“Well, what do you guys think? Think he can join our little house band?” Dominique asked.
“He’s good. I say yes,” Melissa replied.
“I agree,” Post said.
“Well, Nathaniel, it looks like you’re in if you want to be. I’ll warn you, though, we don’t get paid. We just do this for fun. We practice twice a week and play once a week on Fridays for at least an hour.”
“I don’t need the money. I told you, I’m doing this because I love to play, and it helps me relax.”
“It couldn’t all be bad. You were engaged, were you not?” “Yeah. I thought he loved me. He was so sweet at first. He always brought me flowers or just texted me to say hello. After about a year, the romance died out some, but we were comfortable with each other. We never lived together, but we always stayed at each other’s houses. We practically lived together. Then after about three years, he started working late all the time, or he would go out drinking. He started breaking plans with me and forgetting I was supposed to be at his house. When he would come home, he would be surprised I was there, and he would also be plastered. I put up with it for a couple of years because I did love him. But that last year, he was vicious with the things he said. He hit me once when I got in his face about the drinking. That was it for me. I started going to his job and found out he wasn’t working. I would wait until he left his house and follow him. That’s when I found out about the woman he sl
Dominique and I began to text each other regularly. It was nice getting to know her, but I did wish to hear her voice on the phone when I wasn’t at the club. I let her have this as she seemed nervous about getting to know me. I went to the bar regularly to play in the band and see her. Sometimes I could even get her to dance with me or play pool. I thought things were going well until her bartender died. That’s when everything blew up on me. I came into the bar and sat down at our usual table. I had smelled Tim before I ever saw him. He was behind the bar. Dominique came over off and on during the night, but she kept looking at the bar. Finally, I asked her to dance. I held her close, but I could definitely feel Tim’s eyes on us. “Dominique, may I ask you a question?” “Sure. You’ve never asked me before if it was okay. Why start now?” Dominique replied. “Is that your ex-fiancé?” “Yep,” Dominique sighed. “Why would he be behind the bar?” “Well, my bartender died, and no
Why couldn’t she see that I didn’t want anyone else? I was trying so hard not to say or do the wrong thing. She kept saying she wasn’t into Tim, but that blush a few minutes ago said something had happened. I walked up to her and said, “I’m not looking for anyone else. I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to come my way.” “Um, okay. Where would you like to go?” Dominique asked. “I would like to take you back to La Nobles. You seem to like it there. Then we can go to a movie. And perhaps after that, we can just go walking so we can talk.”
“I get the feeling this friendship is one-sided. Whenever I ask you about yourself, you basically shut down. How will I ever decide if I want more than friendship from you if you don’t let me in?” Dominique asked. I sighed. “I suppose you’re right. What would you like to know, Dominique?” “How did you meet your wife?” My face shut down, but I did finally answer her. “I met her one day while I was out riding. She was younger than me by a few years. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. We were both very young when we met.” “What drew you to her?” Dominique asked. I smiled. “She was so alive. The woman had a temper, but underneath there was a kindness I had never known from a woman. Most women in my life were not there for me. They were only there for one thing. I will not lie and say I did not take them up on that offer.” “Do you honestly think someone could bring you as much happiness and love as you had with her?” “Yes, I do,” I said as I looked at her knowi
I went to the club as it was band night, and they were all set up to play. Once the club was fully opened and everyone was there, we all got on stage and played for an hour. After playing, Dominique sat at the corner table she had marked hers. Post and I came and sat with her. Post started talking about her project and wondered when she would do the final test. She looked at him and then at me. “I honestly haven’t thought about it, Post. Can we talk about this later?” “Yeah, sure. I just didn’t know if you had talked to Melissa, about it yet or not.” “You’re working on a project?” I asked. “Ow!” Post exclaimed as Dominique kicked him under the table. “What did you do that for?” “I am taking it that I was not to know about this project?” I asked. Dominique sighed and said, “No one knows about it but me, Post, and Melissa. I was trying to keep it that way until I got it right for release.” “Oh. I can leave if you want to talk to Post and Melissa. However, I must say you
She looked like she was about to cry. I knew her imperfections bothered her, but they didn’t bother me a bit. I kissed her again, softly this time. I grabbed her butt and picked her up off the ground, and she quickly wrapped her legs around me. Fear wafted off her, and I realized she didn’t like being picked up. I carried her to the bed and crawled onto it while holding her. I laid her on the bed and broke the kiss. I kissed a trail down her neck and to her breasts. Dominique gasped when I took her breast into my mouth. I sucked on her nipple and flicked my tongue across it simultaneously. Her body heated up under mine. I moved over to the other breast and paid it just as much attention. Dominique pushed her hands into my hair. I was going crazy feeling her beneath me, in my hands, and in my mouth. I kissed my way over her stomach and licked across her scar. She moaned, and that just drove me mad. My hands went down her sides and then down her thighs. I used my fingertips until I
“Tell Dominique I will be waiting for her downstairs, please,” I said to Post. I walked back downstairs and headed straight for the bathroom. I grabbed several paper towels and wet them down. Then, I closed the stall door and cleaned myself up as best as possible. I would forever remember tonight, even if Dominique refused to be with me again. But at the same time, this made me want her even more in real life. Would it feel like that in real life as well? I finished up, walked over to the table we always sat at, and waited for her. I saw Post come down and get Melissa. She went upstairs, and a few minutes later, she came back down with Dominique. Was Dominique really that embarrassed by what we had done? Or was she ashamed of it? I watched her walk over to the bar, and Tim walked over. He sniffed the air and said something to her. She said something to him, and he went to fix her a drink. I could tell he was very unhappy about something. I grinned. He could probably smell her an
I sat beside Dominique at the bar. She had steadily been drinking since the incident earlier. She looked at me and then went back to her drink. Finally, she polished it off and stood up slowly. I was worried about her driving home tonight as she was too drunk to even stand up without weaving. “Why don’t you let me take you home tonight?” I asked. “I don’t drink and drive, Nathaniel. I didn’t drive here tonight, so I drowned my anger in the booze. Normally I don’t drink a lot because of how I got before. But, since Tim gave me a ride here and is taking me home, I’m okay.” “Tim brought you here? Why are you allowing him to come to your home and give you rides if you are not interested in him?” I was trying really hard to reign my anger in, but it was definitely not working. I could feel the muscle in my jaw ticking. I watched as her face contorted in anger as well. I had promised her no more jealousy, but I couldn’t help it. “Because I can hang out with whomever I want. Furthermo