The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 30: Chapter 30
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Valentine
Damn it!
I expected almost everything with that kiss and Dominic seamlessly delivered like he already knew it was coming to him. And it was purely heaven. He was ostensibly starving for it and apparently, so was I. Dominic, as much as my taste buds can remember, still tasted very much the same and yet there's still a slight noticeable sense of change in his approach that raised my curiosity bar about him. If it weren't for the sole reason that it was planned I would've easily given in to the demons and just let the existence of temptation defeat me in battle. Somewhat in a way, I was very grateful that I wasn't too drunk to forget about my initial purpose of seeking him out.
As I was driving back home, I couldn't help myself but paint a satisfying smile on my face at the fact that I finally had the chance to get in contact with Dominic. Seeing him in person is definitely one thing but having an intimate physical contact with him brings the inexplicable feeling to a new greater height. I'm almost certain that he's going to crave for more of me right after that encounter which will bring me forward exactly the third step on that list. That's how he did it. That's how he systematically made me fall in love with him and that's precisely how I would return the favor.
The next few days rolled up pretty much back to normal and I wasn't even expecting how conventional it was. I wake up early in the morning, have my breakfast alone, go to work and repeat. That's basically my routine. For the rest of the week, I haven't been experiencing the same uneasiness that Dominic has caused me the previous week and I'm a little bit glad that I'm able to finish doing my reports without the occasional distraction. However, with the sense of tranquility and focus finally being attained, I'm not quite sure if I like the quietness of it all. It's too quiet and too normal for me. If there's anything that's keeping me worrisome at this point, it's the fact that I haven't heard of anything from Dominic yet. And I think I'm already beginning to grow rather impatient about it. There are times that I've thought of sliding into his inbox, maybe just pull the trigger already and maybe ask him out but I know I'll be breaking the order. Dominic should be the one asking me out on a date and it will be my job to make it memorable, at least that's how he did it. And I'm perfectly aware that this whole game should be played slowly and surely in order to achieve the certain desired accuracy but I just really want this shit to get over with.
"Here's your coffee," Ivana quietly barged inside my office and carefully laid the cup of coffee on the table.
"Thank you," I mumbled softly without attempting to remove my sight away from the computer screen.
"That's like your sixth cup of coffee for the whole day, Valentine. And it's only 3 in the afternoon." Ivana continued speaking, making sure that I hear she's been keeping count of my coffee for the whole day.
"I know. I'm getting addicted to coffee, is that bad? And I think I'm going to have one last cup of coffee before we head home."
"I don't really know, I guess it's not that really bad. Too much caffeine might just give you anxiety, insomnia, digestive issues, muscle breakdown...."
"Okay, I hear you." Finally removing my eyesight away from the computer screen and shift it towards her, I cut her off in the middle of the probably long list of side effects of caffeine. I haven't even heard her say palpitation which is probably at the bottom of the list.
She paused for a little while and just stared at me with a funny intent and when she noticed that I wasn't going to continue talking she began opening her mouth. "High blood pressure, rapid heart rate, fatigue..."
"Bitch, I said you can stop now. I heard you pretty clear alright!" I snapped at her and then pretended to go back to what I was doing.
"Okay," She said and then finally decided to leave. I was already preparing to immerse myself back to work when Ivana quickly came back not long after she left. "By the way, someone wishes to speak to you." She trailed.
"Who?" I looked back at her expecting it's going to be another one of those unsatisfied customers whose life is so boring that they just have to have a fight with a manager to spice up their lives. "Is it a customer? Is it a Karen again?"
"I don't know but I hope not," Ivana's head was just peeking at the door of my office appearing to emulate a bubble head from a comic book. "One of the waiters told me that someone's asking for the manager."
"Oh God! I hope it's not a Karen again" I mouthed. I just spoke with a hotheaded Karen just two hours ago and I barely survived that heated exchange of words that was just a complete waste of energy. She just wanted a full refund of what she just fucking ate. Who even does that? I can only take one Karen a day. "Okay, I'll be there in a moment,"
I took a long sip from the coffee that Ivana just got for me and locked my computer screen before finally standing up to head towards the dining hall and check who wishes to speak with the manager. I strutted out of my office with high expectations that I'll be having another heated conversation with an unsatisfied motherfucker who wishes a refund or a replacement. This is the part of being a manager that I just wish someone could do for me. Arguing isn't my strong suit and if it's just me, I'll probably be turning to attack mode. Arriving at the hall, one of the waiters immediately informed me about the person who wants to speak to me subsequently pointing at the table nearest to the east window. When my eyes landed on him I was quickly taken aback.
It was Dominic.
I felt the rush of panic quickly taking over my body. I don't know if it's the caffeine that's just kicking in this late in the game or if it's because of the fact that the person who wants to talk to me isn't a Karen but is equally making me palpitate. My heart is pumping faster and faster that I just have to blame the coffee for it. I deliberately readjusted my suit and shirt before eventually strutting my way towards my expectant. I quickly noticed how ill at ease Dominic was when I caught a glimpse of his legs under the table. He was relentlessly jerking his leg probably wishing for this thing to get over as soon as possible.
I took a deep breath and prepped myself for what's about to happen. This is what I've been waiting for the past week and I thought I've already created the perfect scenario of what's going to happen inside my head but right now my head is just empty. I haven't had the right time to remember all of the things I've imagined.
Once I was a few meters away from the table I cleared my throat with the intention of capturing Dominic's attention. "Ahem, ahem."
Dominic quickly turned his head to face me.
"Uhm, hi." Giving me a diffident smile, Dominic chirped. I can perfectly feel the nervousness gritting in his tone.
I stood in front of him and mustered the perfect amount of courage to speak. "Dominic, I didn't expect you to come see me here."
"Valentine! I'm so sorry. I'm going to leave if this is not a good time." He spat rather passive.
"No, no, no. This is just a perfect time" I replied quickly reassuring him. My prey just brought himself over in a silver platter, I might as well continue with the plan rather than accepting the delay.
"Are you sure? Aren't you busy doing some managing stuff?" Dominic uttered seemingly rueful about his decision to come see me here at work.
"Yeah! I'm sure. You came all the way here to see me. I don't mind putting my reports aside in exchange for a conversation with you."
"Look, I just want to talk to you." Dominic spat.
"Would you like to have something first before we talk? A coffee perhaps?"
"Yes please,"
"Hey," I said calling for the attention of the nearest waiter.
"Yes sir?" The waiter said immediately moving his way near us.
"Coffee for two please,"
"Coming right up!" The waiter nodded and then left.
I shifted my attention back to Dominic and then proceeded to pull the chair from being tucked on the table eventually sitting down right in front of him. Dominic still looked cute even after the years that had gone and passed. With the organic afternoon light, he appeared to be rather perfect and innocent looking.
"So, what would you like to talk?" I asked mustering enough ounce of respect in my tone. I don't want to turn him off almost immediately. I tried to be more comfortable around this guy which is easy. But I don't want to be too comfortable and let things slip out of my hand.
"About that night," He started.
"Which night?" I asked pretending to be unsure of what he's talking about. I know he's talking about our recent intimate encounter but I have to play things the smart way–the Dominic smart way. He could actually be talking about the very same night that he purposely shattered my heart to an almost irreparable extent.
Dominic paused for a moment to look down. "Do you really have a wife?" He asked.
I was not expecting that kind of question to be asked almost immediately and it honestly took me quite a while to let the question sink in. I'm not really planning on keeping the whole 'I have a wife and a kid' shenanigan to hold much longer. This is probably the time to reveal to him that that was just a lie. I just feel like it isn't the right time somehow. I feel like I can still use that as an excuse for whatever bullshit may come my way.
"Do you really want to know?" I volleyed another question to him.
"I......I just want to know if you're married," He looked at me in the eye. "Are you married?"
"To be really honest with you, I'm not actually married." I finally spat. Maybe this is the time that I tell him that Ivana is not my wife and baby Axelle is not my child. "Ivana's not my wife and I don't have a kid as well,"
"But w..."
"Some random dude got her pregnant" I quickly cut him off.
Silence reigned supreme for a while along with the whiff of awkwardness in the space between us. I was keeping my attention locked to him but he was a little inept in hiding his true feelings towards the situation.
"I...."
"I...."
We both opened our mouths to speak eventually cancelling out each other. We exchanged awkward looks for a moment.
"Y...."
"Y...."
We went in unison once again.
"You talk first," He began.
"No, it's okay. You talk first" I replied feeling the stench of awkwardness in the air.
"It's fine. You speak first" He said.
"Okay, I ju...." I was about to take the initiative to talk first when the waiter suddenly came with our coffee on hand.
"Here's your coffee, sir." The waiter said carefully laying the coffee on the table. "If you need anything else sir, I'll be right here."
"Okay,"
This is getting rather disquieting than I imagined. In my head, I played the conversation almost quick and smooth sailing but the reality just debunked my initial thought.
"Dominic," I called for his name. I've had enough of the roughness of this conversation that I just want to set things up for him.
"Valentine, I've been meaning to tell you this." Dominic mouthed. "I miss you" I guess Dominic figured that out and he decided to just confess to me.
"I miss you too," I replied.
Damn it!
I expected almost everything with that kiss and Dominic seamlessly delivered like he already knew it was coming to him. And it was purely heaven. He was ostensibly starving for it and apparently, so was I. Dominic, as much as my taste buds can remember, still tasted very much the same and yet there's still a slight noticeable sense of change in his approach that raised my curiosity bar about him. If it weren't for the sole reason that it was planned I would've easily given in to the demons and just let the existence of temptation defeat me in battle. Somewhat in a way, I was very grateful that I wasn't too drunk to forget about my initial purpose of seeking him out.
As I was driving back home, I couldn't help myself but paint a satisfying smile on my face at the fact that I finally had the chance to get in contact with Dominic. Seeing him in person is definitely one thing but having an intimate physical contact with him brings the inexplicable feeling to a new greater height. I'm almost certain that he's going to crave for more of me right after that encounter which will bring me forward exactly the third step on that list. That's how he did it. That's how he systematically made me fall in love with him and that's precisely how I would return the favor.
The next few days rolled up pretty much back to normal and I wasn't even expecting how conventional it was. I wake up early in the morning, have my breakfast alone, go to work and repeat. That's basically my routine. For the rest of the week, I haven't been experiencing the same uneasiness that Dominic has caused me the previous week and I'm a little bit glad that I'm able to finish doing my reports without the occasional distraction. However, with the sense of tranquility and focus finally being attained, I'm not quite sure if I like the quietness of it all. It's too quiet and too normal for me. If there's anything that's keeping me worrisome at this point, it's the fact that I haven't heard of anything from Dominic yet. And I think I'm already beginning to grow rather impatient about it. There are times that I've thought of sliding into his inbox, maybe just pull the trigger already and maybe ask him out but I know I'll be breaking the order. Dominic should be the one asking me out on a date and it will be my job to make it memorable, at least that's how he did it. And I'm perfectly aware that this whole game should be played slowly and surely in order to achieve the certain desired accuracy but I just really want this shit to get over with.
"Here's your coffee," Ivana quietly barged inside my office and carefully laid the cup of coffee on the table.
"Thank you," I mumbled softly without attempting to remove my sight away from the computer screen.
"That's like your sixth cup of coffee for the whole day, Valentine. And it's only 3 in the afternoon." Ivana continued speaking, making sure that I hear she's been keeping count of my coffee for the whole day.
"I know. I'm getting addicted to coffee, is that bad? And I think I'm going to have one last cup of coffee before we head home."
"I don't really know, I guess it's not that really bad. Too much caffeine might just give you anxiety, insomnia, digestive issues, muscle breakdown...."
"Okay, I hear you." Finally removing my eyesight away from the computer screen and shift it towards her, I cut her off in the middle of the probably long list of side effects of caffeine. I haven't even heard her say palpitation which is probably at the bottom of the list.
She paused for a little while and just stared at me with a funny intent and when she noticed that I wasn't going to continue talking she began opening her mouth. "High blood pressure, rapid heart rate, fatigue..."
"Bitch, I said you can stop now. I heard you pretty clear alright!" I snapped at her and then pretended to go back to what I was doing.
"Okay," She said and then finally decided to leave. I was already preparing to immerse myself back to work when Ivana quickly came back not long after she left. "By the way, someone wishes to speak to you." She trailed.
"Who?" I looked back at her expecting it's going to be another one of those unsatisfied customers whose life is so boring that they just have to have a fight with a manager to spice up their lives. "Is it a customer? Is it a Karen again?"
"I don't know but I hope not," Ivana's head was just peeking at the door of my office appearing to emulate a bubble head from a comic book. "One of the waiters told me that someone's asking for the manager."
"Oh God! I hope it's not a Karen again" I mouthed. I just spoke with a hotheaded Karen just two hours ago and I barely survived that heated exchange of words that was just a complete waste of energy. She just wanted a full refund of what she just fucking ate. Who even does that? I can only take one Karen a day. "Okay, I'll be there in a moment,"
I took a long sip from the coffee that Ivana just got for me and locked my computer screen before finally standing up to head towards the dining hall and check who wishes to speak with the manager. I strutted out of my office with high expectations that I'll be having another heated conversation with an unsatisfied motherfucker who wishes a refund or a replacement. This is the part of being a manager that I just wish someone could do for me. Arguing isn't my strong suit and if it's just me, I'll probably be turning to attack mode. Arriving at the hall, one of the waiters immediately informed me about the person who wants to speak to me subsequently pointing at the table nearest to the east window. When my eyes landed on him I was quickly taken aback.
It was Dominic.
I felt the rush of panic quickly taking over my body. I don't know if it's the caffeine that's just kicking in this late in the game or if it's because of the fact that the person who wants to talk to me isn't a Karen but is equally making me palpitate. My heart is pumping faster and faster that I just have to blame the coffee for it. I deliberately readjusted my suit and shirt before eventually strutting my way towards my expectant. I quickly noticed how ill at ease Dominic was when I caught a glimpse of his legs under the table. He was relentlessly jerking his leg probably wishing for this thing to get over as soon as possible.
I took a deep breath and prepped myself for what's about to happen. This is what I've been waiting for the past week and I thought I've already created the perfect scenario of what's going to happen inside my head but right now my head is just empty. I haven't had the right time to remember all of the things I've imagined.
Once I was a few meters away from the table I cleared my throat with the intention of capturing Dominic's attention. "Ahem, ahem."
Dominic quickly turned his head to face me.
"Uhm, hi." Giving me a diffident smile, Dominic chirped. I can perfectly feel the nervousness gritting in his tone.
I stood in front of him and mustered the perfect amount of courage to speak. "Dominic, I didn't expect you to come see me here."
"Valentine! I'm so sorry. I'm going to leave if this is not a good time." He spat rather passive.
"No, no, no. This is just a perfect time" I replied quickly reassuring him. My prey just brought himself over in a silver platter, I might as well continue with the plan rather than accepting the delay.
"Are you sure? Aren't you busy doing some managing stuff?" Dominic uttered seemingly rueful about his decision to come see me here at work.
"Yeah! I'm sure. You came all the way here to see me. I don't mind putting my reports aside in exchange for a conversation with you."
"Look, I just want to talk to you." Dominic spat.
"Would you like to have something first before we talk? A coffee perhaps?"
"Yes please,"
"Hey," I said calling for the attention of the nearest waiter.
"Yes sir?" The waiter said immediately moving his way near us.
"Coffee for two please,"
"Coming right up!" The waiter nodded and then left.
I shifted my attention back to Dominic and then proceeded to pull the chair from being tucked on the table eventually sitting down right in front of him. Dominic still looked cute even after the years that had gone and passed. With the organic afternoon light, he appeared to be rather perfect and innocent looking.
"So, what would you like to talk?" I asked mustering enough ounce of respect in my tone. I don't want to turn him off almost immediately. I tried to be more comfortable around this guy which is easy. But I don't want to be too comfortable and let things slip out of my hand.
"About that night," He started.
"Which night?" I asked pretending to be unsure of what he's talking about. I know he's talking about our recent intimate encounter but I have to play things the smart way–the Dominic smart way. He could actually be talking about the very same night that he purposely shattered my heart to an almost irreparable extent.
Dominic paused for a moment to look down. "Do you really have a wife?" He asked.
I was not expecting that kind of question to be asked almost immediately and it honestly took me quite a while to let the question sink in. I'm not really planning on keeping the whole 'I have a wife and a kid' shenanigan to hold much longer. This is probably the time to reveal to him that that was just a lie. I just feel like it isn't the right time somehow. I feel like I can still use that as an excuse for whatever bullshit may come my way.
"Do you really want to know?" I volleyed another question to him.
"I......I just want to know if you're married," He looked at me in the eye. "Are you married?"
"To be really honest with you, I'm not actually married." I finally spat. Maybe this is the time that I tell him that Ivana is not my wife and baby Axelle is not my child. "Ivana's not my wife and I don't have a kid as well,"
"But w..."
"Some random dude got her pregnant" I quickly cut him off.
Silence reigned supreme for a while along with the whiff of awkwardness in the space between us. I was keeping my attention locked to him but he was a little inept in hiding his true feelings towards the situation.
"I...."
"I...."
We both opened our mouths to speak eventually cancelling out each other. We exchanged awkward looks for a moment.
"Y...."
"Y...."
We went in unison once again.
"You talk first," He began.
"No, it's okay. You talk first" I replied feeling the stench of awkwardness in the air.
"It's fine. You speak first" He said.
"Okay, I ju...." I was about to take the initiative to talk first when the waiter suddenly came with our coffee on hand.
"Here's your coffee, sir." The waiter said carefully laying the coffee on the table. "If you need anything else sir, I'll be right here."
"Okay,"
This is getting rather disquieting than I imagined. In my head, I played the conversation almost quick and smooth sailing but the reality just debunked my initial thought.
"Dominic," I called for his name. I've had enough of the roughness of this conversation that I just want to set things up for him.
"Valentine, I've been meaning to tell you this." Dominic mouthed. "I miss you" I guess Dominic figured that out and he decided to just confess to me.
"I miss you too," I replied.
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