Dom's Absolution

Ch. 23 - What A Year

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"At the end of hardship
comes happiness."

- Korean Proverb
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Chapter 23 - What A Year

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So much had happened within the last twelve months.

At the beginning of my third year at university, just a few weeks short of our one-year anniversary, Cristiano and I had ended our relationship.

Well rather, he broke things off with me.

In the end, he had decided to finish his degree via distance learning, not wanting to be too far from his mother's side. This meant that he would be moving hundreds of miles away and he felt that there was no sense in trying to make things work.

We had both agreed that we did not want the burden of a long-distance relationship, and a part of me felt guilty for being so thankful that things had ended.

I was relieved not to have to admit my feelings for Dominic. I did not want to hurt Cristiano.

As a result, we had parted on good terms and he had visited me a handful of times since he had moved away. Every time he came, Blaire and I made it our duty to spend as much time with him as we could while he was around.

Even though I had barely seen Cristiano, we still remained great friends.

On the other hand, things with Dominic had shifted.

We were now both more open about how we felt, me more than him of course. Neither of us made a move to take our relationship further or even put a name on it.

As far as the enigmatic mafia boss was concerned, he may have acknowledged his feelings for me and occasionally gave in to brief moments of passion that resulted in toe curling kisses that left me breathless. However, Dominic was clearly holding himself back, torturing us both.

But hey, we both enjoyed the playful back and forth that we had going on, so I figured it made no sense to ruin a good thing.

Of course, I was not dating anyone. My attention was solely focused on him. I could not say if Dominic was doing the same as there were nights that he would go off on his own, making me wonder if he was still visiting the brothels.

Although I suspected that he may have, I could have been wrong.

But then again, he was a man, and one whom had needs. I knew that our kisses and dry humping would not be enough to satisfy him and I was not narcissistic enough to think that he was not engaging in any other sexual activities.

As jealous as it made me to think about him fucking other women, he did not belong to me, at least not yet.

Since we were not official or anything, I comforted myself in the thought that I was playing a long game. It was obvious that he had deep feelings for me, he had said as much. So, I knew that those women meant nothing to him. I mean, Dominic never let anyone touch his skin besides me and that fact alone was what kept my green-eyed demon in check.

He could continue his brothel runs all he liked. But once we had properly established the boundaries of our relationship, I would be the only one who would have the pleasure of servicing him.

Unlike those other women, I would be able to touch him and fuck him in return and the thought made my body shiver.

I just decided to accept things as they were, letting whatever we were building develop naturally. To be honest, I felt like it was better this way, as trying to force things might have pushed Dominic away. Especially as he liked being in control. I needed to play my cards right if I intended to take the reigns from him at some point.