VALENTINE.Voyeur

I hate to admit it but I am waiting for Dominic to return home but even when midnight comes, he hasn’t come back. After getting bored flicking the remote from channel to channel, I finally surrender and get to bed. Yet, sleep eludes me that I end up staring at the ceiling instead.

Where could he have gone? What could he be doing? If I am to assume of the one-sided phone conversation I heard from Dominic earlier, he must be with Sean right now. Why are they meeting after just a day being apart? Is it a date? I thought they fought. Did they make up?

I am losing my mind with all these endless questions niggling at me that I keep tossing and turning in bed. I can’t sleep. My concern about Sean is being overpowered by my curiosity towards Dominic. And the worst part is that my mind keeps drifting to the possibility of them having $ex although I am desperately rejecting the idea.

I don’t know whether I am having a nightmare or a hypnagogic hallucination but I am seeing Sean and Dominic fu¢king until I finally rise to my consciousness just in time I hear the door to the living room clicks shut before the door to the guest room opens. I snap my eyes open, jumping up from my bed. Dominic has returned!

It is past three according to the clock on my night table. What the… It is considered morning and we still have work later. What has he been doing? No, wait. Did they have a tumble in bed and forgotten the time? I don’t know what has gotten into me but I suddenly storm out of my room and raid Dominic’s without even knocking.

I am surprised that the door is unlocked and even more surprised when I can’t find him inside. I look at the last door along the hallway which is the shared bathroom. I could faintly hear the sound of the shower and my blood boils without reason. No, I have a reason!

A shower during the wee hours only means he has to wash off the smell of $ex from the night before. That must be what Dominic is doing and now jealousy is eating at me. How good must it feel having a convenient partner?

Without meaning to, my feet move as if they have a life of their own until I found myself standing by the bathroom door. I don’t need to do anything else because the door is not even properly closed. Dominic must be feeling careless thinking I am already asleep.

Like a voyëur, I watch Dominic taking a shower, yet I don’t even feel guilty with my perverseness. I can’t help myself being mesmerized by the view. My earlier jealousy is now overcome by great desire and curiosity instead.

My hands are clammy but my mouth is dry. I’m getting turned on and breathless. My heartbeat is deafeningly loud I am afraid Dominic could hear it and I would get caught. Nevertheless, the possibility doesn’t stop me from moving my hand over my crotch.

Dominic stands under the shower with his head dipped between his shoulders, giving me a perfect side view of his profile with his hand leaning against the wall while the other stroking his hard length. Water sluices down the wide expanse of Dom’s tanned skin while his ripped muscles twitch from masturbating.

I suddenly cover my mouth to prevent the gasp of surprise from escaping my mouth. Whoa, wait! This is so damn erotic! But why is he relieving himself after spending the night with Sean? Did he not have enough? The thought of Dominic having a voracious $exual appetite somehow shamelessly arouses me even more.

I lick my lips and swallow hard as my trembling hand continues rubbing my co¢k which has never before been so hard and wet at the tip like this. Since I became aware of Dominic, I have been feeling untimely arousal either the thought of him or his presence.

I don’t know why him of all people but I am not surprised either. The man deserves to be lusted, at least his body does. He is built like a Greek god as cliché as that may sound. His dark skin is what turns me on the most combined by those sexy green eyes as though promising you with sinful pleasure.

I rub myself in time with Dominic’s languid strokes of his pënis. This is such torture because he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry while I, on the other hand, want to get off right there and then. I start panting through the hand I place over my mouth.

I know I shouldn’t be doing this because the possibility of being caught is so high but my hand just won’t stop from moving up and down the bulge between my thighs. I want to shove my hand inside my pajamas but I can’t take that much risk in case Dominic suddenly turns his head.

After a few more lazy strokes, he drops his co¢k and picks up the soap. It surprises me that my hand also freezes from stroking myself. Dominic moves in autopilot, rinsing his body and turning off the shower. He then snatches the towel and wraps himself with it. What the…

Wait a damn minute! Is he done? But he was hard and he still is! How could he bear it? Because I can’t, I want to get off! When he starts moving, I panic and quickly return to my room, relieved that I prevented any unnecessary sound. I am still nervous and drenched in a cold sweat as I slide under the sheets.

When I touch myself down there, I am disappointed realizing I have gone flaccid. It is difficult to make myself hard but it is so easy to go soft. Even with a visual aid, I would still find it taxing to wake up my libido. Yet, now with Dominic showing me exactly what turns me on, he isn’t even cooperating.

***

The next day after taking a shower, I get down with breakfast and coffee already waiting for me in the kitchen. Well, I could get used to this. Dominic is on the phone so I just help myself to the food he prepared. I know I am being nosy but I try straining my ears to know who he could be talking to.

“I’m not sure tonight, Sean,” Dominic says in a hushed voice although still audible enough to reach my nosy ears. “I’ll try but I’ve gone there last night.”

My jaw instantly tics in irritation. So he is talking to Sean this early in the morning. It must be great! And they seem to be planning a tryst again even after their overnight debauchery the previous day. I can’t help but clench the cutlery in my hands as I start digging into the food which suddenly tastes bitter in my mouth.

After a few more hushed dialogue, Dominic finally hangs up and sits across from me at the table. “Good morning, Val.”

“Good morning.” I glance up at his perfectly chiseled face, perplexed how utterly cheerful and pretty he still looks given the poor amount of sleep he only had.

“By the way, Val—”

“Um, sorry.” I raise my hand, cutting him off immediately before he could tell me his desire of going somewhere later tonight. Nope, never! “I have an early appointment outside the office today.” I lie, polishing off my coffee before standing up. “I hope you don’t mind locking the place after you leave. I’ll go before you.”

“Oh, ok. Sure.” He nods, showing nothing on his perfectly practiced poker face.

After putting on my suit and snatching my bag from my bed, I get out of my room with a prompt bellow to Dominic’s room that I am going ahead. I didn’t wait for his answer anymore as I put on my shoes that are waiting by the door and hurriedly get out of my condo.

Marco is already waiting for me outside but I instructed him to drop me off at East Plaza Building although I don’t have an appointment in our branch office. But it would also be a good way to surprise my subordinates to ask for the progress of their projects.

My visit indeed shocked the people but it was not in vain as they raise several concerns and new ideas with me which we cover for half the day. I have also noted a few rising employees that are befitting for promotion as team leaders and some who need more supervision and thorough training.

By the time I finish my prompt visit to our branch office, it is already past one. My stomach grumbles which Marco hears so he suggests he drops me off at the restaurant he knows I frequent.

I was never bothered to eat alone in the past yet since Dominic started living with me, although it happened just recently, I start thinking that food tastes better when shared with someone. And I believe sharing it with my hired help won’t be bad.

“How about we eat together, Marco?” I tell my driver.

While surprised, my loyal driver quickly humors me with a smile through the rearview mirror. “Sure, Val.”

We both get out of the car and enter the restaurant. It is a place that needs a reservation but since we come on a quite odd time, we are lucky to get a vacancy. Marco knows better about my generosity so he did not hesitate to order the place’s specialty which I answer with a nod of approval.

Since I don’t know much about Marco, I ask him about his family. Marco enthusiastically shares stories about his son winning soccer in middle school and how his second child took her first step just a few weeks ago. I eagerly listen to it, relating to him with my own experience as a child with my father.

After sharing a light conversation over a hearty meal, we finally slide back in the car as Marco drives us to the main office. It is already two by the time I sit on my chair. Clint and Dominic jog me of the things I missed when I was not around while I also give them the notes I took from my meeting at the branch office.

In between a short break, when Dominic feels like it is good to have quick chat, he tries opening up a conversation. Assuming he is about to excuse himself again like yesterday to meet with Sean, I quickly cut him off, telling him that I have to return to my task.

It is childish, I know, and unprofessional on my part but if I can make him stay, I would gladly do underhanded means just to prevent the two from meeting up. In my defense, it is to protect Sean from getting beaten up by Dominic although I am not sure if the latter has the tendencies but it is best to be cautious.

The day goes by with me doing so much work. I even manage to finish the works that aren’t due for another week, something Clint frowned about but did not voice it. By seven, I finally relax and call it a day. As usual, Clint calls Marco to get ready while Dom prepares my coat.

I watch him as he walks closer bringing me my coat. Damn! I have to do something—anything—make myself unavailable to chat. Snatching my phone, I randomly pick a friend on my list to call in case Dominic would raise his concern once again.

As much as my sex-deprived brain yearns for a repeat of that delicious sensation of Dominic’s breath on my skin, I can’t let him have an opening where he tells me he is going somewhere and leaves my side tonight. I will be the villain of their love story. I will not let them meet!

After Marco drops us off at my place, I bade him a quick goodnight and rush into the building. Even as I share an elevator ride with Dominic, I busy myself texting my long lost pals in college, sending them a short note of regards. While doing this, a small part of my brain is screaming at me for being absurd and stupid.

Ding!

The lift opens at our floor and I get out of it, then input the combination to my condo. I toe my shoes off by the door and cross the living room to my bedroom. When I’m about to close my door, Dominic must have finally decided it is now or never.

“Val, wait!”

“Oh, yes, Dom,” I say while gripping the door jamb. “Could you please prepare the tub for me? I’d like a good soak tonight.” I give him a sweet yet apologetic smile.

He stares at me with a bewildered expression before blinking it away. “Of course.”

“And after you’re done with it, why don’t we eat dinner together? You decide the menu, either you cook or you call delivery, I’m ok with whatever.” Again, Dominic stares at me as though he is seeing an apparition but I only smile at him. “Please?” I add ever so sweetly.

“Oh, y-yes. Yesh!” He stammers and flinches at his blunder, turning abruptly but not fast enough to hide his blush.

I pucker my lips to the side, watching with narrowed eyes as Dominic disappears into the bathroom. That expression is surprisingly amusing, and dare I say… cute.

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