Part 15
1086 Words
*Genevieves’ pov*
I wake up slowly; sleep not leaving my mind easily. Stretching my arms to the sides I feel the bed around me is cold, unused. I open my eyes and see that one of the balcony doors is ajar and the white curtain covering it is lightly blowing in the breeze. Just from looking outside I could tell it was early morning.
I lean up on my elbows and look around the room, it must be the master suite of the house. The bed is a huge king, a wide tv on the wall across from it. There was a dresser underneath it and from here I could see there was a single picture frame on the dresser that held a picture of Dominic and a young woman with the same color dark hair as him.
′Sister?′ Probably... hopefully.
“Good morning, Genevieve,” Dominic says, walking in through the bedroom door in yesterdays pants and nothing else. He put my folded dress on the dresser under the tv.
I pull the sheet a little higher on my chest. I know its silly to try to cover myself now but I’m suddenly feeling a little self-conscious from his tone, “Good morning, Dom,” I whisper.
I notice he’s not smiling, he’s instead scowling. Definitely not a good sign after last night.
“Something the matter?” I ask, not sure what could’ve happened at this early in the morning already.
“No, it’s just, uh... I need you to get dressed so I can drive you home,” he says with a straight face.
My heart drops and my stomach churns. So, that’s it? I was just a lay for him? I gave him my virginity and he was kicking me out? I knew we probably weren’t going to start a relationship but I at least thought he’d let me have breakfast first.
′Should’ve known a guy like that wouldn’t want you to stay more than the night. You gave yourself to him too easily. Of course, he’d use you and then throw you out.′
I clenched my jaw and sighed, “Ok, give me a few minutes.” I was glad in that moment that I had inherited my dads’ pride because if not I would’ve probably asked what was wrong with me. Why didn’t he want me to stay? Carlyles’ don’t grovel or beg unless its something we really want or need, and I don’t want or need him.
He nodded once and I see a flash of something in his eyes; guilt or regret maybe, but then he left the room.
I quickly got up and pulled my dress on, not bothering to use the zipper.
I walk to the door and stepped out into the hallway. Sitting beside the door are my heels so I took a moment to put them on and then ran a hand through my hair, throwing it to one side. I walked down the steps and saw him standing in the foyer a few feet from the door, now donned in yesterdays button up as well.
“Let’s go,” I sighed as I walked past him to the door and opened it. I walked down the steps and over to his car which he had already unlocked. I didn’t even bother waiting for him to open the door for me as I got in and shut the door all before he was done locking the front door and walking down the steps.
The drive back into the city was quiet only for me telling him which roads to turn down. When we finally made it to the front of my apartment building I unbuckled my seat belt and grabbed the nîpple pasties that had fallen into the cup holders yesterday. I opened the door and placed a foot out of the door, “Have a wonderful rest of the weekend, Mr. Blackstone,” I said, low and cold, and climbed the rest of the way out, shutting the door more forcefully than was required but my pride and ego were bruised and for some reason I needed him to know that.
I did manage to not look back at all as I walked through the door, even though I could feel him staring a hole into the back of my head. When I made it to my apartment I chucked my dress over my head and into the hamper and tore the heels off my feet. I placed the pasties on the bathroom counter and started the shower, turning the heat up. I needed to wash off the feeling of his hands in my hair, his hands on my body, in my body and then I needed to sit in front of the tv in my underwear with a pint of ice cream for the rest of weekend.
Then and only then would I be ready for Monday, when I would have to get his breakfast, sit across from him all day, perhaps even have lunch with him.
I huffed and stepped into the shower and under the steaming water. From here on out, I would not try to seduce Dominic again and I would not flirt with him.
From here on out I would stick to myself. I wouldn’t pursue him or Jeremy or any man. I would just work my job, get my money, pay my bills and then come home. It would be just like college, no boys, not friends, no distractions.
The thought of not having Doms’ eyes on me all throughout the day caused my stomach to churn and for that very reason, I needed to push myself harder in bettering myself. I needed to give my parents no reason not to trust me and I needed them to think I was doing good on my own.
I only needed to work directly under Dom for about a year or two until I had experience and then move up in the company and away from him. I would have to suck it up and do it for my future.
From here on out, he would no longer be Dominic, Dom, Daddy, or Master. He would be Sir or Mr. Blackstone. Nothing more, nothing less.
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