Dominic Garspuccio Short Film นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He acknowledged her gratitude with a nod. “I mean it.” She said. “I know you do.” It was the first time they were exchanging words without any animosity. *** The following day, Dominic returned home to a surprise. He returned home early because he didn’t feel like working for the rest of the day. He needed a break. Parking the car before the gate, he was about to exit and get the gate open so he could drive in but was surprised when the gate started to open from the inside. At first, he thought it was Andra but he doubted it. She was not that kind. Perhaps she was about to go out and it was just coincidental, he decided.

To double-check my vision, I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles and looked back with a crystal clear view to find that I wasn’t mistaken and my mind wasn’t playing tricks with me. Just a few steps away from the gate stood Dominic in a pale gray shirt which hugged the best parts of his figure—those biceps bulged out perfectly when he lifted his arm and took a puff of his cigarette. His mouth slightly parted to release the smoke that curled around his face and faded like a ghost. He smoked?

Dominic had his phone out. He filmed it without making a production of filming it, the specific discretion of someone who understood that the moment did not need a director and needed only to be documented. Thirty seconds. Alexander smiling. Isabella watching Alexander smiling with the expression of a lead researcher observing a successful outcome. I did not comment on the filming. Later that afternoon Dominic was at the kitchen table and I came in for water and his phone was in front of him and the screen was on. He was watching the video. I glanced at the screen. He did not look up. I got my water and went back to what I was doing and did not say anything because there was nothing to say.

“No? No, Mr. Gomez, please come up with a way. It’s useless if you’re just talking.” Dominic chuckled. “I’ve come here today because I want to discuss this with you. I have an idea.” “What idea?” Dominic did not answer directly. Instead, he clapped his hands. The door was immediately opened, and a man with sunglasses walked in. The man was skinny, and his face was unshaven. He looked like he had not eaten for many days. However, he owned a pair of very fair and clean hands, which did not match his dirty and sloppy appearance. Every finger looked incredibly vibrant.

My mouth parted for a breathless gasp as his touch grew bolder, dragging me towards a climax I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide. And that’s when I fucking realized— Dominic Moretti was going to make me cum in front of an entire mafia family. ---

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"Relax your posture. Your micro-expressions will draw unnecessary attention to our sector." He paused, his eyes cutting across the room to trace the coordinates she had indicated. "Oh, they are nothing more than customs officials," Dominic stated, his dark eyelashes not even twitching. His gaze remained leveled straight ahead, his cadence entirely flat, completely stripped of any readable emotion. "Pay them no mind. Your only objective tonight is to observe the theater." "Rest assured."

Domenico made grotesque remarks about Georgia, who, of course, was deeply offended by what she was seeing. That was a video that Alessandro obtained from the security cameras of his company, from the day when Domenico assaulted him. It was the evidence the man needed to show Georgia that Domenico was not a good person. "What is this, Domenico? What's happening?" She looked around, feeling like a fool. "This man who is with you and about to marry you is nothing more than a liar who has been trying to use you all this time. He only wants to take advantage of you, Georgia," Alessandro said, who managed to force his way into the chapel.

The guests pulled out their invitations and exchanged confused looks. Suddenly, the huge screen lit up and played private videos of Dominick and Gia. “Dom, if I’d known you were so amazing, I would’ve given myself to you a long time ago.” “Tell me, Dom. Am I the woman you love the most?” “Yes, I love you the most.” Dominick’s breathing was ragged. “How do I fare with Luna? Do you prefer me over her?” “Of course. You are the one I truly love.” …

Matteo climbed the steps slowly, hands slightly damp, hiding the shake in his legs. He told himself to act normal. Be sharp. Be useful. Be nothing. When he entered the room, Dominic was seated on the black leather couch, shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled to the elbows, shadows cutting sharp across his face from the dim blue light. He didn’t speak for a full minute. Just stared. Then: “Sit.” Matteo obeyed. The silence stretched. “You’ve been working hard,” Dominic said finally. “Trying not to get fired,” Matteo answered quietly.