CH 5 | Dominic!

Dominic Wright

The moment I arrived at the club, I saw Sarah in a man's arms, tucked peacefully! Rage churned in my insides, and I'm certain my blue eyes had a storm brewing in them.

With my hands clenched into tight fists and gritted teeth, I stood there, my eyes throwing daggers at them. But when the man, I remember as Hayden, put his arms on her cheek and traced his knuckles on her delicate cheeks, while Sarah didn't oppose his touch, I lost it and punched the wall beside me.

The sound got Hayden's attention and he tilted his head with a scowl, only to see the dangerous aura emanating from me, and the grip he had on Sarah tightened, while he gave a provoking smirk towards me.

As if he was challenging me to take Sarah away from his arms! That sneaky little motherfucker!

I stood rooted while my face turned so cold that sent shivers down Hayden's spine as I saw the flicker of emotions on his face, yet he didn't give in.

Seeing them hugging each other, made my blood boil in anger and all I could see was red. I ran my hands into my messy locks, despite the blood dripping from my knuckles.

In the next second, I saw Hayden kissing the corner of Sarah's lips, and that was the last straw for me as I sprinted outside like a bolt of lightning, too annoyed and upset to even take a look at the woman who claimed to be so deeply in love with me only a few hours ago!

Yet enjoying another man's embrace so comfortably!

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I leaned onto the wall outside of the club with my eyes shut tightly, and a cigarette in my mouth as the image of Sarah in another man's arms kept flashing before my eyes!

Veins on my forehead popped out, the burning rage inside me was threatening to destroy Hayden Matthews for laying his filthy hands on her!

"That bastard!!" I puffed out the smoke and cursed while I ran my bloodied fingers through my hair.

My blue eyes turned chillingly cold, and I exhaled a breath I didn't know I has been holding, "How dare he touch what's mine?" I fumed at the very thought of his lips pecking Sarah, and I knew I wanted to fuck his entire life up.

I know this isn't how I'm supposed to react!

I've never bothered with any other woman even when they threw themselves at me with minimal effort on my part.

But with Sarah, I couldn't control myself!

I want to keep her to myself. I don't want any motherfucker to even raise their heads and look at her.

Her beauty, her innocence in those depths of those hazel eyes, and the way she sees me as if I'm her whole world always amazes me.

In fact, I don't know why I'm so affected by Sarah because, technically, I have no right to do that since I have never loved her.

Because Love never exists in my world!

But Like? Yes, I liked her as it was obvious with the fact that she's been with me for two whole years, and things were going pretty smooth between us.

Then she had to pull that stupid stunt at her party and ruin everything. If not for it, she'd be lying under me, on my bed, writhing in pleasure and begging for more. She knew how I liked it.

Her inexperience and submissive nature made me hard just thinking of it.

Her body was one thing I could never get tired of! It's as if it was made for me.

My cock fit her so perfectly and her moans and screams of pleasure were all so natural, unlike other women, who would act as if we were filming a porno because they thought that's what men wanted.

But then again, it's been hardly a few hours since she proposed to me so grandly in front of everyone, and now she was in another man's arms?

Was she trying to get back at me? Or was she trying to provoke me?

She should have known I don't do relationships!

I made it pretty clear with her from the start. Yet, she said she loved me. But how can she prove her love to me when she was so comfortably snuggling up to that bastard as if they were a fucking couple!

Had she been fucking him all the entire time she was with me?

Did she cuckold me?

Like the way, my mother did to my dad?

That fucking bitch! I should have known better than to trust a woman.

How foolish of me to even think I could trust Sarah when she's the same as all the others.

She's no different than those gold digging whores!

I did the right thing by rejecting her because they are all just after my money. And love, it was just a pretense!

Did love even exist?

All I'm aware of were gains and losses. Everything was a deal to me.

In fact, the first time I laid my eyes on Sarah, I knew I wanted her, and I would get her. In no time, she was wrapped around my little finger and played to my tune, and I won't lie, it felt so good with her.

Even doing the little things felt easy when it was with Sarah, because she's understanding, supportive, and so damn sexy and always ready for me!

She never questioned me. Which was what I liked most about her. Her obedience to me!

She was fierce to all others but was on her knees in front of me with just one word from my lips. Kneel!

Now she was being a fucking brat. Oh, how I love taming brats! How fun it would be to break her arrogance bit by bit and let her submit to me, like the natural submissive she is!

With one last glance at them through the slightly ajar window, I muttered while a dangerous smirk danced on my face, "two can play at this game, Sarah!"

"Hayden Matthews, if you think you can get her in your bed I fucking dare you to try." I sneered, eyeing his satisfied face. Because even though I don't love her, I won't let another man have her!

More importantly, Sarah is the one woman I will never share!

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I hopped into my Bugatti Veyron and began driving through the slightly less crowded streets, but the image of Sarah wouldn't leave my head.

"Damn it!" I punched the steering wheel getting agitated with myself!

When did I give Sarah so much control that she was now pushing me off limits so easily?

I shook my head and tried to get a grip on myself while my hands clenched into tight fists, and without thinking much, I took a U-turn to go to the gym, to let the steam off.

And as if on cue, my phone began ringing. One glance at the picture showing on my screen, I wasted no time and answered, "Dad?"

"Come home, Son." My father, Brian Wright, stated in his ever so calm tone. Mind the sarcasm here!

"Alright!" I said as I respect this man so much. It was one of the reasons I don't trust women. Because I personally witnessed how miserable he had become when my mother cheated on him.

And I took the responsibility of my younger brother then since my dad had gone out of his ways and got addicted to drinking.

Gradually he stopped and got on track and eventually was able to take charge of his life, but I would never forget how much he suffered.

It was then I took an oath to myself to never ever get fooled in the name of love. Because it was all about benefits and nothing else!

Moreover, I'd never give any woman a chance to take advantage of me and use me for their gains. Because I am not the type to accept losses.

My car came to a screeching halt in front of the Wright Mansion and I strode in, only to see the house empty.

I knitted my brows and eyed the house for a couple of minutes, but it was still silent. I shrugged my hands thinking he may be on his way and walked to our wine cellar.

Without wasting another second, I grabbed one of my favorite bottles of Merlot and poured myself some in a glass. I headed back to the living area while checking my emails and stock updates on my mobile simultaneously.

I sat on the cushiony sofa with my legs spread and my elbows on my thighs and swirled the wine glass before I took another sip and placed it on the table and began replying to the emails which needed my immediate attention, as I'm not only pursuing my masters but also running a few companies of my own.

But not many knew of it since I prefer it to be a secret. Won't I miss the fun if I lay all my cards in the open?

Then I heard the sound of footsteps and without raising my head, I knew who it was.

"Son, you need to attend a gathering tomorrow." My dad said as soon as he came in, and I gave a faint nod as it was a routine occurrence in my life now.

Because I'm about to take charge of Nex Enterprises officially in less than a month.

"That's good then." My dad exclaimed and walked away.

"What the hell?" I growled inwardly because if that was what he wanted to tell me, couldn’t he have said that when he had called?

Typical Dad!

However, when I was about to turn around and leave, he added, "where are you going? Stay here for the night."

"What?" I asked as I thought I misheard but his expression said it all and I narrowed my eyes and queried with raised brows, "why?"

He seemed to be taken aback by my blunt question. But in my defense, this house reminds me of my mother, and I certainly don't want her to torment me any more than Sarah was doing already!

"Do I need any reason for asking my Son to stay in my house?" He questioned, and I just stared at him as if he had gone crazy because he knew my reason, yet he always chose to act as if nothing had happened.

I couldn't act like it!

Since it took me a great deal to accept the fact that all my mother did and showed to me was fake, but that was the bitter harsh truth I gradually learned to come to terms with.

And this house was so full of her, yet my dad didn't want to change a thing even after what that bitch did!

Oh, I am so over this night!

He eyed me with furrowed brows and added in his firm tone, “Son, I think it's high time you think of settling down. You have been acting as you please up to this point. But you have to think about family now."

It took me a couple of seconds to get out of my shock, and I blurted, unaffected, “I have been thinking, Dad. But I haven't found the right woman yet. I will eventually settle down when I find the perfect one."

He scowled hearing my words, but I don't care since I'm in no rush to be tied down in the name of marriage.

But his next words made me stunned, “How can you have a bride when you don't do relationships?"

With a pause, "forget about finding one. I have a perfect bride for you already."

"What the hell?" I groaned, but he left. Just like that!

I was amused with the way he said it though, but I shook my head as I'm aware it must be a business proposal he was talking about.

In fact, nothing much will change in my life with this arrangement. Even though I may get married, I will keep Sarah by my side.

And whoever my bride is going to be, I'd make sure that she will never interfere in my private affairs!

Especially between me and Sarah.

I will allow no one to come between us. Not even the so-called bride!

But for now, I need to make sure to let Sarah know that we can have a good time together even without having love in the equation.

Because I fucking own Sarah in every fucking way possible!

She is mine. Only mine.

After all, I can buy everything Sarah wants. I can take her to the best shops in the world and give the best things to her except love, and she will be contented.

Women could be easily contented that way and Sarah is no exception.

She may have thrown tantrums but I know Sarah will be easily satisfied with just a few things.

But first, Sarah should come to me on her own. Then I would waste no time to bend her on my knee and turn her gorgeous ass red for the stunt she pulled with Hayden!

Damn! That thought itself made my cock twitch in my pants.

Sarah, you're up for one hell of a ride.

But it can wait until the gathering is over. Then I'll take my sweet time punishing you.

I groaned thinking I can't have her in my arms for a couple of days. But it will be worth the wait, though.

A wide grin spread across my lips and I smirked, "I'd let you know who owns you, Sarah."

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