💞💞 Mine 💞💞
( You’re mine )
Written by Authoress Yesha 📒📒📒
Episode 25
“‘That’s my girl’ might be the cutest thing a boy could say.”-
Arabella POV✨✨✨
I received a call from William a moment ago. He called me from Dominic’s phone. He informed me that Dominic was drun!kand he will s£nd him back soon.
So, here I am waiting for my husband that left me alone tonight and c@m£ back in a drun!ken condition.
“Off limit tonight?” I asked when I saw William stepped out of the car with drun!kDominic; a really bad condition with his messy shi-t, messy hair, and heavy alcoholic smell. I shook my head at his condition.
William pu-ll-ed him away from the car by placing one of his hands on his shoulder and walk slowly to the door.
Dominic whimpered while holding onto William with his unbalanced steps.
“As you can see,” he chuckled and turned to look at me.
“Ah-ha, whose sweetheart is this?” Dominic slightly opened his eyes when they stood beside me near the entrance door.
“This is my sweetheart. Mine,” he continued with his silly talk while tried to pu-ll me closer but I take a step back. Not in this condition, Dominic.
“Let me bring him to his room.” William grinned. I nodded and lead the way to his room.
William dropped him on the be-d or literally just threw his heavy muscular b©dy off his shoulder. He deserved that for leaving me alone tonight.
“What happened to him? I never saw he got drun!kbefore,” I spitted out my curiosity.
“That’s for you to find out,” he said avoiding my question.
“As if he will let me know,” I said still upset with him.
“He will for sure. Just talk to him and clear it out,” he advised.
“I mean after he is sober or you will hear he talks gibberish,” he added and we laughed at the same time.
“That might be fun,” I turned my gaze at my not so sober husband.
A moment later, William left and now I’m alone in the be-droom with Dominic. I stood at the edge of his be-d and sighed.
Now how should I clean up his mess? It was 1.30 am in the morning and luckily I’m not working during the weekend. If not I will have my eye bags the next day.
I slowly sat on his be-d and un-bu-tton his shi-t and took off his shoes and socks.
I nee-d to help him to change into a clean and comfortable outfit. The smell of the beer was way too strong and I’m wondering how much he had tonight that turned him in this messy condition.
I took off his shi-t and leaving him shi-tless on the be-d before getting him a clean white t-shi-t from his wardrobe.
I went to the bathroom and c@m£ to him with a towel that I di-pped with warm water. I wiped his face and b©dy with the towel hoping that it will get rid of the stinky smell.
I was shocked when he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at me. He gr@bb£d my w@!st and pu-ll-ed me on t©p of his b©dy.
He caged me with his strong hand and I was completely being glued to his b©dy.
“Dominic,” I called out his name just to as-sure that if he was awake.
“I missed you,” he said and showered me with k!sses all over my face.
I tried to budge but failed as I ba-rely can move my b©dy.
“Dominic, st©p plea-se.” I pleaded
“Why do you keep asking me to st©p what I love to do,” he grumbled in annoyance.
He st©pped with his k!sses but suddenly he fli-pped my b©dy make me lie next to him closely. This guy is unpredictable.
“Are you okay? Why are you drun!ktonight?” I questioned him slightly turned my head up as my face was slightly buried into his che-st with his hand un-derneath my head while his other hand clutched on my w@!st.
“I’m not okay,” he suddenly raised his voice.
“And why is that?”
“You, Arabella Duncan.” He said and stared at me but I’m not really sure if he really meant what he said right now.
“Me?” He hummed and slightly nodded his head as a response.
“Mind share what it is about?” I continued and placed my hand on his che-st. I didn’t plan to re-lease myself from his embr@ce as I knew it will never succeed.
“You broke my heart,” he whispered with his eyes closed. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion tried to un-derstand what he meant by that. Pardon? Did I break his heart? Did I hear it wrong?
“Who is that ‘you’? It’s me?” I just wanted to make sure I didn’t get it wrong.
“Unfortunately, sweetheart. You, my lovely wife. You freaking broke my heart and now I only have a half heart.” He slightly glanced at me pinched my nose.
He keeps his eyes closed his eyes after that while his hand ru-bbe-d my back.
“Give me back the other half of my heart,” his silly words make me hollered with a light chuckle.
“What have I done, Dom? Explain to me.” I demanded but no response.
“Hey, talk to me,” I called him and patted his face lightly but no response. He ignored me.
“Seriously, Dominic Duncan. Just like that and you left me with the missing puzzle? I’m not even scolding you yet for leaving me alone during our dinner time,” I let out my frustration.
Without realizing it, I drift to sleep in his arm that night; a very de-ep sleep.
💞💞 Mine 💞💞
( You’re mine )
Written by Authoress Yesha 📒📒📒
Episode 26
Dominic POV✨✨✨
I woke up in the morning and I felt a heavy thing on my che-st. I turned my eyes to look at the object and the view in front of my eyes fascinating me ma-king myl-ips curve a smile.
I re-moved the loose strands of hair that covered her beautiful face behind her ears. I wanted to see her morning face clearly.
I ca-ressed her cheek and saw her skin twitched. I chuckled silently with her reaction. I clutched to her and k!$$£d her forehead.
I tried to recall things that happened last night but it felt like there were some missing pages that I can’t remember.
I only recalled that I requested William to make me drun!kand asked him not to let me drive back home. So I guess he was the person that s£nt me home last night.
I stared at her slee-ping figure that lies on my che-st with her hand wra-pped nicely on my w@!st.
Put aside the things that I can’t remember about last night, I’m more interested in the beautiful figure that sle-pt beside me at this moment.
As I can recall this was the first time she entered my room and not to mention that it was the first time she sle-pt on our wedding be-d after four months of marriage.
My mind suddenly remembered the picture that brou-ght chaos to me yesterday.
I slowly re-moved my hand and lifted her head from my che-st. I placed her gently on the be-d to avoid waking her up.
I really want to spend my weekend cudd-ling with her on the be-d but this wasn’t the right time. I don’t want to talk to her until I sort out everything about the picture.
I walked to the bathroom and rushed for my morning routine. I nee-d to go before she awake.
Arabella POV✨✨
I t©uçhed the side of the be-d and it was empty. I ru-bbe-d my eyes and looked at the phone to check on the time.
The phone shows at 9 o’clock. I looked around my surroundings and only then the reality hit me.
I g@sped as I just realized that I sle-pt in his room and I check on my clothes just to make sure that nothing happened last night. I do trust him but not with his drun!kcondition.
“Dominic,” I called out his name and walked around the room but he was nowhere to be seen.
I’m wondering where he might be at this time. Ah, probably waiting for me downstairs for breakfast. My inner voice answered me and I smiled at that thought.
I left the room and hurried my morning routine. Without del@yany seconds, I went downstairs re-ady to meet him.
I saw Aunt Monica was busy preparing breakfast. My eyes lingered around tried to find him.
“Good morning aunt,” I greeted which she greeted me back with her sincere smile.
“Have you seen Dominic?” I asked when I noticed he wasn’t there. I expected to see him here waiting for me for breakfast.
“Oh, he left early today. He has an urgent meeting that he nee-ds to attend this morning,” she explained which brou-ght disappointment to me.
“Really? Meeting?” I asked in disbelief. I felt like he purposely makes up some excuses to avoid me. I really can’t figure out the reason but truly it made me upset. I sighed, dislike this feeling.
“Aunt, it’s ok. Just leave it here. I lost my appetite to eat. I will be in my room.” Aunt Monica looked my way. I knew she will try to persuade me to have breakfast.
“No, Ara. You nee-d to have your breakfast if not your g@stric will attack you like last time,” she reminded me about my bad g@stric which I aware of.
I don’t care about it. I really not in the mood to eat anything or to have breakfast, especially when I’m alone.
I took the sandwich and a cu-p of milk from the table. “Then I will be eating in my room,” I informed her with a fake smile and leaving the dining room to my room.
I placed the food on the nightstand near my be-d and ignored it.
I took out my drawing book and move my pencil to draw something to let out the feelings that suppressed me.
Anger, disappointment, frustration, furious, sad, upset, or maybe it was the mixture of all of it. I guess I’m expecting too much from him or I get used to eat with him every time we are at home.
Maybe it is time to change this habit.
I didn’t realize what time I fall asleep on my be-d while holding my sketchbook.
I woke up due to the throbbing pain that hit me at my upper p@rt of my abd0m£n.
I started to feel nausea and bloated stomach which caused me to curl my b©dy on the be-d and pressed the painful p@rt with my hand.
I looked at the sandwich on the nightstand which I should eat earlier but appeared unt©uçhed as I fall asleep.
I nee-d to take medicine before it’s getting worst. I walked downstairs headed to the medicine box but my eyes suddenly bec@m£ blurred. I tried to call for help but my mouth can’t utter any words.
The last thing that I remembered my b©dy hit the cold floor.
TBC 💢💢💢💢