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My Bruised Heart The Dine And Dash
MILES "Do we eat free or something?" I asked, stepping into the retro diner Marcus brought us to. It was called The Dine and Dash, and I was in love with it instantly. The walls were lined with colorful, vintage décor, the cozy booths were plush with upholstery, and the checkered floor gleamed under the lights. A jukebox sat in the corner, playing an old tune, and even the waitress was in a poodle skirt. This place had character. I scooted into a booth, Marcus sliding in beside Dom across from me. My eyes scanned every inch of the diner, taking in the warmth of it. "Do you like it that much?" Marcus asked, amusement lacing his tone. I nodded, unable to wipe the grin from my face. Dom cleared his throat, and if I didn't know better, I'd say his ears turned red. “What’ll it be, darlin’?” The waitress asked, clicking her pen against the pad. She had bold red lips, black hair in a high ponytail, and a southern drawl that felt completely at home here. “We’ll have the dou
Last Updated : 2024-09-25My Bruised Heart I Shouldn't Have
DOM Why didn't she want to tell me who did it? I understood not wanting to talk about it, but I needed to hold the person responsible. Personally. Seeing her back this morning did something to me. A dangerous rage I hadn’t known since the day my mother died resurfaced, boiling beneath my skin like magma, and I wanted fucking blood. I could do it too. I could make whoever was responsible pay dearly and get away with it. I studied law—I knew full well what I was capable of. But she wouldn't tell me. I couldn't exactly blame her. And yet, the thought of her suffering in silence killed me. Did I really even care? Fuck. I did. I did fucking care. I didn’t want to, but I guess I just couldn't help my damn self now, could I? I didn’t even deserve to care. Every petty thing I did to her, every cold remark, every fucking scowl—I was just another weight on her shoulders, another reason to suffer. Had something like this been on her plate the whole time? And there I was, just adding to i
Last Updated : 2024-09-26My Bruised Heart There Couldn't Be More
DOM "Did you guys fuck?" Marcus didn't even hesitate. Mouth full of food, burger in one hand, like he was just making casual conversation about the damn weather. Miles nearly choked on her milkshake. "Excuse me?" "When we returned to the table, you two were gone forever. Felt like an appropriate question," he said, chewing obnoxiously. "Oh, come on, I can't have relations with my big brother," Miles said, voice dripping in sarcasm as she waved her hand dismissively. I arched a brow. Cute. She thought she was funny. "Oh, I know you two have fucked before," Marcus added, wiping his mouth with a napkin like he just exposed some government secret. Miles’ entire face whipped toward me so fast I thought she might snap her own neck. "What the fuck, Dom?" I just shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "He's my best friend. What did you expect?" Her mouth opened in an adorable little gape, and before she could launch a full verbal assault, I took the opportunity to shove a fry in her mouth.
Last Updated : 2024-09-27My Bruised Heart She Actually Looked Happy
MILES The week passed quickly. Too quickly. Between classes, the library, and my careful avoidance of certain people, I hardly spent any time at the manor. Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays were stacked with coursework, and when I wasn't in class, I made myself scarce. Wednesday and Friday were my "off" days, but Dominic still had morning and evening practice. The only day he was free was Sunday, and somehow, he insisted I spend it with him. Dom had become something of a caretaker. An excellent one. Too excellent. He rebandaged my back at every opportunity, his hands frustratingly gentle. I’d feel his fingers graze the nape of my neck, the tips skating over my skin before he’d pull away and pretend like it never happened. We didn’t talk much during those moments. Maybe he was biting his tongue, waiting for me to explain. I never did. And I never asked him to kiss me again. Not because I didn’t want to, but because he always left before I could. As soon as he finished tending to me
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart You're Everything
MILES I was in my corner chair, reading when a knock sounded at my door. I had left it open, trying to keep an eye out for my fucking demon of a mother. Dominic stood, leaning on my door frame with his arms crossed. I ignored the way his chest and arms bulged. "Can I come in?" I nodded, putting my bookmark in place and setting my book down on my side table. "What's up?" I questioned, noticing he closed the door, then locked it. I kept a straight face as he approached me. "Let me check your back," he requested, motioning towards the bathroom. I chewed on my lip, thinking of how to decline. "I think we should wait until later, when our parents are out, or in bed." Dominic gave me a small smile. "They went out for lunch, so now's the perfect time. Gotta stay diligent, Miles," he countered, reaching out to grab my hand. Damn it. I really liked the way he said my name and how deep his voice was. And he looked delicious today in those dark jeans and plain black shirt. Did
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart Elisa
MILES He kissed me again. I didn't even have to ask him. Dominic just put his lips against mine, putting out my fury with the tenderness of his kiss. He kissed me until I leaned into him and then abruptly pulled away, walking out of my room. I stood there shocked. What the hell had just happened? We were talking, and then fighting, and then ended it with kissing. 'No, Miles. You're wrong. You're everything.' What had he meant by that? Everything as a person? Everything to him? I was still standing there, frozen in the bathroom when he came back, and sat me back on the toilet to rebandage my back without saying another word. When he was done, he put my first aid kit up and left. My head started to hurt, so I went to lie down. I tried sleeping, but his words just kept echoing in my mind over and over again. I'd never been told that before. Not even by Kenzie, who tried every single day to remind me that I was loved. I didn't know what to do with it, or how to digest it. E
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart Don't Look, Man
DOM It was too damn hot for this fucking suit. The tie was too tight, and the people were too many. Why they decided to do a luncheon instead of dinner was beyond me. The summer was still in full swing, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. “Need a drink?” Marcus held out a flute of champagne, and I gladly took it, needing something to take the edge off. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal at my father hosting the luncheon in my mother’s garden. It was her favorite part of the estate. I was happy for him, of course, but it still felt like a slap to the face. “Where’s baby sister at?” Marcus asked, scanning the crowd. I, in no way, acknowledged her as my sister but answered him anyway. “I have no idea. I haven’t seen her all day, actually.” I had meant to visit her and check on her back again, but I didn’t know how to face her after yesterday. I felt like shit at her twisted confession of thinking she was nothing. I couldn’t stand it. I acted before I thought and just...
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart That. F*cking. Dress.
DOM WARNING: LOTS OF F-BOMBS, A SHIT TON OF DESIRE, AND POOR IMPULSE CONTROL It was too fucking hot for this suit. Too fucking tight. Too fucking public. Too fucking her. The heat wasn’t just from the midday sun beating down on my black dress shirt. It wasn’t from the crowd buzzing with their fake smiles, their hollow laughs, their constant chatter. It wasn’t even from the champagne that Marcus handed me, which I downed in one go. It was her. It was that fucking dress. I knew I shouldn't have looked. I knew Marcus was about to hit me with some wise-ass warning, but I still let my eyes follow his line of sight. I still let my gaze land on her. And fuck me—I shouldn't have. I clenched my jaw so tight my teeth ached. That. Fucking. Dress. Who the fuck let her wear that? The square-cut neckline framed her perfect tits like a goddamn invitation. The lace sleeves hugged her delicate arms, crawling up her throat like some elegant fucking collar. But that skirt—the one that stoppe
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My Bruised Heart I Was Nothing
*WARNING! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED* *SUICIDE ATTEMPT/TALK OF SUICIDE* MILES "You should just fucking die already. No one wants you. Oh and, don't call him again." I didn’t even hang up. I just dropped the phone and took step after step forward. It landed with a soft thud behind me, but I didn’t turn back. Didn’t reach for it. It didn’t matter anymore. My body was still moving, still breathing, still aching. But my mind? That had already given up. I couldn't tell the difference between pain and nothingness anymore—maybe they were the same. Maybe I was just too tired to care. My foot dragged against the gravel on the road to the Cliffs. I was supposed to meet the guys at the party to watch the ocean storm and hit the highest cliffside. I was supposed to be having a good time and finally let myself...be. But of course, not if my mother had anything to do with it. Tanya's words hit home. "You should just fucking die already." The words coiled around my throat, venomous, unsha
My Bruised Heart The Cliffside
*WARNING: SUICIDE ATTEMPT**READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED* DOM Something was wrong. I had been feeling it all night. The way my phone burned in my pocket. The way my gut twisted every time I checked my screen and saw nothing. No messages. No calls. No Miles. I had tried. Three times. Three fucking times, and she hadn’t answered. Marcus was already knee-deep in some girl’s attention, laughing, drinking, having a good time. But even he noticed. "Dude," he called over, watching me check my phone again. "She probably just fell asleep or some shit." I forced a half-smirk, pocketing my phone before I squeezed the back of my neck. "Yeah. Maybe." I didn’t believe it. Not even Marcus believed it because the bastard was dead wrong if he thought I hadn't caught him checking his phone as well. I knew Miles. She didn’t just disappear. Not like this. Not without a fucking reason. "Dom." The voice was too close, too familiar, and I already knew who it was before I turned. Tanya. Fucki
My Bruised Heart Everything She Hated
*WARNING VIOLENCE AND ABUSE * MILES My mother had been watching me all morning. Not in the usual way. Not with irritation. Not with thinly veiled disgust like she always did when I so much as existed in her space. No, this was different. She was calculating. I could feel it in the way she lingered in doorways, in the way her eyes flicked toward me at breakfast, in the way she adjusted her rings, twisting them around her fingers like she was thinking. Plotting. I had half a mind to ask her what the hell she was up to, but instead, I let her wait. Let her decide how she was going to approach me. And then when she finally did? I nearly laughed. "Miles, come with me." It was demand but it lacked her usual bite. Maverick had left early this morning on a business trip so it was a surprise she wanted to be near me at all. I arched a brow, barely glancing up from my book. "Excuse me?" She sighed as if I were the most difficult person in the world, then crossed her arms,
My Bruised Heart Not Now. Not Yet.
DOM I wasn’t getting enough of her. That was the problem. Miles had been right there—in the house, in the hallways, at the dinner table—but it wasn’t enough. Not anymore. She had been keeping her distance, not too much, not enough to be obvious, but just enough to make me ache. To make me want more. And I couldn’t have more. Not like I wanted. Not with my father watching. Maverick had been more observant lately. Not just with me, but with everyone. I noticed it at dinner. The way his eyes tracked conversations, the way his fork hovered mid-air as he listened. The way he watched Miles. She had been more talkative. Not forced, not in the way that would make anyone suspicious, but in a way that felt natural. Like she had finally settled into her place at this table. And my father? He had noticed. Not in a bad way. If anything, he seemed pleased. It made sense—he liked her, actually liked her. She was sharp. Smart. She could hold a conversation and keep up with him, somethin
My Bruised Heart I'll Survive The Costs
MILESThe venue was grand.Too grand.Every inch of it reeked of wealth—chandeliers dripping in crystal, tables lined in pristine white linen, golden accents catching the light at just the right angles to remind everyone just how much money had been poured into this production.And that’s exactly what it was. A production. A show for the people. For Maverick Black. For the perfect Valentine-Black union.I was supposed to be impressed. Supposed to stand in awe of the splendor.But I couldn’t bring myself to care.Because the real performance was happening off-stage between me and her.Candice was watching me. Not with open suspicion, but with patience. Like she was waiting to see what I would do next. I knew she had noticed. Knew she felt the shift.She just wasn’t sure why it had happened.Not yet.She waited until we were alone.The moment the men were out of earshot, pulled away by the wedding coordinator, Candice’s heels clicked sharply against the marble as she stepped closer."Do
My Bruised Heart Not. One. Bit.
DOM Something happened. I could feel it in the tension hanging over the house. In the way the air thickened, pressing against my chest, settling in the spaces between conversations. More than anything, I could tell by the way Miles had changed. It wasn’t anything obvious. Nothing dramatic. She didn’t act different, didn’t suddenly move or speak in ways that set off alarms. No. It was in the way she walked. The quiet certainty in her movements. The way she carried herself with purpose, like someone who had made a decision and planned to see it through. And her eyes? Her misty gray eyes weren’t empty. Weren’t hollow or afraid. They were on fire. It took everything in me to be good for the rest of the week. No searing looks across the dinner table. No careful touches in the hallway. No stolen kisses in the library. Not even when she sent me those filthy fucking texts late at night, taunting me, reminding me that she was still there even if she was keeping her distance. I
My Bruised Heart The Bystander
MILESI was drowning.Thick black ink filled my lungs, coiling around my ribs, pressing down, down, down until I was weightless. Trapped.It seeped into my pores, into my bones, slithering through my bloodstream like it had been there all along—just waiting for the moment to consume me.Pain I had never known choked me, and I could grasp at nothing. See nothing.I was nothing.But I didn’t want that.I wanted freedom.I wanted control.I wanted a life.Then, amid my fading, a voice whispered through, muffled by the darkness.My eyes searched frantically, clinging to the hope that there was a way out."Please!" I begged. Screamed. But my throat was full of ink. "Help me!"My arms flailed aimlessly, desperate for something to hold on to—an anchor, a lifeline, anything—"I can pull you out."My eyes flew open.I gasped, body jerking upright, my lungs starved for air.My hand slammed against my chest, trembling, nails digging into my skin like I needed proof that I was here—that I was rea
My Bruised Heart Ruined
DOM I was ruined. I could still feel her on my skin. Could still taste her on my tongue. Could still hear the fucking moan she let out when she— Fuck. I pressed my forehead against the cold wood of my bedroom door, my breath uneven, my body aching. Every inhale felt too shallow, every exhale ragged, like my lungs had forgotten how to function. My body was still burning, my head still spinning, and my cock still aching—even after she had just wrecked me. I shuddered. My fingers curled into fists against the doorframe, nails biting into my palms. A sharp sting. A distraction. But it did nothing to stop the way my body still throbbed from the memory of her. She had devoured me. She had owned me. And the worst part? She had left me like this. Not just because of what she did. Not just because she had dropped to her knees, taken me into her mouth, and consumed me like I was her fucking last meal. No. What ruined me was what came after. The way she touched herse
My Bruised Heart Poor Thing
MILES He was exactly where I wanted him. On his back, chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged breaths. His hands clenched into the on the hardwood floors, every muscle wound tight like he was barely holding himself together. Like he was afraid if he moved, if he breathed wrong, I’d disappear. But I wasn’t going anywhere. I smirked as I crawled up his body, dragging my nails lightly over his abs, feeling them twitch beneath my touch. He was waiting—watching me through heavy-lidded eyes that flickered between hunger and something deeper. Something that looked a lot like surrender. I leaned down, my breath ghosting over his lips. “How do you like it?” I murmured. Dominic sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach for me. Like he thought I was giving in. He had no fucking clue. I pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his jaw, feeling his pulse hammer beneath my lips. Then I slid lower, lower, my hands trailing down his ribs, his stomach, his h
