Close to Breaking
1007 Words
Scarlett – POV
The next morning, the world felt louder.
Her body was slow, heavy, sick in waves. The limo scene haunted her, not because of regret—but because she had none.
And that terrified her.
Dominic had claimed her like she was his to own. And worse, she’d let him. Welcomed him.
She stood over the bathroom sink now, toothbrush in one hand, the other clutching the marble counter as a sharp wave of nausea swept over her.
No. Not now.
Not today.
She hadn’t told him. Couldn’t.
A second line on a pregnancy test wasn’t just a secret—it was a ticking bomb. One that would change everything between them. Again.
She shut her eyes tight, swallowing hard.
When she opened them, he was standing in the doorway.
Towel around his hips.
Hair damp.
Eyes locked on her.
“You’re pale.”
“I didn’t sleep.”
He stepped inside. “You look like you’re about to faint.”
“I’m fine,” she snapped too fast.
He didn’t believe her.
“I’m calling the doctor.”
“No.”
“Scarlett.”
“I said no,” she said, turning away, too quickly—
And the room tilted.
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Dominic – POV
He caught her before she hit the floor.
Scarlett collapsed into his arms like a warning sign, breath shallow, body trembling.
His mind screamed a thousand things—panic, fury, confusion. But all he could do was scoop her up and carry her to the bed.
She blinked up at him, dazed. “I just skipped breakfast. That’s all.”
Bullshit.
Dominic knelt beside her, jaw tight.
“You’ve been acting strange for days. Sick in the mornings. Tired. Moody.”
She looked away.
His voice dropped. “Are you pregnant?”
Her breath froze.
And in that second of silence—he had his answer.
He stood abruptly.
She sat up, pulling the sheets around her like armor.
“You don’t get to lie to me,” he said. “Not anymore.”
“I’m not lying.”
“You’re hiding.”
She swallowed. “If I am… it’s because I don’t trust you.”
He stared at her. Hurt flickered in his eyes—but vanished fast.
He turned and walked out.
But not far.
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Scarlett – POV
She followed him down the hall.
“Dominic, wait.”
He didn’t.
The tension in the air was molten.
She grabbed his arm. “If I am pregnant—”
“You are.”
She paused.
“I haven’t confirmed it.”
“You just did.”
He turned slowly.
Something dark simmered in his eyes. Something beyond anger.
Possession. Fear. Desire. And something else—pain?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
“Because I didn’t know how.”
He stepped toward her. “You carry my child and you still try to run?”
“I didn’t ask for this!”
“You asked for one night.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Neither is falling for the woman who keeps trying to disappear.”
She gasped.
He stepped closer.
So close, her back hit the hallway wall.
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Dominic – POV
He couldn’t control it anymore.
The fear. The need. The ache in his chest.
He cupped her face roughly. “Tell me. Right now.”
“I… I think I’m pregnant.”
His breath caught.
“I didn’t want you to know until I was sure.”
“And what were you going to do when you were?” he asked, voice hard. “Run again? Lie to my face?”
She looked down.
That’s when he tilted her chin.
And kissed her.
Not soft.
Not rough.
But real.
And when she melted into him, he lifted her.
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Scarlett – POV
Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried her to the bathroom.
Steam still hung in the air from his shower. The glass fogged over.
He pressed her against the cold tile wall, lips trailing down her throat.
“Dominic…”
“You should’ve told me.”
“I was scared.”
“You still are.”
She didn’t reply.
His hand slid under her shirt.
“No bra?”
“I… forgot.”
“You forget a lot when I’m near you.”
Her lips parted.
“Like how to say no.”
He slid his fingers down her panties. She was already wet.
She gasped.
He pressed a kiss to her ear.
“You’re mine.”
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Dominic – POV
She whimpered when his fingers found her spot.
“Ahh—Dominic—hah…”
“You’ve been so disobedient lately.”
“Please—”
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
“I am.”
“More—hah—please—”
He smiled.
“Get in the shower.”
She obeyed.
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Steamy Shower Scene
Water poured down her skin as he stepped in behind her.
His hands roamed freely now—no more hesitations. Her back arched into him, the heat from the water nothing compared to the heat between them.
He turned her around, pressed her to the glass, and lifted her again.
Their bodies slid together, soaked and desperate.
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered.
“I don’t care.”
He entered her with a deep, slow thrust.
She cried out.
“Hah—yes—don’t stop—”
He gripped her hips, driving harder, deeper, each movement echoing through the tiles.
“You belong to me,” he growled.
“Yes—yes—yours—”
She shattered in his arms.
And he wasn’t far behind.
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Later That Night
They didn’t speak much.
Scarlett lay in bed, one hand over her stomach.
Dominic sat beside her, staring at the city lights.
After a long silence, he whispered, “I’ll protect you. Both of you.”
She closed her eyes.
And for the first time in years… she almost believed him.
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