DOM: Alliance Series Book Three (20)

Quit being a baby. He texted you. If he didn’t want you to text him back, he would’ve just said have a good night or it’s been fun or something like that. He specifically told you to text him back.

I pick the phone back up and unlock it again.

“Just send a normal text back.”

I stare at the keyboard.

Then I stare at the text Dominic sent me.

And then I start to feel guilty because he was kind enough to text right away, and he asked me to let him know when I got home. And I’ve been home for a while now.

But there’s about an hour of flying time between here and Chicago, so maybe this delay is perfect to catch him when he’s back on the ground.

“I can be normal.” My lips purse as I blow out a breath. “Think chill.”

I don’t know why the first person who pops into my brain when I say that is Aspen, my half sister, because she might be cool, collected, and proper when she has to be, but she’s not chill. She’s the opposite of chill.

My fingers tap against the letters, and I type out hi, then delete it.

Me: Hey.





Delete.

Me: Good evening, Dominic.





Oh my god. Delete.

I close my eyes.

I was acting like me, more or less, the whole time we were together. So I should keep acting like me.

Me: I’m home! Sorry I didn’t text sooner. I figured you’d be in the air, and I wanted to get all my crap unpacked before bed. And there was this guy today who bought me a new backpack, so I had to take the proper time to appreciate it because I was a little flustered when I got it. Hope your flight was smooth! And I’d love for you to return the favor.





Send.

Oh, wait! No!

Me: Sorry! I meant for you to return the favor of letting me know when you get home safely.





Send.

I groan.

Me: Not like return the favor “return the favor” because that was already very much returned.





Send.

Me: Not that you’d have to do that every time. It’s not expected or anything.





Send.

Oh my god, what is wrong with me!?

Me: Please delete these and block my number without showing your friends. That’s all I’ll ask of you.





My face is on fire.

It’s melted off.

I have no face anymore.

Which will make witness protection easy. Because clearly, I need to change my name and disappear.

I flip my phone over and put it back on the bed. Then I lay my hand over the top and press it into the mattress. Because maybe if I press hard enough, I’ll be able to push it into another dimension, and this will have never happened.

The phone vibrates, startling me.

And it keeps vibrating. Not with texts. With an incoming call.

He wouldn’t.

I pick my phone up, and sure enough, Big Guy is calling.

I almost don’t answer. Almost hit decline. But he knows I’m near my phone. I just sent him five text messages in a row.

I shut my eyes as I hit answer. Maybe it will help if I can’t see.

“Hello?” My voice comes out high pitched.

“Angel.” I can hear the smile in Dominic’s voice. “Just to be clear, you should absolutely expect me to return the favor when we’re together.”

His voice is pitched extra low, and the texture of it rattles in my chest.

“Oh,” I barely whisper.

“And, if I were a gentleman, I’d make sure you get at least two favors to every one of mine.”

I swallow.

“But also, if I were a gentleman, I wouldn’t have fucked you in a breastfeeding room, sucking on those big, beautiful titties while you bounced around on my lap.”

I choke on the air leaving my lungs.

“So, guess I’m not always a gentleman. But I can still promise that you’ll always get your favors.” Dominic pauses while my heart beats wildly out of control. “But save your favors for me. Alright, Mama?”

“I…” Holy orgasms, I’m about to come just from his words. “My favors are for you.”

“Good. Now get some sleep, Valentine.” Dominic slows his speech on my name, stretching it out for a fraction of a second longer, then he ends the call.

Boneless, I drop sideways onto the bed.

I hope we can see each other again soon.





CHAPTER 6





Val





My hand flies down to my phone the second it vibrates with a text.

Disappointment flares when I see Savannah’s name on the screen. Which I immediately feel bad about because I like Savannah. I like her a lot. She’s only been my sister-in-law for a couple of months, but she’s already my favorite family member. I just happen to be waiting for a text from someone else.

Or maybe he’s waiting for me to text first?

But since we both witnessed my texting disaster two nights ago, I think it’s safe to say that no one is expecting me to know proper texting etiquette.

I reply to Savannah, telling her that I’d love to come over for dinner next weekend.

It’ll be nice to see her, and I’ll need a break from sitting in my empty apartment fantasizing about Dominic.