Married To Bury His Secrets: Caught Between Two CEOs

Chapter Five

Dominic Coleman was the spitting image of his father in a lot of things, including his face, physique and that deep, brooding voice. But he did not seem to inherit his father's attitude or patience.

While he placed his jacket on my shoulders, his driver pulled his car up close to where we stood.

"Well? Get in." His words sounded more like a command than a request. But I did not complain. I did not want to care. I tried forgetting that soon this would be my life as the wife of the infamous Dominic Coleman.

Both of us sat in the backseat with a wide enough space between us.

"Take us home," Dominic said to his driver, a man dressed in a black suit and dark shades.

"Home?"

No response.

"Where are you taking me?" I tried to hide the distress in my voice.

Dominic only smirked in response, his pale red lips curling upward in the process.

So I faced the driver instead. "Take me to my house, mister!"

"216 Evergreen Street, the first house on the block, you can't miss it."

To this Dominic responded. "There it is. I love a woman who can take charge."

He faced the driver, "take her home." He nodded in response.

I was finally calm and after a few minutes we were at my place. 216 Evergreen Street.

The doors to the posh, black SUV remained locked, even after I tried opening it twice. I turned around to face Dominic, my eyes doing all the talking as I looked him straight in the eyes.

"I guess I will see you tomorrow after all," he said before signaling to his driver through the rearview mirror to unlock the door.

"What? Tomorrow?"

No response. Dominic seemed to draw pleasure from my curiosity. He sat quietly in the dark interior of the backseat, his straight black hair, thick eyelashes and pitch black shirt contrasting perfectly with his smooth, flawless fair skin.

Finally, I decided that I had had enough of his games for one night so I got out of the car.

"I'll pick you up at six thirty, Miss Williams."

"Don't be late." Then the car sped off into the distance.

That night, as I sat up in bed in my empty house deciding which of my father's things I would throw away, give away or keep to myself, I also thought of Dominic's words, his puzzles.

There was something about him. It annoyed me, frustrated me even.

The next day, at school, I searched for Lily. I had texted her multiple times, left hundreds of missed calls, none of which were returned. So I went to her dorm room.

Her roommate, Chloe, was the only one in the room when I got there.

"Have you seen Lily? I haven't been able to reach her for the longest time."

"I've had the same problem. Her things are gone too. It's like she just up and vanished into thin air." I looked to Lily's side of the two-person room and sure enough, all of her things were gone.

So I went back to my room, anxious, panicked and expectant of a call from my best friend.

Later that evening, when the knock on my door came, I jumped up from bed, and hurried to open it, half asleep, half naked.

As soon as I opened the door, his eyes strayed to my body, assessing my chest and my hips, as if trying to decide if they were adequate for him. Up and down his eyes traveled, before returning to my face.

His eyebrows shot up and he had this look of satisfaction. "Impressive."

I shut the door quickly. My face flushed with embarrassment as I rushed to put a shirt over the bra and shorts I was wearing.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Coleman?" I was loud enough that he could hear from the other side of the door.

"Call me Dominic."

"What do you want, Dominic?"

"Six thirty, it's time for our date."

I sat back on my bed, contemplating whether to open the door or not. But he was not so patient, Dominic pushed the door open from outside, walking into the room like he owned the place.

"Excuse me?"

"I figured you were done putting on something more appropriate," he said as he walked towards where I sat with his hands behind his back.

"Though I prefer how you looked before you put the shirt on."

The way he looked into my eyes as he spoke, the way his eyes strayed occasionally to my body, as if trying to devour me, made me very nervous but I did not entirely hate it.

He stood right in front of me, his smooth, rich scent filling my nose.

He moved his hands from behind his back, revealing a package that looked like a gift bag.

"Open it."

I did as I was told, removing the contents of the bag.

"A dress and shoes? What am I supposed to do with these?"

"Wear them, to our date."

"I've got clothes of my own."

"Put it on. I'll be waiting outside in the car." He left almost immediately after that.

I wanted to protest but I needed the distraction from the date so thirty minutes after, I was out. The blue, evening dress he had got me fit like a glove.

For the first time since we met, Dominic Coleman had nothing to say. No snarky remark, no smirks, he just stood at the door of the car and stared.

"It's rude to stare."

He moved to open the door to his yellow Lamborghini for me. He was almost the perfect gentleman.

This time he drove the car himself and I sat in the passenger's seat. The entire time he was quiet.

He took us to a restaurant, a few minutes away from campus.

A porter led us in. "Right this way sir."

He pulled out a seat for me and started to order appetizers for us. He waited until the waiter was done taking the order before speaking to me.

"I called for this date so we could talk," he started.

"If you're smart, you'll find a way out of this sham engagement before the paperwork's finalized. You're not the first girl my father is trying to force me to settle down with and you won't be the last."