Her Tears

Chapter 41

Her Tears.

Sage Dominic.

I knew how I handled the issue was wrong, but I wanted her to understand that she was in danger by just coming to my house.

"Hey man." Elijah came up beside me. "Were you able to clarify with her? I swear I never told her your address."

"I believe you." I forced a smile which came out more like a grimace.

"That's much better." He sighed out in relief. "I swear, she was just disturbing me for the past two days. Asking questions about you... And all I could think about was that video that Sara showed me..."

"Video?" I stopped him immediately. "What video?"

He looked startled as if he had leaked something he wasn't supposed to.

"Well... It's not much, but..." He was stuttering, trying to find the right words to convey his feelings. "That night that you saved Mrs. Lyla... Well... Someone took a video of both of you going to your car. And it was like you bent down to peck her forehead."

I felt slightly unsettled that someone was watching my movements, and this felt even more dangerous than before. If those videos got into the wrong hands... Fuck! Lyla will suffer the consequences.

And right now, I didn't have the power to protect her from what may come in future. I just needed that power, and I wouldn't care about anything else.

"But did she really come to your house?" Elijah asked, leaning into his chair.

We were currently seated in the cafeteria after class and he was the one making all the conversations.

"No." My answer was sharp. "She didn't come. She just knew."

No one needed to know that she came to my house. Not just yet. My time in school was just a deal made between my father and I. He was going to be handing me the entirety of his company if I agreed to go to school and make relationships with people my age. It was a stupid deal, yes, but my father had so much power just because of being a CEO of Dominic Ventures. And I needed the kind of power to make things mine... To possess and protect.

And if my father caught wind of me breaking the rules or doing anything out of the ordinary, the deal would be off, and Lyla would suffer in my stead. She would suffer both online and offline attacks, and her family would also suffer— not that I cared about her useless husband.

My mind flashed back to the last conversation I had with her, and something twisted in my heart when I recalled the look on her face after the hurtful things I said to her. I wanted to hold her and explain things to her, but it felt like things would only get worse.

If anything, I wanted to flaunt her like she was my woman. I didn't care that she was older. I wanted every bit of that curvy woman. From her head down to her pretty toes.

"But the rumours are that you were yelling at her for coming to your house?" Elijah asked again.

"No. She didn't come to my house. She sent a package there because of my illness." I lied smoothly. "Stop joining the rest of the school to say nonsense."

Again, the memories of the tears in her eyes flashed in my mind, and the guilt I felt was now overwhelming. I grabbed my bag and stood up. I needed to see her and talk to her.

I didn't want her crying because she was sad or anything. The only time I want to see tears in her eyes is when she is the throes of pleasure... When she is lifting her body to meet my thrusts...

When she is crying and begging for more... When she is climaxing over my dick... That's the only time I want to see those beautiful tears of hers.