DomenicoThe moment I crossed the threshold, Gail's voice slithered through the air like a serpent draped in velvet, each word dripping with the saccharine sweetness of fake. "Honey, I made pasta for supper," she cooed, her syllables curling into my ears with the subtlety of a sledgehammer to crystal. A voice so fake that even the dumbest child could see through.With a dismissive grunt, I shrugged off the weight of her words along with the tailored suit jacket that clung to my broad shoulders; it fell to the floor in a heap of expensive fabric and unspoken disdain. I didn't give Gail the satisfaction of my attention, didn't let her see the flicker of irritation that danced behind my eyes—because if I did, if I allowed myself to truly acknowledge her presence, I would be compelled to send her away once more, to cast her out into the cold reality from which she desperately sought refuge. What I need is for her to leave me the fuck alone and return to her father’s house. Well, the probl
Domenico"Oh, baby, you seem so tired; let me give you a massage.” The words slithered from her lips, coated in the syrupy tone of feigned concern. The falseness of it swirled around me like a nauseating perfume. "You are working too hard, Dom.”As the word 'Dom' rolled off Gail's tongue, it was as if she drew it from a well of insincerity, each syllable dripping with the saccharine sweetness of artificiality. The sound of my name in her voice was like a poorly played melody, grating against the walls of my consciousness. However, when another person—a particular young woman whose image flickered like a candle flame in the back of my mind—whispered that name, it resonated with a symphony of desire and possession."Dom," she would say, and oh, how differently it sounded. There was a purity to it, an innocence laced with the promise of something primal. It stirred within me a beast that lay dormant, biding its time beneath layers of control and denial.“At least you are now starting to
DomenicoI really can’t stand Gail. Women these days are clever. Can't she fucking see that I don’t want her around? Women are clever these days; they don’t stay where they are not wanted, but this mosquito won’t leave me the fuck alone. I know to her it’s never about love; it’s about power. She and her excuse of a father want power and protection because I am the fucking king. But one thing I will never give Gail is my attention. Mother, no matter how hard I try to be a loving fiancé, as humans call it, I just can’t fucking love that mutt.I pull out my phone with the intention of calling Kate, but my fingers have other plans for me. I found myself calling Juicy J. I clung to the phone as it rang, and as I was about to hang up, a beautiful voice almost sounded like one belonging to my little mate answered. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Juicy J was my little Jade, but that little girl is far too innocent to talk dirty like Juicy J.Maybe, just maybe, I need to meet Juicy J and then
DomenicoThe chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, turning every glass, plate, and fork into instruments of light, casting prismatic shadows over my brooding form—shadows that seemed to mock the turmoil twisting inside me. The golden hue of the restaurant's walls was supposed to provide a comforting embrace, yet tonight, it felt as if they were closing in, suffocating me with the scent of gourmet dishes and the murmur of contented diners. I sat there, an island of discontent amidst a sea of luxury, flanked by my ever-watchful bodyguards who stood like silent sentinels."Sir," one of them murmured, his voice barely breaking the hum of conversation around us, "will you need anything while you wait?" As if I were waiting for anything meaningful, but nah! My own doom!I glanced up from my clenched fists, knuckles turned white, the fine lines of my suit doing nothing to dispel the disarray of my spirit. "No," I replied, my voice a soft growl that belied the tempest within. "just...
GailI followed Dark because I could feel something wasn't right; the man who was supposed to be mine wasn't into me at all. I'm desperate right now, and I don't even know what to do. First, he made me feel like shit in front of the Kate girl who worked in our penthouse for 2 days, and now I'm sensing there is another woman in the picture.Come to think of it, that girl is Kate, and there is another Kate that he's seeing. Do I have to change my name to Kate for Dom to look at me?I really don't know what to do, and I'm running out of time. I should be the queen, not going up and down trying to find out who has Dark’s heart.The way I'm so mad, I should be using my wolf spread to run to wherever he went. I can't believe humans are in denial, and they don't believe creatures like us exist. But I swear to the goddess that if this Kate woman is the one, or worse, his mate, I will not hesitate to kill her. I will not let any human stand in my way of being the queen. Not on my watch.With a
When Jade discovered that her mother had stolen her educational funds, she decided to pursue the man her mother desired. It was all a game, but what will Jade do when she discovers Domenico Lombardi is her phone sex client, Dark? “You think you can tame an old daddy like me?” Mr. Domenico Lombardi’s stone-like voice makes me nervous, but I’m not backing down; I know what I want. “Yes,” I added a nod to confirm it but cursed internally at my luck. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and here I am trying to tame a man old enough to be my father. It is said that the apple does not fall far from the tree. I guess I am truly Kate’s daughter. I had an internal laugh at my stupidity. He scoffed, and I responded by nodding once more while watching the darkening of the silvery gray pupils in his eyes. How come? I brush it off as his cold eyes wash over me. Domenico Lombardi’s presence makes me squirm. When I’m around him, I get the impression that I’m being judged and ignored at every turn. “Ho
~Jade’s POV~ I hate the sound. It is the most vexing sound on the planet. I mean, I’m not in high school anymore. I reached for the nightstand to turn off the alarm, but I pressed the snooze button. After 5 minutes, the ridiculous sound came back on again as I was about to fall asleep again. I grumbled, closed my eyes, and drew the blanket closer to my face, hoping to fall asleep. “Wake up, Jade. Don’t forget you have an interview today.” “Just 15 minutes, Dad.” “Baby, no one will take you seriously if you arrive late.” It annoys me he was right. With a deep grunt, I kicked open the blankets. I hate adulting. I mean, I have to find a job. Three months ago, I was a girl with dreams, and working wasn’t one of them. Not yet, but knowing how things are at home, I need to work to help my father. I immediately walked into the bathroom, took care of my business, showered, and picked out what to wear for my interview: a black pencil skirt with a high waist that fit my curves and ended just
~Jade’s POV~ My ride arrived while I was still bawling. How could he be so cruel to me? Why he didn’t even give me a chance to prove myself? I am not worth standing before him dressed like this? Could it be the choker? Why did he have to pass judgment on my personality because I wore a choker? I unzipped my bag and took out a tissue. “Are you alright, ma’am?” As he drove on, the driver inquired. “I’m sorry, bad day.” “It’s too early to have one, but some people are designed to ruin our days, especially the rich ones.” His words made me laugh. “Thank you.” “You are welcome.” The man stated. The rest of the ride was peaceful. The car came to a halt in front of the bank. I went down, rated the man’s service, and tipped him. The bank wasn’t very busy, so I waited a few minutes for someone to assist me. Before gaining access to my funds, the banker began asking me a few questions. As he typed, I noticed a puzzled expression on his face. He then sighed. “How much did you say was here?