CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Becca
Dominic and I often ate in silence in the dining room before retiring for the night. I’d like to say that once the bedroom door closed, we had fun enjoying a good novel or sipping fine wine, but most of the time, we just tore up the sheets.
It seemed like Dominic couldn’t get enough of me. As soon as the lock clicked each night, he was on me in a flash, murmuring my name into my neck as his hands stroked my curves. And I always responded, just as hungry for him as he for me. We coupled furiously, again and again, each night unsatiable before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep, his body wrapped securely around mine, and waking in the early morning dawn for more.
It was odd because he never used any protection and never asked me about it either. Of course, I didn’t say anything. I was too shy to ask Nana to get me contraceptives, and besides it was unnecessary because I was already pregnant with Dominic’s child.
Yes, it’s true. I’m actually a few months along already, the baby the result of our glorious first night together in New York. But as a curvy girl, I haven’t begun to show yet, and if I glowed a little more than usual, it could be attributed to the good food and constant sex with the big man.
One morning, I woke to find Dominic stroking my cheek, watching me as I slept. In that brief moment, I could almost swear that I saw caring and tenderness in his eyes, but the minute he realized I’d woken, shutters came down and his face resumed an impassive, expressionless façade even as his hands reached to weigh my breasts and run wetly through my cunny.
But there had been something there, and I was floating on air as I got ready for breakfast. I took especial care with my hair and wore a pretty sundress, eager to see the big man at breakfast. Maybe I’d say something today, maybe even tell him about the pregnancy, my deepest, darkest secret.
But as we sat in the breakfast nook, a steady thwap-thwap-thwap began to sound, first dimly and then louder. I was startled, although Dominic barely looked up from his paper. When the roar could no longer be ignored, he turned to me and said, “We have a guest,” with no further explanation.
To my amazement, a huge black helicopter landed in the field outside the kitchen window. As the rotors slowed, the helicopter door opened and who stepped out but my gorgeous twin sister, Trina, the cause of my current situation.
She looked ravishing in tight white jeans and a floral top which caressed her breasts snugly, revealing their luscious, shapely form.
“Hello Dominic!” she cried, stepping out precariously in ridiculously high heels.
Dominic seemed not to notice and strode across the lawn, bending to give her an affectionate kiss on the cheek. But Trina turned her head swiftly and it became a kiss on the mouth, the two locked into a passionate embrace.
I almost died, my insides crumpling with shame and self-doubt. I’d been about to reveal my pregnancy to Dominic, hoping against hope that we could figure out some type of amicable arrangement, maybe even creating a joint household for the baby. But now that Trina was here, I saw that I’d been dreadfully wrong. Dominic had been toying with me, scheming over the best way to break my heart, and that meant discarding me once my beautiful sister was available.
They swept across the lawn, a well-matched, glamorous couple, their heads bent together laughing and talking privately. I felt positively dumpy, a misshapen lump left in the cold.
“Oh hey Becca,” said Trina carelessly. “Dominic told me you’d be here, you’re his secretary right?” she asked. “Assisting him with his books and all? Thanks for doing such a great job, I know you’ve been a big help.”
I said nothing, mutely silent as she gave me a peck and ordered Oscar to bring her numerous bags inside.
“Put then in Dominic’s bedroom,” she commanded as she surveyed the house.
“Oh my lord, this is gorgeous!” she said, her gaze greedily possessive. Of course the house was beautiful, but her attitude made me feel like the serving staff, here to greet the new Mistress.
“Trina,” I said. “What are you doing here? Where’s Caleb?” I asked.
“Oh you know,” she tossed off carelessly. “Caleb and I were never that serious, we broke it off, no biggie. But when Dominic called explaining that he was Caleb’s older brother and inviting me to the island, I jumped at the opportunity. I mean, I knew Caleb had an older brother, but I had no idea it was Dominic Patterson, billionaire best-selling author,” she said in a hushed voice.
Good thing the big man was still outside talking with the helicopter pilot because Trina’s unmasked greed would have made him shake his head with disgust. But my sister was a master of deception, and I knew that in front of male company, she could appear as innocent and pure as driven snow.
“Anyways,” she continued. “Dominic told me that you were already here, that he’d temporarily hired you as a guest editor,” she continued. “Thanks for helping him with his work,” she confided. “If you could take on more responsibilities while I’m here, I’d appreciate it,” she said. “I think he’s invited me here because he wants some female companionship, and I want to make sure he enjoys everything I have to offer,” she said with a sly smile.
I gaped wordlessly at the implication. So Dominic had brought Trina here as a companion cum girlfriend, and his time with me was done, over, kaput. He’d just been using me as filler until a new, more glamorous, model was available, and now that she’d arrived, I was nothing more than extraneous matter.
“Of course, Trina,” I said quietly. “I’m more than happy to re-dedicate myself as an editor. You’ll hardly see me,” I said.
“Thanks sis! Dominic and I will be busy most days, so just go on without him, you know?” she said, tossing that beautiful red mane. “You can handle it on your own.”
“Yes, I will,” I said quietly. But my mind whirred. Now, more than ever, I needed to get off the island by any means necessary.