Beautiful Betrayal

Fears

"Where are you going?" He questioned as he observed me.

I sighed before responding, "I enrolled in a swimming course," I informed him as I unlocked my door.

"What? But you have aquaphobia," he exclaimed, clearly surprised by my decision.

"Yes, I do have aquaphobia. That's precisely why I enrolled in that course, Dominic," I explained calmly. "I have to face my fears someday, so why not start today?"

"You don't have to enroll in that public place, I can teach you," He offered earnestly.

"No, thank you," I declined politely.

"Victoria, I'm telling you, I can..." he began again, but I cut him off.

"Stop it, Dominic. I'm not asking for your help, so let me be, please," I interrupted, my tone firm.

"Okay," he relented, though there was a hint of frustration in his voice. He looked at me with a touch of anger before settling on the nearby couch.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned again, feeling suffocated by his presence for the first time.

"I brought you chocolates and croissants," he replied, holding out the treats with a hopeful expression.

"So now you bring chocolates and croissants?" my conscience yelled at him, but I kept my lips tightly shut.

He often resorted to such gestures when he felt guilty about something.I shook my head helplessly as I made my way towards the kitchen.

"Would you like some tea or coffee?" I asked, trying to maintain a civil tone.

"Black coffee is fine," he replied curtly.

"Jerk," I muttered silently, frustrated by his response. I had only offered out of politeness, but this básterd.

Gritting my teeth, I brewed some coffee in the machine. Without saying another word, I handed him his coffee and headed towards my room. After taking a shower and changing my clothes, I returned to the living room, expecting him to have left. However, to my annoyance, he was still there, lounging on the couch as if he owned the place, engrossed in some TV show.

I saw his neatly folded jacket on the table.

"You haven't left yet?" I questioned casually as I settled on the end of the couch.

"No," he replied simply.

I debated asking him why he hadn't left yet but decided against it, instead I shift my attention to the wall clock.

"I'm ordering Chinese for dinner. Would you like to order something? Or maybe your housekeeper already cooked your dinner, so it's better to hurry before your dinner gets cold," I offered with a sweet smile, trying to hide my irritation with politeness.

However, he looked at me skeptically, as though I had grown two heads.

"I'm not going anywhere, Victoria," he stated firmly. "And I'm having my dinner here, so whatever you ordered is fine by me."

Shameless. Absolutely shameless. cursing him nonstop in my mind, I placed our food order.

After dinner, we sat on the couch, sipping champagne in silence. I found myself staring blankly at my glass when Dominic finally broke the silence.

"How is Alexander?" he asked.

"He's fine."

"How's your relationship going with him?" he inquired further.

"I broke up with him," I admitted quietly.

"What? Why? When?" Dominic looked shocked, and I took a deep breath before finally meeting his gaze.

"It's time to reveal the truth," I thought  before speaking aloud. "He deserves better, Nic. He deserves better, someone better than me."

"What are you saying, Victoria? Why are you saying he deserves better? It's you, cara, who deserves better, not him."

"I knew it," he continued, frustration creeping into his voice. "That bastard was not the right choice for you, sweetheart."

"Oh, Dominic, please shut up," I snapped. "He is a very beautiful, kind person. He was such a sweetheart to me, but I don't deserve him. It was all my fault."

"You deserve the whole fucking world, cara," Dominic insisted passionately. "And why are you defending that bastard?"

"Because now he's my friend," I replied firmly.

"Even after getting your heart broken, how could you still be friends with him?" he questioned, his disbelief evident in his tone.

"He hadn't break my heart, Dominic. Someone else did," I whispered absentmindedly but he heard it.

"Someone broke your heart?" he questioned furiously, his eyes searching mine.

"Yes," I admitted softly, a sad smile tugging at my lips as I looked at him.

"Who?" he pressed, his tone growing impatient.

"You!"

"Someone," I replied softly.

"Who, Tori?" he demanded firmly with anger in his eyes.

"You!"

"It doesn't matter, Nic," I repeated softly, hoping to end the conversation.

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