Grace’s POV
I kept my mouth shut knowing that maybe I asked something which i shouldn’t. Dom is close to his mother and might not be comfortable with sharing her life.
“She has insomnia…”
He broke the silence with a heavy sigh.
My eyebrows furrowed. What must have happened with her.
“It’s been years now… She can’t sleep unless and until my father takes her in his arms and make her fall asleep…”
He said.
“Because he is the only one whom she trusts?”
I asked. She must be peaceful around him, feeling safe enough to surrender herself to him.
“Because he is the only one whom she trusts!”
He nodded.
“I can’t tell you more than this…”
Okay i respect that!
“Your parents seems to be in deep love.”
They still have that spark between them.
“Hmm!”
Dom replied almost in disapproval.
“You don’t agree?”
I frowned. I can’t be wrong in this.
“I do!”
He replied still sounding unsure.
“Doesn’t sound like it.”
I mumbled and he probably ignored it.
He stopped the car in front of the small shop and the street is empty and silent.
No one is around.
“We reached?”
I looked at him.
“Looks like it…”
He looked at the closed shop.
He got out and i followed him.
It’s a small shop. It has closed door beside the shutter which shows that apartment is attached to the shop.
Dom pressed the door bell. I feel so guilty for waking up people at this late.
“Dom, stop… May be no one is home.”
I said when he continuously hit the door bell.
“What the hell is wrong with you people…”
I flinched when she lady suddenly opened the door and yelled at us.
She glared at us angrily. She is old, grey hair and wrinkles are prominent.
“I want mango ice cream…”
Dom demanded in his usual bossy voice.
“Shop is closed… Get the fuck out…”
She was about to close the door but Dom pushed it open.
“I am anamika’s son…”
He said and she frowned at him.
“You can’t be… She can’t birth a mannerless son like you.”
She said and my eyes widened.
Dom closed his eyes annoyed. I wonder what’s stopping his lash out.
“Mia moglie e incinta. Vuole il gelato al mango e non riesco a trovarlo da nessuna parte. Ho bisogno del tuo aiuto. Non ti disturberei a quest’ora se non fosse per lei.”
(My wife is pregnant. She wants mango ice cream and i can’t find it anywhere. I need your help. I wouldn’t be disturbing you at this late if it wasn’t for her.)
I frowned when he started talking in Italian.
That lady looked at me and sighed.
“Things people do for love…”
She shook his head and walked outside.
I frowned at Dom, what did he tell her to make her believe that we are in love.
“What did you say to her…”
“That you are pregnant and you are craving Mango ice cream.”
He said with smirk and i gasped.
“Lier!”
I slapped his arm.
“I am worse than just a lier..”
He replied and walked towards the shop.
I watched the woman making ice cream for us.
“Your father used to come here just like this…”
She mixed the mango pulp with some cream.
“Banging on my door at midnight…”
Dom looked at her curiously when she started talking about his parents.
“Like father like son…”
She shook her head.
“But glad to know atleast you criminals love your wife.”
My eyes widened. She thinks we are married. Obviously! he told her i am pregnant.
She handed me the cup of ice cream and i quickly took it from her.
We walked back to the car and i sat inside.
Mango flavour melted in my mouth, invading every sense of taste.
Dom started the car and offered him spoonful.
He smiled, leaned towards me and licked my lips.
“Hmm… It’s good.”
He moaned.
I blushed furiously when he did that.
Fuck me!
I ate my ice cream silently and he was driving until his phone rang.
He looked at the screen and stopped the car beside the road. Is it that confidential that he had to stop the car and get away from me?
He doesn’t trust me! Something burn in my heart.
Well, isn’t it obvious. For him i am his enemy, it makes sense for him not to trust me.
All the excitement from before vanished along with desire to eat the ice cream.
Why does it matter? It was me who said ‘only sex’ trust and Emotions were not in the story from the beginning.
Suddenly his closed car started suffocating me. I opened the door and got out.
Fresh air wasn’t helpful either. I looked at the Dom who was busy yelling at someone on the phone.
There are only few cars on the road. Road is covered by trees on both sides, it’s little scary out here but Dom is with me so in don’t really care.
Wow! Putting faith on my kidnapper to protect me!
“Grace?”
I looked up when someone called me.
“Oh my god! It’s really you.”
I frowned at the man. Quite good looking man! Tall, fair and dark hair. Doesn’t look Italian though, his accent is also different.
“Excuse me!”
Who is he?
“Grace, what happened? Why are you acting like you don’t know me?”
He asked stepping closer.
“Yeah! Because i don’t know you.”
I said confused and alert. I looked at Dom who is still busy in yelling.
He sighed.
“You are mad! I understand… Aren’t you happy to see me after so many years…”
He said with glow in his eyes, like he has found some treasure.
“What’s your name?”
I asked and his smile fell.
“Grace?”
He looked little shocked.
“Drop the act, please…”
He said with desperation in his voice.
“I am Osman!”
Osman! Something ticked in my head. I have heard his name before.