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| 62 | You're The Cure
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[ D O M I N I C O ] “What? No. I-I didn't mean it like that.” Stuttering. Minimal eye contact. Hands fidgeting. The topic's making her uncomfortable. Or me being unusually candid is the reason she's feeling uneasy. “But you did think I was making it all up. For a second at least.” “I-I just didn't expect it.” Sephie blushes, then glances down at my crotch area, her voice even fainter than usual. “What you said about your, um...” “Performance issues,” I say before she could think about changing the subject. I grin when she covers her mouth. I sit closer to her, trying not to crack a smile, but I already feel my poker face slipping off. Not because I find her reaction hilarious. I'm on the verge of cracking up because sex talk still makes both of us uncomfortable. Like we're two clueless, horny teenagers dancing around the issue just to not seem desperate. Like she forgot that we already have an actual priest's blessing and permission to live as husband and wife. Or I'm ju
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] I'm a liar. Maybe the biggest hypocrite he's met. But I have to lie. If lying to Dominico's face is the only way to keep Pierre out of trouble, so be it. We may be estranged, but I can't put him in danger. I don't need another reason to feel shitty. Another reason to hate myself. If Pierre gets seriously hurt because of my involvement with Dominico and his family, I'll be carrying the burden of guilt for the rest of my life. “What did he say exactly?” Dominico eyes me with a scowl, his tone making me even more nervous. “What does he know about me?” Tension hangs thick in the air. I sit cross-legged on his covers, my fingers distractedly tracing patterns on the smooth fabric. “I don't know. I kept telling him to get lost. I was scared Paolo or Fico would see him and...” “It's just their job.” Yeah. They know a threat when they see one, but I still don't think Pierre would hurt me like that. “Why didn't you just tell me?” Dominico turns away from m
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] That first time didn't suffice. Now he's cornering me in this small and smelly convenience store restroom like it's the only way for us to have another conversation. A more serious and private one, at that. Does he want to kidnap me or something? Detain me somewhere far from Dominico and the bodyguards just so he can get all the answers he wants out of me? “What the heck are you doing?” Pierre locks the doorknob behind him and steps forward, his plain short-sleeved shirt a stark contrast to his dark slacks. “What does it look like I'm doing?” he mutters with fairly wrinkled brows. Without taking his eyes off me, he gets even closer and glances down at my dress. I avert my gaze and hold back a sigh. My heart is already banging against my ribs, but I can keep it together. For longer than a few minutes, I hope. Shucks. I want to hit my forehead for not locking the door the moment I stepped inside this restroom. But, too late. In my defense, I was on my phone
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[ D O M I N I C O ] Another familiar street. Another unpleasant family dinner. Another awkward confrontation to sit through. Or hostile. Depending on my father's mood. I focus on the busy road. This place has given me more bad memories than good ones. I've probably made more enemies than friends here in Genoa. But I don't mind the long drive. I'm alone tonight. For personal and safety reasons. Sephie will be safer at home with Paolo and Fico keeping an eye on the house. Also, she doesn't want or need to catch up with my parents. Seeing Pappa in person will only traumatize her again. As the sky dims, I step on the gas and grip the steering wheel. A tense knot grows in my stomach the more streets I pass by. Half an hour later, I'm pulling up to my father's mansion. The garage isn't empty. The front yard looks more crowded than usual. Mostly security staff. The guards stare and greet me with faint nods and smiles. I massage my neck and prolong a stoic expression. I get out o
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] “Where is he?” “Nasa kusina pa din.” [Still in the kitchen.] I sit up and stare at my mother's name on my phone until the black letters blur. I'm alone here in the living room, lounging on the sofa with my new textbook, waiting for the drilling noises to stop. They're not helping this stupid headache in any way, but I can't really complain. After all, not one room in this house belongs to me. I'm just the cook and part-time maid. Gardener, too, sometimes. “Making dinner?” my mom asks on the other end, sounding genuinely curious about Dominico's pastimes. “He cooks, too?” “Tapos na 'ko magluto. Wala na naman sa mood. Ayaw makipag-usap.” [I already cooked. He's not in a chatty mood again.] “Bakit?” [Why?] “I dunno,” is all I say, not bothering to feign a pleasant tone. Dominico and I haven't really talked last night. And the other night. I'm still not sure why he came home so late. My first guess is: he's been working on some backlogs. But my gu
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] No. No freaking way. Shit. We're in trouble. We're not gonna make it through the week. If his father finds out... “Last night?” Dominico just nods. Crap. I can't believe he... “Why didn't you say anything?” I grip his arms, our voices still hushed. My heart's already beating too fast, and I think he can feel it, too. We're still stuck in an embrace. I'm not letting go until he tells me the rest. “She said it's better I don't tell anyone.” “Hold on. You...” So he came home late because he was cutting a deal with someone else from Interpol? I don't know if it means he's not being investigated anymore. Or if he's never going to prison just because he snitched on his dad. Gee. I hope and pray to God my hunch is right. “Where's your phone?” Dominico pulls a face, his hands busy checking my skirt's pockets. My clean clothes rub against his sweaty arms and torso, but I couldn't care less. I just want to hear answers. A good explanation. “Not in there
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] I shouldn't have done that. I embarrassed him. Pissed him off, too, probably. Otherwise he would've tried to stop me from walking out. He would have already apologized twice and explained what he was doing in there. His phone wasn't anywhere near him, so I'm confident he wasn't sexting with his ex, or something. “He's just stressed out. Just trying to take his mind off everything,” I murmur to myself. I mean, I get it. It's just a way for him to deal with the stress. It's got nothing to do with me. I should be the one to apologize. For invading his personal space. I shouldn't have barged in like that. And I understand why he'd rather deal with his problems alone. Dom will say he's just being smart, cautious, and he doesn't want us to start having sex because the consequences won't help me or our situation in any way. Or is there another reason? Maybe he still believes what his father did to me traumatized me enough to discourage me from being i
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