5.

Eva

Dominic was avoiding me.

Not in an obvious and dramatic way. No, he was more subtle—stepping out just before I entered a room and never holding my gaze for more than a second. Always brushing past me like I was barely even there. Like…I was air. And the worst part? It was working.

I was unraveling very Fast.

Within me.

It was like that moment in the kitchen had cracked something wide open inside me, something I didn’t know existed. He had touched me, whispered into my ear and made me feel like something he wanted. And then he left me, cold, breathless……. only wanting more.

Now, he was acting like nothing ever happened.

How could he?

He can't be serious, not after pinning me to that chair and pulling my gown up.

After he'd felt the texture of my breasts and the heat of my womanhood. Leaving me thinking he actually wanted wanted to claim me.

It can't happen.

If he thinks he's disciplined or that he can avoid me….then he's in for a very big surprise.

At breakfast, I sat across the table from him. His eyes never lifted and when he did he never looked my direction. He spoke to Chloe, to Lydia and even to Mateo. But not to me.

I stirred my tea like it was the most interesting thing in the world, pretending not to notice the way Lydia’s hand slid along his arm again, like it belonged there.

Or when her hand lingered far too long under the table. He continued shifting uncomfortably and giving murderous glances at her.

Tell me what was her hand doing on his trouser under the table, zip slightly opened? During breakfast? 

Once, her two hands disappeared beneath the table.

Worst still Chloe's too carried away by her boyfriend to notice. I wondered what she'll do if she knew.

She was continuously laughing, leaning in, lips close to his ear. And he let her.

Once he suddenly dropped his fork, and gave out a long moan. Everyone stared at him, he pretended clearing his throat.

My stomach churned.

I felt more hatred for her.

***

“Someone looks moody,” Chloe teased, slightly nudging me. “Still thinking about that jerk who dumped you?”

I blinked, snapping back. “No,” I said quickly. “It’s nothing.”

She sat by the edge of my bed peering into my eyes. I stared back saying nothing.

She stood up from where sat and lay beside me. Dragging my bedspread to cover the both of us. And gave her charming baby eyes. I couldn't help but burst out in laughter pushing her away.

“You need funn!!!” She said, shoving me.

‘You think so?” I gave a scornful look.

“Asolutely!!!” she screamed.

And then, like the universe decided to test my willpower, Chloe announced, “We’re having a pool party. Something fun. Like…a Christmas pool party….in your honour.

She beamed with smiles.

“Isn't it great?”

“Chloe…..I'm not sure that a good idea.” I replied.

Though this is my indirect manner of protesting.

See…. All you need is something or even someone to get your mind of this mess, and that pool party is the best option.

I didn't bother protesting further, her mind's made up.

“And tonight your gonna meet someone good” she yanked me up my bed, giving me a mischievous smile.

Mateo already cleaned the place out. Think wine, music, fireworks. We need the distraction.” You need it!!!

My heart did a little flip….. A pool party.

Maybe it's not gonna be a bad idea.

Dominic would be there.

And maybe, just maybe, I could break through whatever icy wall he was building between us.

I'm not gonna miss this chance

And remember….”Hit hard!!!” And she left to see Blaise. Or so I thought.

“Hit hard,” I murmured when she left, it's gonna be your Dad.

***

That evening, I stood in front of the mirror, holding up two swimsuits. One modest. The other… not so much. I chose the not-so-much.

I cupped my breasts in my hands, looking at it from the mirror.

Dominic must touch you….he will hold you in that lips of his and he'll taste your milk.

He'll hold you and squeeze you like this… then I squeezed my nipples and moved it around in slow circles.

The not so-much swimsuit was a deep red bikini with thin straps and a low cut. Not trashy, but definitely enough to say: *look at me*. Red's certainly my colour, I always looked ravishing in it. 

I curled my hair, added a bit of gloss to my lips and walked out like I hadn’t planned it for hours.

This is when I get Dominic off his feet. I'm going to stir him into my pussy. Unfailing, this night.

I arked my hips, giving a cat walk. Then slowly bent over the tall cupboard and licked my lips.

I was ready, then I stepped out.

***

The rest of the party blurred into frustration and longing. Blaise cornered me at one point, pretending to joke but clearly flirting. Chloe didn’t notice. She was too busy whispering into Mateo’s ear while he lit sparklers.

I shoved past Blaise, ewww…..he's my best friend's boyfriend for crying out loud. Or was he drunk?

Well, he's clearly not my agenda this night.

Dominic is.

When I walked down into the pool room, everything changed. Heads turned but I was only looking for one pair of eyes.

Dominic stood across the room with a drink in hand, talking to Aunt Lydia, who as always was practically clinging to him like a wet cloth.

But he saw me.

He *saw me.*

His lips parted slightly. Then he swallowed and looked away. Taking a long sip of his drink.

And I smiled.

This is just the beginning.

I slid into the pool very slowly like a siren testing the water. Chloe called out to me, waving me over. She was already tipsy, sprawled across a float with Blaise, her leg thrown over his lap. Mateo sat nearby, shirtless, flirting with two girls I hardly knew.

Dominic didn’t move from where he stood.

He just watched.

Though pretending not to.

***

The party was chaos. Everyone pretending and hiding.

And there I was, still chasing a man too disciplined for his own good.

But the fire between us? I'm certain it still burns. 

It wasn’t gone. 

I felt it when his hand brushed mine at the bar and also when he offered me a drink and our fingers touched.

I'm sure his acting this way to clear my doubts.

But I know he's avoiding me.

He could pretend all he wanted.

But I know he wants me. And I wasn’t done trying.

At least that's my edge over him.

Later, just when I emerged from the pool dripping and breathless with towel wrapped low on my hips. I passed him intentionally, close enough for him to smell the chlorine on my skin. And have a clear view of my now wet skin.

He didn’t speak.

He swallowed hard.

So I leaned in, just slightly. “You didn’t swim,” I whispered.

His eyes didn’t leave the fireplace in front of him. “I didn’t feel like it.”

I smirked and turned slowly. “Shame. The water’s just the right kind of warm.”

I heard his sharp exhale as I turned to walk away.

To let him burn.

Then he turned, very sharp and fast. He leaned against the counter like he needed it to stay upright.

“You’re making this difficult,” he muttered.

“Good.”

He looked at me then. Eyes heavy with tension and guilt. And something more. Something closer to desire.

I could see it, I wanted it.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he said.

“From what? From yourself?”

“From me.”

That should’ve scared me. It didn’t.

“Dominic…”

“Don’t.”

“Why?”

“Because if you say my name like that again,” he said through gritted teeth, “I won’t be able to stop myself.”

That made my breath hitch. My heart stumbled in my chest. I wanted to push more and I wanted him to lose control. 

Then don't, don't stop yourself. Claim me. Make me moan your name crouched in between this. 

I reached out to his cock and stoked it. 

He shifted uncomfortably, stop, Eva stop.

Ohh!!, I should? But you'd let Lydia during breakfast?

I held it, more closely this time. I felt the hugeness and couldn't help imagining it inside me.

His shifted from my grip, standing from where he sat.

He left first with his footsteps heavy, filled with restraint.

And I stood there… victorious, aroused, frustrated.

He wasn’t made of stone and he wanted me still.

This was war. A slow, heated war.

And I planned to win.

***

Later that evening, when most guests had either passed out or left, the house quieted down.

I walked into the kitchen very much still damp-haired, my skin tingling from the earlier heat and opened the fridge for water.

Footsteps behind me.

I turned slowly, expecting anyone… but it was him.

Dominic.

He stood there, shirt half unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, eyes darker than usual and my stomach flipped.

“You should be in bed,” he said.

His voice was deep

I tilted my head, bottle still in my hand. “So should you.”

He didn’t move. Just stared at me like he was trying hard not to remember what I looked like wet.

I stepped closer.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” I said quietly.

He looked away. “No.”

“Liar.”

His

jaw tightened…. really hard. “Go to bed, Eva.”

I took another step. “Why are you doing this? Acting like nothing happened?” is it that easy for you?

“Because nothing did.” He replied coldly.

“*Everything* happened,” I whispered.

Silence..