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together with him. A slice of heaven with two kids and a demented puppy. How stupid. As if someone like him would end up with someone like me.
I think I might even know the exact moment I got caught up in the fairy tale. When I was lying in bed looking at the red dress he sent me. It was so special, and I’ve never been given anything so splendid by anyone—ever. In fact, no one I know can even afford to buy such expensive items. I guess I got totally sucked into my outlandish piece of fiction when I tried on the dress and it fit me like a dream.
But really, who can blame me? It was such a delicious fantasy.
When I was a girl, I always, always wanted to be Cinderella. I wanted to go to the ball all dressed up in a glittery blue gown and have a handsome prince fall in love with me. At midnight I’d drop my glass slipper and my prince would come looking for me. He would search high and low, and no one else would do. The slipper was mine. The man was mine. Dom is the prince I’ve always dreamed of, and subconsciously I was acting out my childhood dream.
It was the throbbing emptiness inside me that made me forget my good decision to drink carefully, and I became stupidly reckless. I think I’ve consumed more than half a bottle of wine on my own. Again. Dom never comments, just watches, and silently refills my glass. He doesn’t even seem to care that I’ve gone strange and our conversation has become stilted. The harsh comment was designed to keep me at a distance. I guess he didn’t want to lead me up the garden path. He wanted me to have no illusions. We’re having sex and we’re having fun.
Yay! What fun.
Dom uncurls his long frame and walks Franco to the door. Their voices roll through me as they cross the apartment. Feeling restless, I stand up. Whoa. Why is the floor moving? I put a foot in front of me, and another, and another, and I’m leaning on the railing. The city glitters like a bed of lights below. I hear the front door close and then Dom is back on the balcony. I turn around slowly. A wind has risen and it whips my hair into my eyes. I use both my hands to hold it in place.
He doesn’t come closer. He just stands there watching me. I can’t see his expression because the light is behind him, but his body is tense and taut. I think of how he pounced on me yesterday. I think of how shamelessly I responded.
‘I think I’d like another drink,’ I slur to him.
‘Sure. What d’you want?’ His voice is cool and distant. He really doesn’t give a shit about me.
‘I’ll have that thing I saw Franco swigging from the freezer.’
I can’t be sure, but I think he smiles. ‘OK. Do you want to come in? It’s getting a bit cold.’
‘So, what do you care?’
He walks up to me and threads his fingers through mine. ‘To be honest, you look like you’re about to fall over the railing, and I’d feel a lot better if we went in.’
‘Yeah?’
He sighs. ‘Christ, you’re so drunk.’
‘I thought you liked me drunk.’
‘Come on. Let’s get you some grappa.’
We go into his kitchen and I sit on the counter while he opens the freezer.
‘Is that ice cream I see in there?’ I ask interestedly.
He pulls the carton out.
‘Let me see that. Gin and tonic ice cream! Where on earth did you get this from?’ I exclaim enthusiastically.
‘My sister buys it. She loves the stuff, but she’s on this strict organic diet, so she keeps a tub here so the only time she can have it is when she’s here. But I believe there might be a tub at Shane’s, Jake’s, and my mum’s, too.’ His face softens while he’s talking about his sister, and suddenly I feel sad. I want this beautiful, beautiful man for myself, but he doesn’t want me. Yeah, he wants me to have sex with, but not all of me in sickness and in health, till death do us part.
He looks at me with amusement. ‘Would you rather have the ice cream instead of the grappa?’
I have to think this one out. ‘Can I have the grappa
I think I might even know the exact moment I got caught up in the fairy tale. When I was lying in bed looking at the red dress he sent me. It was so special, and I’ve never been given anything so splendid by anyone—ever. In fact, no one I know can even afford to buy such expensive items. I guess I got totally sucked into my outlandish piece of fiction when I tried on the dress and it fit me like a dream.
But really, who can blame me? It was such a delicious fantasy.
When I was a girl, I always, always wanted to be Cinderella. I wanted to go to the ball all dressed up in a glittery blue gown and have a handsome prince fall in love with me. At midnight I’d drop my glass slipper and my prince would come looking for me. He would search high and low, and no one else would do. The slipper was mine. The man was mine. Dom is the prince I’ve always dreamed of, and subconsciously I was acting out my childhood dream.
It was the throbbing emptiness inside me that made me forget my good decision to drink carefully, and I became stupidly reckless. I think I’ve consumed more than half a bottle of wine on my own. Again. Dom never comments, just watches, and silently refills my glass. He doesn’t even seem to care that I’ve gone strange and our conversation has become stilted. The harsh comment was designed to keep me at a distance. I guess he didn’t want to lead me up the garden path. He wanted me to have no illusions. We’re having sex and we’re having fun.
Yay! What fun.
Dom uncurls his long frame and walks Franco to the door. Their voices roll through me as they cross the apartment. Feeling restless, I stand up. Whoa. Why is the floor moving? I put a foot in front of me, and another, and another, and I’m leaning on the railing. The city glitters like a bed of lights below. I hear the front door close and then Dom is back on the balcony. I turn around slowly. A wind has risen and it whips my hair into my eyes. I use both my hands to hold it in place.
He doesn’t come closer. He just stands there watching me. I can’t see his expression because the light is behind him, but his body is tense and taut. I think of how he pounced on me yesterday. I think of how shamelessly I responded.
‘I think I’d like another drink,’ I slur to him.
‘Sure. What d’you want?’ His voice is cool and distant. He really doesn’t give a shit about me.
‘I’ll have that thing I saw Franco swigging from the freezer.’
I can’t be sure, but I think he smiles. ‘OK. Do you want to come in? It’s getting a bit cold.’
‘So, what do you care?’
He walks up to me and threads his fingers through mine. ‘To be honest, you look like you’re about to fall over the railing, and I’d feel a lot better if we went in.’
‘Yeah?’
He sighs. ‘Christ, you’re so drunk.’
‘I thought you liked me drunk.’
‘Come on. Let’s get you some grappa.’
We go into his kitchen and I sit on the counter while he opens the freezer.
‘Is that ice cream I see in there?’ I ask interestedly.
He pulls the carton out.
‘Let me see that. Gin and tonic ice cream! Where on earth did you get this from?’ I exclaim enthusiastically.
‘My sister buys it. She loves the stuff, but she’s on this strict organic diet, so she keeps a tub here so the only time she can have it is when she’s here. But I believe there might be a tub at Shane’s, Jake’s, and my mum’s, too.’ His face softens while he’s talking about his sister, and suddenly I feel sad. I want this beautiful, beautiful man for myself, but he doesn’t want me. Yeah, he wants me to have sex with, but not all of me in sickness and in health, till death do us part.
He looks at me with amusement. ‘Would you rather have the ice cream instead of the grappa?’
I have to think this one out. ‘Can I have the grappa
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