hands and narrowed my eyes at her. "You just puked on my heels. Do you even know how much it cost?"

She scratched her head, confused. "What the hell are you saying?"

I shook my head and moved her aside. I sighed, Crazy mindless drunk people. "Just get out of my face." I said and walked away.

Gosh, I just hoped Dominic wasn't that drunk. Well, he wasn't that drunk because he was more drunk than that! He couldn't even walk! He kept singing the 90's songs that were thumping through the pub and was waving his hands in what mimicked a dance move.

Two bartenders dragged him into my car. I straightened his back on the seat and thanked the bartenders. 

I couldn't take him to my brother's house because I felt he was the last person he wanted to see at that moment due to the fact that Annie was officially dating him. So I drove him to his apartment. 

"Ugh, Dominic! Can't you even try to walk!"

"I'm gonna walk on my own." He removed his arm from my shoulder and staggered toward the wall of his apartment

"You are clearly staggering, Dominic."

He paused. He took a step backward. He pursed his Lips. Then he lurched as he traced his hands along the wall looking for an entrance. "Huh? Where is the door of my apartment?"

I slapped my face and chuckled. "I won't have believed it if anyone told me you are this cute when you are drunk."

He arched a brow at me, confused. "Why are you making that face? Diana, this is serious. I can't find the door."

I laughed and pointed at the entrance of his apartment. "The door is right there, you drunkard."

He pouted and scratched his hair looking like a lost child. "Where?"

I walked towards him and dragged his arm toward the entrance. "Gosh, you are extremely drunk."

I inserted the spare keg and opened the door. He patted the door and rested his cheek on it. "Mm, I missed you. Don't disappear on me again, okay?"

I cringed at his action. "Dude, seriously?"

He dragged his legs inside. The apartment was dark so I switched on the bulb. Immediately, light surged through my eyes. I blinked, adjusting to its brightness and observed his living room. It was simple. The leather furniture arranged was in the right order and a small square table marred with leftover junks and files stood proudly at the center of the room. The window was closed so everywhere was kind of hot.

He tugged at his shirt and grumbled. "Gosh, this room is so hot."

I rushed to open the window. "Wait, Dom…"

He unclasped a few buttons and pulled it over his shoulders. "It is so hot."

I swallowed hard as I observed his body. The light shone on his body and it made something shift in me. I wanted to run my hands over every line on his stomach.

I brushed my hair backward and moved my eyes from his body. "Let me help you to run your bath."

Suddenly, He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. Then, he hugged me from behind. "No, don't leave me."

"I'm not leaving."

He rested his chin on my shoulder. "Then where were you going to?"

I wrapped my hands around his and leaned on his chest. "I was going to the bathroom," I said.

He shook his head. "Don't go there, stay here with me," he muttered.

I turned and cupped his face. "Dominic, are you okay?"

He frowned. Then he nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Do I look broken?"

I shook my head and looked deep into his eyes. "I don't know. Did Annie hurt you?"

He raised a finger up and pursed his Lips. "Can you not mention her name right now?" He asked.

"Okay." I took a step forward. His legs bent and we both landed on the sofa. I laid on top of him, my palm on his breast. I squeezed it out of habit. Then, I paused and looked at him, trying to read his expression. 

"Diana," he started.

 

(Warning: Mature scene, skip to the next chapter if you don't read it.)

 

I didn't give him time to speak before I pressed my lips on his. He moved his hands up and rubbed his thumbs along my waist. He flipped me on the sofa and cornered me with his arms. My hands tangled in his hairs and moved him closer. He deepened the kiss. I pushed his jacket out of his shoulder and ripped his shirt from his pants. Then I slid my hands up and down his chest.

He lowered his head to my neck and hungrily sucked on it. He licked and sucked my neck until my legs turned jelly. I pulled him closer and wrapped my legs around him. His hands worked the bottoms of my shirt and ripped it open. Then he slid his hand into my lacy bra and cupped my breast. He rubbed his thumb around my nipple and my body convulsed.

"I've been waiting so long to do this," he confessed.

"Then, don't hesitate," I whispered.

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