His by Fiona Murphy

Author:Fiona Murphy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: italian mafia romance, forced marriage romance, virgin romance, bbw romance, curvy girl romance, age gap mafia romance, arranged marriage mafia
Publisher: Fiona Murphy
Published: 2020-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

15

Regina

It’s been six days since we arrived in Chicago. After the day in the library I had thought I was really going to give up, but only the next day Dominic changed my mind all over again. He found me in the library, asked me about the book I was reading. It was a love story. Hearing the title, he rolled his eyes and laughed at the absurdity of the love on which the whole story hinged.

The moment told me everything I needed to know. We would be one of those plastic couples who were together out of duty, not out of want, of need for each other. As badly as I wanted him, as afraid as I was that I had already fallen in love with him, I knew I had to leave to save my sanity. I couldn’t survive loving him without ever getting his love back.

I’m not even sure how it happened, but we’re on the same schedule. While Dominic is at the club I’m working on my translating. I need a few more hours of sleep than him and I hate the idea of him knowing I can’t settle unless he’s home, so I’m usually lying in bed when he comes in in the morning, with my alarm set for the same time as his in the afternoon. As soon as I hear the elevator notification I’m asleep.

When Dominic wakes up we have breakfast together, spending hours talking about his previous night and what will happen throughout his day. Normally, he would spend the morning with his father, only he’s not ready to see him yet.

It’s weird how not weird it is. I don’t feel like a prisoner. I’m not going stir-crazy considering I haven’t left the apartment since the second day. It was just supposed to be a dental cleaning but the damn dentist found a cavity. I left with a filling, a lecture to cut back on sugar and a gross tube of fluoride toothpaste.

Dominic is the perfect fucking gentleman, no more kisses, not even a simple touch. Which I’m telling myself is a good thing. Why do I miss it so much? There might not be any touching, but there is definitely mind-fucking. Every day Dominic draws me deeper into him. He smiles more, laughs, teasing as he wants to know my every thought and opinion and fear. He casually talks about our future as if it were a given.

He calls me his wife. It didn’t matter we haven’t said the words, I am wearing his ring, I’m his. As his, it his responsibility to take care of me, anything I could want or need is provided, any casual mention of something is answered, often within hours. Despite my every attempt against it, I’m falling for Dominic.

It isn’t until the afternoon of the seventh day, with our wedding just three days away, when I finally get the opening I was beginning to give up on. Of all people it’s Johnny who gives it to me.

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