Chapter 18: Console

" Hey, look at me....please " Dominick whined and hugged Vishakha from back making her frustrated

" What's the catch, huh ? What do you want, won't you even let me study now " she asked him being annoyed while he snuggled on the crook of her neck.

" You are so cute belle " Dominick whispered in his Italian accent making her shiver.

" My Principessa " He whispered sensually

" Bastard " she mumbled as lowly, as she could but Dominick's ear was sharp enough to listen that word. He chuckled and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder

" He-hey, what a-are y-you doing " Vishakha shuttered nervously

" Oh my....Is the great boxing champion shuttering, how cool " Dominick provoked her carried her in bridal style and placed her on the huge bed, making her stunned.

" What the hell are you doing ? Urgh leave me " She struggled in his grip.

" It's twelve o' clock at night and you are still studying, do you want to get ill " Dominick whispered softly against her ear while hovering over her small body

" I must be the one saying yo- " she was cut with a phone call. Dominick looked on the night stand to see his phone ringing. Dominick turned his gaze at her and kissed her forehead and cheeks.

" let it ring "

" it must be something important, Dominick, don't be a kid " Vishakha replied strictly while the phone call ended

" see, it ended, so let's not worry about this anymore and sleep peacefully- " the phone again started ringing while he sighed being frustrated.

" Fanculo la mia vita ( **** my life ) " Dominick cursed under his breath before walking towards the night stand and taking his phone, his facial expression immediately changed as he read the caller ID. Vishakha noticed it but didn't say anything.

Dominick clenched his jaws and his palm made a fist. His facial expression became serious, glancing at Vishakha once he walked out of the room.

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨

Dominick came inside the bedroom and found no one. His face became emotionless, he walked towards the bed and threw the phone. Sitting on the bed he sighed and closed his eyes.

" bastardo.....vuole terene Vishakha lontano da me, aspetta, ti mostrerò un vero inferno. ( bastard....he wants to keep Vishakha away from me, just wait I will show you a living hell ) " Dominick whispered dangerously

" fottuta vecchia strega ( fucking old hag ) " he cursed. Tears forced to roll down his eyes and he found two small hands wrap around his body.

" Principessa " he mumbled

" Shh.....its okay, don't....I am here right, I won't ever leave, I promise " Vishakha assured him softly as he hugged her more tightly as tears rolled down his eyes.

" Don't cry, Dom....you don't look good while crying " Vishakha broke the hug and kissed his forehead.

" You should always smile " Vishakha whispered against his cheek.

" Now, drink this hot milk, you are still weak...you need energy to fight against your enemies " She said and placed the milk glass near his lips.

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