into an argument. But Ma sure as shit likes to beat up on Pops. She doesn’t let him get away with a damn thing.
“Oh hush, I’m only saying having a kid creates extra work.” He hands the iPad back to me and adds, “If he’s not looking for anything but a good time, there’s no reason to go after a broad who has to worry about a little one.” I nod my head, hearing what my pops is saying, but I don’t fucking like it.
“What you need to do is knock it off with all the girls and find a good woman to settle down with.”
“All the girls?” I scrunch my face up in distaste. “What girls?” It’s not like I bounce from girl to girl. I’m not some fucking manwhore. Not that I really see a problem either way. By that I mean I’m not into slut-shaming. You do what you want, how you want. Vince has a fleet of women coming and going. They know what they’re signing up for, and I don’t give him a hard time over it. I just prefer something different. I like to build some trust. A one-night stand is nothing that can give me the high I need. It’s a quick release, and that’s just not my thing. I like gaining trust and pushing limits. I enjoy finding out a woman’s deepest, darkest fantasies. Hard to make that come true if they don’t trust you enough to tell you.
I hear Vince laugh from the den. Great, the whole fucking family is in on it now. He walks into the kitchen, moving to lean against the fridge with a huge fucking grin on his face. I cut him off as his mouth opens. “Shut it.” I point my thumb in Ma’s direction. “She gets a pass.” Then at Pops. “He gets a pass.” Then I point at him with my brows raised. “Not you. Fuck off.”
“Dom!” Ma scolds me.
“I know, I know.” I roll my eyes and pass the iPad back to Tony. “Language.” I look at Tony and say, “Email it to me.”
Ma looks at me expectantly. “Ma, really.” I don’t fucking want her involved. This is just pussy. I can’t get this broad out of my head. Partly because I want to apologize, but mostly because I want her cunt wrapped around my dick again. And that ass. Just thinking of it makes my dick come to attention. And that’s my cue to fucking leave. I did my part; I came to Sunday dinner. I told them about that little shit Marco, and De Luca’s bullshit.
I give Ma a hug as she asks, “You’re leaving already?” She sounds hurt, and it would make me feel guilty if she didn’t say it like that every time.
“Gotta go, Ma; I love you.” She gets a kiss on the cheek. Pops gets a quick hug, and the rest get a wave as I walk my ass out the door to my Benz.
Time to go home and really look into this woman. I already know I want her; I’ve just got to figure out how I’m gonna get her to owe me again. The smirk on my face vanishes as I remember I’m gonna have to address how I behaved the first time. My hands twist the leather steering wheel. I’m not so good with apologies, but I’m sure I’ll figure out a way to make it up to her. I groan, thinking up all the ways I’ll make it up to my doll.
I can’t fucking wait to get inside her tight pussy again. I haven’t got anything planned for tomorrow. Well, now I do.
Becca
I cringe as I take off my heels the second I get inside the house and drop my purse on the front hall table. Fuck, today was a long day. I wince and suck in air through my teeth as my feet finally have some relief. I drop the heels at the front door and start walking to the sofa, but I stop and sigh. Damn it, I can’t fucking leave them there. I hate not being organized. I lean down and pick them up so I can put them back in the closet. Back on their spot on the shelf. It’ll make me feel better. If I leave one little mess, then it’ll just grow. I can’t be lazy, it’s not like anyone else is going to clean up after me. Besides, it’s easier to maintain a tidy home than