-Alaina-

The searing pain running through my head wakes me, the blazing sunlight offering no help.

As I sit up, the throbbing ache rattles through my ears and head.

I hear a slight click at the door, turning my head to look, I watch the door knob turn ever so slowly.

I feel myself literally growing giddy like a child.

Fucking giddy.

His gorgeous faces appears from the dark doorway, holding multiple objects.

Our eyes lock and a boyish grin breaks out on his face.

He leans against the doorway, his eyes never straying from me as they travel up and down.

Biting his lip, he pushes himself off the door frame, taking achingly slow steps towards me.

Leaning in close, his hands pressed onto the bed, he looks straight into my eyes.

"Good morning, love." he looks at my lips and I place a finger on his, blocking him.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet." I say softly, dying to kiss him.

His hand snakes up, gripping my arm and pulling it down.

"I honestly couldn't give a shit." his lips are pressed firmly on mine before he pulls away, placing a warm cup of coffee in my hands.

"Hows the hangover, amore?" he slightly holds back a laugh.

I roll my eyes, taking a small sip of the drink in my hands, swarming my body with heat.

A plate appears before me, 2 slices of toast and some form of medication.

Without hesitation, I swallow the pills with the coffee and lay down with the plate is my grasp.

"Thank you, Dom."

"Anything for you, Alaina." he gets up to leave.

"Hey." I stop him, wrapping my hand around his wrist. "Stay here for a while? Just until I have to leave for work."

He doesn't say a word as he lays on the other side of the bed, leaning on his elbows.

I quickly go to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and all the stuff I need.

Laying back down, I finish the toast.

Over the course of around 10 minutes, hes made his way over to me painfully slowly, resting his head on my stomach, his body between my legs.

I grab a tissue from the end table and wipe all the crumbs off my hands.

Looking back down, his chin rests just below my belly button, his tired eyes gazing up at me intently.

I place my hand in his hair, playing with the loose curls on his head, his eyes closing at the feeling.

"I don't want to leave." I whisper gently, his eyes reopening.

"Call in sick and stay with me." he almost whines.

One day couldn't hurt, and Mr Davis would understand, I'm sure.

I pick up my phone, finding works contact.

As the dial tone sounds through my ears, I feel a cold shrill through my skin as Dom places his hands that are scattered with rings around my waist.

"Hello!" Mr Davis' cheerful voice suddenly sounds.

"Hey Mr Davis, is it okay if I take the day off today?" I internally cross my fingers.

"Oh, of course, dear! I completely forgot to let you know, we aren't open anyway! I have some things to do."

Dom trails kisses up my stomach, lifting my shirts slightly, continuing his path.

"Right. Let me know if you need anything okay?" I state breathlessly as he nears the edge of my bra, the butterflies swarming my stomach.

"Is everything okay, dear? You sound a little strange."

"Yeah, I'm amazing, actually, I'll see you tomorrow." I hang up, throwing the phone on the bed.

He lifts himself up, his face hovering inches above mine, brushing his lips with mine.

He looks into my eyes once more before slamming his lips onto my own.

"God, what are you doing to me, Alaina?" he mutters against my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

His hand starts to trail up and down my side, lifting up the shirt even further.

Nearing my shorts, he starts to place rough kisses down my neck, most likely leaving marks on the skin.

Just as he starts pulling on the waist band of my shorts, there's a loud knock at the door.

He doesn't stop, dragging the fabric down my legs.

The knocking continues and he drops his head in annoyance.

Placing a final kiss on my lips, he hesitantly stands up, me following.

He places a hand on my neck, stopping me in my tracks.

"Pants, baby." he says, amused.

"Oh yeah." I rub my forehead, laughing.

When I look back up, his eyes are raking down my body and my hands go to cover my self, out of instinct.

"You never have to hide from me, Alaina." he pulls my hands back, placing them around the back of his neck instead.

He grips my chin, keeping his eyes on mine and making sure I pay attention.

"Your so beautiful, perfect even. In every way, you shouldn't even have question whether I think you are or not, okay?" 

He pulls me out to the living room, and towards the rapid knocks.

I try to take a seat on the sofa, Dom's hand stopping me.

"What are you doing, baby?" I laugh, trying to sit down.

"Just come to the door with me, Alaina. Please." he groans.

As he opens the door, this gorgeous, tall blonde girl stands before us, her hair curled to perfection, not a strand out of place. 

Her waist was slim, the deep purple, silk dress hugging each curve perfectly. And the makeup.

The eyeliner flicked up at the perfect angle, browns and golds coating her eyelids.

My jaw drops open slightly at the sight of her, my confidence completely gone at this point.

"Dom." she breathes out, effortlessly, her voice laced with seduction, smirking at me.

Hiding behind him, I look down at the shirt and shorts, my hair in the messiest bun.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I say softly, I'm not even sure that they even heard me.

Hurrying into the bathroom, I lock the door and slide down against it onto the floor.

I can hear Dom yell for around 10 seconds before there's a huge slam, which I guess is the door.

I hope he didn't let her in.

I drag myself up, looking into the huge mirror that spreads across the bathroom wall.

Surely he would rather have someone like her, not whatever I am.

The flood of tears I've been holding begin to become unbearable to keep, my throat beginning to close.

Blinking rapidly, I try and keep them at bay until I get home.

I turn to the side, catching my reflection once more.

Maybe its time to renew the gym membership.

His footstep near, only his and I let out the biggest sigh of relief.

"Alaina?" He yells from somewhere.

"2 minutes!" my voice cracks as the emotions continue swelling inside me.

I feel a single tear escape and then Dom's voice sounds from just outside the door.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, just a second and I'll be out." I reply, as confidently as possible.

"I know your not okay, amore, just let me in and we can talk about it, yeah?" he offers.

Hesitantly, I turn the lock on the door and it opens immediately.

I look up at him and suddenly, for whatever reason, whatever was keeping the tears away breaks.

Each drop feels like letting go slightly more.

Hes quick to take me into his arms, holding my head to his chest and I can hear the steady beat of his heart.

My breathing starts picking up, my hands shaking crazily as the ringing sound appears in my ears.

"Hey, hey, your okay, baby." he soothes "just listen to my breathing."

I focus in on his breathing pattern, trying to match it.

"See, your okay, just keep going, darling, I got you."

I feel my body relaxing in his arms, my breathing gradually becoming regular again.

He pulls away, cupping my face with his hands.

"Whats wrong?"

I keep my eyes focused on the floor.

"Hey, look at me." he whispers, gently.

Looking up, his eyes gaze at me, flooded with concern.

"Whose the girl?" I let out a small laugh, no humour in it.

"Alaina."

"She was really pretty, I under-"

"Alaina" he interrupts again.

"I'm just saying-"

"Alaina." he warns.

"She's an ex. Its every few weeks shes knocking at my door and I don't know how to stop it. She's not pretty. Not even close to you. Your all I want, no one else. I never want you doubting that."

I stay silent, not wanting to say something I'll regret.

To keep my insecurities from messing my new relationship up I needed to lean into discomfort, to tolerate uncomfortable thoughts and let the feelings pass.

But that's a hard task, so I hope he's okay with that.

He places a sweet kiss upon my lips, washing the problem away, telling me what I need.

His hand sets firmly on my waist and he turns me to look in the mirror.

"Look at yourself." his grips my chin harshly, keeping my head in line.

"You're fucking gorgeous. I can't even understand how you think anything else."

His hand reaches around my neck, gently touching the deep red and purple marks and smiling.

"I just-" he pauses. "I just want you to be happy, hm?" he kisses my shoulder before walking out the bathroom, my hand in his.

"I have a work party, wanna be my date?" he wiggles his eyebrows at me, twirling me around and pulling me to his chest.

"Oh, date? I don't know if we are ready for that yet." I say on the most serious tone before laughing at his cute confused face.

His fingers dig into my hips, making me squirm and run away.

Picking me up, he throws me over his shoulder, smacking my ass and throwing me on the bed.

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