Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Dominic
Holy shit.
I've handcuffed Alicia to my fucking bed…
Jogging back down the stairs, I run my fingers through my hair and shake my head.
"I'm losing my fucking mind," I grumble.
"I'd be inclined to agree with you," Leo says, turning to face me from where he's sitting on the sofa, Alicia's dog curled up on his lap.
Seeing his face brings back my fury tenfold, and the blood in my body rushes back up to my head instantly as I narrow my eyes at his smirking face.
"Where were you?" I ask, leaning against the banister at the bottom of the stairs, shoving my fisted hands into the pockets of my suit trousers.
He shrugs. "Out and about."
"Do you want me to fucking punch you?"
He chuckles, swiping the dog off of his lap and standing up, brushing the hairs off of his jeans before looking up at me.
"As much as I'd like to see you try, I'm done with my babysitting duties and have other places to be. Once you get this jealousy thing you've got going on under control and realise you're acting like an arsehole, I'll speak to you. Until then, get someone else to keep your wife company."
"I'm not jealous," I scoff, watching as he walks out the living room.
"And I'm a ray of sunshine," he spits back, moments before I hear the elevator doors opening.
Walking over to the sofa, I drop down onto the leather, throwing my head back and staring up at the ceiling as I listen to the sound of frustrated curses and metal clanking from upstairs.
Closing my eyes, I picture Alicia yanking at the cuff on her wrist, trying to break free, and a smirk spreads across my face.
I may have temporarily lost my mind when I cuffed her to my bed, but as the image formulates in my mind, and I remember the feel of her curvaceous body beneath mine as I was fighting with her to get her in the vulnerable position she's currently in, my dick thickens in my trousers.
Jesus, I'm a sick fuck.
Swiping my hands down my face, I sigh, lowering one hand down my body and squeeze my throbbing cock.
A bite of pain has my stomach clenching, and I move my hand away, unclasping my trousers and pulling down the zip so the metal bars that now run through my appendage are no longer tightly pressed against the material.
If I knew I'd be married to such a temptress, I wouldn't have gotten my dick pierced months ago.
Although it's been fully healed for a few weeks now, I haven't touched my cock since, worried I'll cause irreparable damage. But every time I'm around Alicia, all the blood in my body seems to rush south, and it's becoming harder and harder not to relieve myself.
Hearing Alicia screaming upstairs doesn't help my predicament, and although she's clearly furious while calling out my name and shouting things in her native tongue I don't understand, it seems to ignite the desire coursing through my body, and my dick thickens further beneath my boxers causing me to groan.
Untucking my shirt from my waistband, I lift my head from the back of the sofa as I slip my hand beneath the band of my briefs, but when my eyes connect with a pair of black beady ones that are looking up at me from the floor, my mood sours and I yank my hand away from my quickly softening dick as I scowl at the creature in front of me.
It tilts its head to the side, watching as I zip my trousers back up, and then it begins to bark, in annoying, yappy way that pierces through my skull.
"Shut up," I growl, hoping to scare it away from me, but instead, it seems to take my words as an invitation to get closer. "No. Stay there."
The little rat doesn't listen at all, pawing at my legs with its tongue lolling out of its mouth as it's ears perk up, twitching with every sound Alicia makes from upstairs, as if it's trying to figure out where the noise is coming from.
I shuffle along the sofa, moving my legs away from where it is, but it follows me, whining.
"What the fuck do you want?"
It yaps again before running off, and I sigh in relief that it's finally left me alone. But a moment later, it trots back into the room with a lead in its mouth, the colour matching the stupid little bow attached to its head between its pointed ears.
"I'm not walking you," I grunt, shaking my head.
Dropping the lead from its mouth, it uses its nose to nudge my leg.
"Nope. Not doing it."
It whines again, sitting back on it's hind legs and setting one of its front paws on my shin.
We stare at each other for a few moments before I squeeze my eyes shut and release a frustrated breath.
"Fine, I'll walk you, but only this once, and only because it's my fault your owner can't."
I stand from the sofa, and the little fluff ball yips excitedly, running circles around my legs as I pick up the ridiculously bright pink lead from the floor.
"Oh, come on. Just move, please," I beg, tugging on the lead. "People keep staring and taking pictures!"
The little mutt just stares at me, lying on the pavement without a care in the world.
We've been stood here for close to five minutes, and my embarrassment is growing with every second. A group of women stand across the road with their phones pointed at me, wide grins on their faces.
"Come on, you little fucker. We're two streets away."
I glance around, hoping no one's close enough to hear me pleading with a bloody dog, and thankfully, no one is, but she still refuses to move. If anything, she makes herself more comfortable, resting her head on her front paws.
"I am not picking you up," I bite out. "I already look ridiculous walking around with you. If I pick you up, and pictures surface on the internet of this, no one will ever take me seriously."
When she still doesn't move, I huff, shake my head, and step to the side of the path, leaning my shoulder against the glass window of a shop front.
My phone begins to ring in my pocket, and I yank it out, lifting it to my ear without even checking who's calling.
"What?"
"Well, someone's got their knickers in a twist," my sister says, giggling.
"What do you want, Soph?" I ask, tugging on the lead again in the hopes it'll move.
"Maybe I just wanted to check on my big brother and see how he's doing?"
Rolling my eyes at my sister's response, and the lack of movement from the mutt at my feet, I scoff.
"We both know that's not what you're calling me for, so spit it out. I'm busy."
She laughs so loudly I have to pull the phone away from my ear.
"Yeah, I can tell you're busy," she says, breathless from her bout of laughter. "How are the streets of London treating you tonight, brother?"
Scowling, I glance around.
"Are you watching me?"
She literally cackles in my ear again, incoherently trying to speak to me, but I can't understand a word she says as my eyes continue darting around all the buildings surrounding me, looking for cameras.
"Have you got Kaleb stalking me?" I ask, my cheeks flaming from anger and embarrassment at the possibility she's been watching me argue with an animal for the past five minutes.
"I'm not watching you, Dom. You're not entertaining enough," Kaleb says through the speaker. "Well, usually you're not anyway, but now you're acting like Dr Dolittle, I might consider watching you more often."
The amusement in his tone pisses me off, and his words send a fresh wave of humiliation rushing through me.
Using my shoulder to hold the phone against my ear, I bend down and quickly scoop the mutt up from the floor, tucking her under my arm and hoping my thick puffer coat shields her from the eyes on me across the street.
"There's pictures, isn't there?" I ask quietly, yanking my hood over my head and dropping my gaze as I rush through the darkening streets, back to my apartment.
"Yeah, there's a couple of pictures already circulating," he confirms, snickering. "You look cute, Dom. The Pomeranian suits you well, man."
"Fuck you," I spit, ending the call and forcefully shoving the phone back into my coat pocket as I near my building, keeping my arm securely around the wriggling body I'm trying to hide.