All Chapters of In The Hands of Dominic: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dominic’s phone started to ring with the same number. He didn’t have time for that. Feeling pissed off, he turned off his phone and enjoyed the silence.He spent quite some time there and when he was done, he turned on his phone and decided to head back home.By the time he got home, it was getting dark. He stepped into the house and Andra was waiting for him inside the living room in a pair of pajama shorts.Her hair was down and he liked that her pajama shorts were not skimpy but right above her knees, exposing great-looking toned legs just like the rest of her. Standing there with her hands akimbo, she looked like a nagging wife as she stared daggers at him.“The deal has just barely started and you’re already throwing lies all over the place.” She said judgmentally as his eyes rested on hers.Dominic was not ready for her tirade and didn’t waste time telling her exactly how he felt.“Look here, I don’t need you adding your shenanigans to my frustration.” He warned. “After all, I a

There was a moment of silence and Andra heard her stepmother’s heavy sigh.“Swallow your pride, Andra.” She advised. “And with whatever cash you have in hand, open a new bank account and send me the details. Then I will send you something basic that you can start surviving with.”“I will pay you back,” Andra vowed, refusing to let go of her pride.“Oh, please. Just get the account. I’ will be waiting.”After the call ended, Andra realized the seriousness of her situation. She called Molly to complain about the matter.“I’m so sorry about all this, but your stepmother is right,” Molly said. “Open the account. I will also send something but it is not going to be too good. You know I have my money in fixed deposit as I’m trying to save up for my studio.”“I know.”“Now, you see why I work, right?”“Your job is demeaning.”“It is not demeaning. Making beats for musicians is not a useless job. It will help me when I eventually get my studio.”Andra sighed with frustration. “Whatever, Molly

That night, Andra got prepared for her night out. She had no concerns as she dressed up. Dominic’s threat of interference did not bother her. He would not dare stick his nose where it did not belong. She checked her time on the wall and saw that it was almost 9:00 pm. The party would begin thirty minutes later. She was running out of time. She grabbed her purse and headed out. Upon reaching the living room, Dominic was not there. She was relieved at his absence because she dreaded a confrontation with him deep down. She didn’t need any. She needed her peace. Andra walked out to her car and noticed that Dominic’s car was not there. She felt relieved again. He was out. Perhaps, he was busy with taxi work. Well, good for him. Andra entered her car and let herself out. She was starting to feel the inconvenience of not having a gateman. At her father’s place, there was a gateman available to open and close the gate. She missed that. The thought was on her mind as she went ahead to open

Dominic ignored Andra and kept his focus on the man. Jack’s gaze was cautious upon Dominic as he politely introduced himself.“I’m Jack, her friend. I’m just…”“Friend?” Dominic questioned disbelievingly, causing the man to pause with a guilty expression on his face.“A friend that lets a friend get drunk, especially to this extent, is not a friend,” Dominic concluded brusquely.Both men stared at each other in the tense silence that followed. Dominic’s gaze was unfriendly while Jack’s was wary.“Look, I’m just helping.” He explained defensively.“Leave my…my friend alone.” Andra drawled, managing to lift a pair of drowsy-looking eyes on Dominic. “Leave…leave him alone. We don’t want any…any trouble.”“You had better just shut your drunken mouth,” Dominic ordered, freezing her even in her drunken state.Jack, as if realizing he was at a crossfire, decided to flee the scene. After all, this was between an engaged couple. A wise man should not stand between a couple.“I think I better g

Ten minutes later, Dominic who had been waiting inside the living room, looked up from his phone as Andra stormed in from her bedroom. She wore a casual mid-thigh dress and looked like a nice next-door girl, but he didn’t let that fool him. He knew the brat she was. He observed the brooding look on her face as she glowered at him. “Why can’t you just let me rest?” she demanded. “No, don’t do that.” He responded firmly with a warning tone. “Don’t do what you’re doing, because I know exactly what it is that you’re doing right now and it won’t work with me. You should know that by now.” “What am I doing?” she asked, the brooding look gradually being replaced with a wary expression. “What am I doing?” she repeated. “Playing a game.” He replied. “And like I said, such games don’t work with me. I assure you.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “You don’t?” he asked disbelievingly. “Who are you trying to fool? You storm out here looking all angry. So what will happen? I would t