Dominic's POV

"Why would you try to ruin an innocent girl's life?" Nick raised his voice at me.

"Ruin her life? I want to spend the rest of my life with her." I defend myself.

"You're not good for her, Dominic. You're broken, damaged and toxic. You want nothing from life except violence and sex. How do you know this isn't lust? How do you know once you fuck her, you won't be bored with her? You'll break her to pieces because you're fucked up and never had a heart."

"Nicholas!" I frown. He's not wrong, there's no guarantee with someone like me but how could he speak to me like this?

I thought he'd be happy for me. I thought he'd celebrate with me that I'm trying to push towards something better.

"Am I wrong, Dom? Tell me I'm wrong and I'll walk away from this." He challenges me.

"It doesn't fucking matter. Leave me the fuck alone." I say.

That night, after the business deal went through, I drank my night away with Nick's words buzzing in my ears.

You're broken, damaged and toxic.

How do you know once you fuck her, you won't be bored with her?

You'll break her to pieces because you're fucked up and never had a heart.

Once I woke up in my hotel room, I couldn't remember anything from that night. I don't have clothes on, only a blanket covering my crotch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck did I do last night?!

It's not even that it was a blur, I couldn't fucking remember. It's as if I blacked out for all of it.

That's not normal, I always remember. Hell, I don't even get drunk after 10 shots of any type of alcohol because of the tolerance I had built up over the years of training. I barely had four shots last night. Four-fucking-shots.

I feel sick. It's not even the feeling of hungover, it feels like there's poison in my system.

"Fuck!" I run my fingers through my hair. "Could someone have spiked my drink?"

I jump out of the bed when things start clicking. "Fucking hell. Inaya!"

Someone must've gone after her.

• • •

I don't waste one single second once I step out of the car. I run to the front door of my house and I slam open the door in a hurry only to find Inaya sitting on the couch, staring at a blank wall.

"Inaya...?" I call out her name.

Her eyes slowly drift towards me.

Something isn't right.

"Look who it is!" Her voice unsteady. "It's the man who only knows how to break my heart!"

She walks towards me only to stumble a couple of times before she reaches me.

I stop at my tracks, I know exactly what's wrong.

She's not drunk... the way she's talking... it has to be some kind of drugs.

Did someone fucking dope her up?

But I can tell it isn't any harmful dosage or else she wouldn't be able to move, let alone utter a single word.

"You, mister, you're in big trouble." She pokes at my chest.

"Who did this to you?" I ask, ignoring her statement.

"You never listen to me." She pouts. "You make me so sad."

Fuck, I wanna kiss those pouty lips so fucking bad.

I raise a brow. "Why is that?"

"You tease me, excite me and then leave me." She rests her head on my chest. "Your heartbeat sounds so pretty! Just like your piano playing!" She giggles.

She's completely out of it. She's lost her sense of control. Whoever gave her drugged, gave her just slightly more than a normal amount; they knew exactly what they were doing.

Every inch of me wants to take advantage of this situation; like ask her things that she'd never answer when she's sober.

"What about me? Am I not pretty?" I laugh.

"No!" She answers a bit too quickly, making me frown. Then, she whispers, "You're handsome, you're hot. My, oh my, you're every girl's fantasy."

I smirk and wrap my arms around my tipsy princess while resting my chin on her head. "Oh, is that the case?"

She looks up at me with crinkled brows, "Don't act like you don't know. You know very well and you use that pretty face of yours to your benefit all the time. No wonder women want to do everything for you."

All this attitude from her isn't helping her case, neither is it helping mine because my need for her is only growing.

"And what would you do for me?" I ask in a low, seductive tone.

"So many things! I want to do so many things but I won't, I can't." She giggles.

"Care to explain those things?" I raise a brow, daring her to show me.

She only looks at me with a playful smile on her face.

"How about this?" She leans in and places her soft lips on mine. She tangles her fingers into my hair and pulls on it slightly. Suddenly, she becomes, to a faint degree, a little rough as she pushes herself against me, deepening the kiss herself.

She tugs at my shirt and I pull off my shirt so quickly that it was over before I could blink.

"This is very tempting." She says to herself, making me smirk.

Her hands trace down my abs, sending chills down my body. Her touch is instantly electric against my skin. Her fingers slide down to the hem of my pants as she locks them on it.

My dick is painfully hard because of how fucking turned on I am. Every part of me wants some goddamn release!

"I didn't know you had a beast hidden in you, amore mìo." I whisper in between kisses. "Fuck, you're such a sexy tease."

She's getting rough with me and it's turning me on so fucking much that if I go any further, I might not be able turn back around.

She pulls away with a big grin on her face. "Does that answer your question about what I want to do to you?"

"Very much but also, not enough." My breathing is still heavy from what just happened. "I can't wait to fuck you till you can't say anything except my name."

Instantly, expression saddens.

Goddamn it, did I ruin it?

"Do you want to only marry me because you want that one chance to sleep with me?" She slowly rests her head back on my bare chest. "Because if that's the case... just tell me... I want to—I want to prepare my heart beforehand."

"That's... that's not it." I stumble with my words.

"Really?" Her voice tone goes up in excitement.

Why is she so fucking adorable?

"Then, can you please stop hurting me? I'll still love you and I don't expect anything back but I don't like being hurt. " She sounds like a child.

That felt like a stab in the chest. I tighten my grip around her waist.

Wait, did she just say—"You'll still what?"

"I'll still love you, silly! But I'll love you either way. I'll just appreciate it if you're a bit more careful around me. I'm not as strong as I used to be. The world's a scary place." The order of her sentences are starting to not make sense.

However, I know what I heard but does she mean it?

"You... you love me?"

"Yes, I love you! I'm so madly in love with you that it's actually frustrating. Sometimes, I hate how easily I fell in love with you but I know I wouldn't change it for the world..." Her voice drops to a whisper, "I'll always be here for you."

She looks up at me and giggles, "Your chest is so hard. It's like a rock!" She pretends to knock on it.

She places her hands on my cheeks. "Don't be hard on yourself! I love you!"

She loves me.

She loves me.

She loves me.

Before I could say anything, suddenly, her eyes lose focus and her legs begin to give out. Whatever was in her system is slowly wearing off.

"Woah!" She laughs as she tips over.

I quickly grab her and carry her in my arms.

Will she remember anything she just said? Or will it be better off that she doesn't remember?

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A/N: just a little hint about the next update - it will be a little raw in the sense of the emotions that Inaya had been holding in. Prepare yourselves! 😬

On another note, I think I'm getting sick. I can't be sick now, school just started! ☹️😤

Next Update: Wednesday, January 8, 2020.