Chapter 105 Blackmail and Bitter Thoughts
POV Dominic:
I look down at my wet boot, curse, and damn Maya. I can’t believe her fucking baby made a fool out of me, dragging me almost all over the farm just to piss on my boot. On my fucking boot! The mutt looks at me with his frightened eyes, and I curse again. I don’t want him to be afraid of me—I want his owner to be. I pick him up and head back to the house. I need to return him to Maya and hope they leave as soon as possible.
When I step through the door, the sound of laughter greets me. I head to the kitchen, and what a surprise it is to see Maya standing there, imitating me. Woman from hell! I draw everyone’s attention the moment I let out a growl. Everyone turns their faces toward me, and it doesn’t take long before they start laughing again. Maya looks at Louis in my arms, and before I can even think, she pulls her phone out of her purse and snaps a picture. Son of a bitch.
“All set. Now I have something to blackmail you with,” she says without a shred of shame. “Sorry, Norah and Dane, but I couldn’t resist.”
Norah, Dane? What the fuck happened in the few minutes I was gone taking the dog out to piss?
“Don’t worry, dear,” my mother replies, making my eyes widen. She never accepted anyone making fools of her sons, and now she’s calmly accepting some lunatic blackmailing me?
“Sit down, son. We were waiting for you to eat,” my father says, smiling again as he looks from Maya to my mother.
I sit in the only chair available, which to my torment is right next to Maya. Luca looks at me and throws a silent question my way, glancing from Maya back to me. My brother wants to know if I’m fucking her, and not even if hell froze over would I fuck her. She torments me, she gets under my skin, and even if she were the last pussy on the face of the earth, I wouldn’t touch it. Luca’s smile widens, making it clear the bastard is going to try. Good luck.
I look at Mikhail and Adrian, who ask the same question with their eyes—one I have no intention whatsoever of answering. This has to be a joke. I snort loudly, drawing the attention of the crazy woman beside me. She leans closer, and I clench my thigh to keep from squeezing her neck.
“Aren’t you going to wash your hands?” She’s right—shit, I didn’t even think about that. “Louis is very clean, but you never know what you were holding before my baby.” I choke on my saliva.
What is this slut implying? She can’t be talking about my—
“Nervous? Then you really were holding—”
“I’m going to the bathroom to wash my hands!” I say loudly, startling everyone at the table.
“Don’t take long, son. I’m about to serve the food.”
I hurry down the hallway. I don’t want to go back to that table; I’ve completely lost my appetite. Still, I can’t do something like that. I know how much it would hurt my mother if I snubbed her like that. I wash my hands three times. I don’t want that shameless woman infiltrating my life any more than she already has. When I return to the table, I eat in silence, only listening to the conversation flowing among them. What surprises me for most of that lunch is seeing Sebastian laugh like I haven’t seen him laugh in a long time.
After Maya left, Sebastian came up to me, wanting to know if I liked her. I had to hold back a laugh. I told him we have nothing to do with each other, and that I don’t want anything either. After Sebastian left my room, something crossed my mind—but for it to happen, I would have to want to be with Maya, even for a second, without wanting to kill her. And that, I believe, is impossible.