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The Dine And Dash
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My 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
Last Updated : 2024-09-28My Bruised Heart I Had Him
DOM WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT I was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. I couldn't stop kissing her. Touching her. Smelling that fucking sweet honey scent. I'd eat her up. The alarms in the back of my mind were screaming, but they were fading, growing more and more distant. My sanity was losing against the heat of her skin. Had anyone seen me follow her? I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, and she moaned. Didn’t know. Didn’t care. Were we hidden? My hand traveled up her thigh, feeling the delicious heat between her legs, and the shiver that ran through her shot straight to my cock. Couldn’t care less. I shouldn't have downed all that champagne. I was an idiot for thinking it would calm me down. All it did was weaken my damn resolve. And now here I was, my tongue three inches deep in Miles’s mouth, trying to memorize the taste of her before I lost every last shred of control. Before I had to hate her again, so I wouldn’t want her. Fuck. I couldn’t ha
Last Updated : 2024-09-28
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My Bruised Heart Silence
MILESDominic met my stare with something unreadable in his golden eyes. Even as I pulled him closer, still, he held back."Scared?" I dared, knowing he liked a good challenge.But instead of that knowing smirk—the one with those delicious dimples—he inhaled through his nose and gently pulled my hand from his shirt. He stepped back until he was leaning on the nearby bookshelf.I had expected him to come stomping into the library like a storm barely leashed, dragging his rage with him. I had expected his sharp tongue, his impatient sighs, his suffocating protectiveness that had only gotten worse since I woke up in the hospital.What I hadn’t expected… was this.Silence.Now, he stood in front of me, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, jaw tight, eyes stormy. I had chosen the farthest, most secluded corner of the library to eat my lunch, but of course, he found me anyway.Of course, he did.I swallowed my last bite of an apple and leaned back against my chair, resting my good a
My Bruised Heart Guess I Really Am A Psycho
MILES Maybe I thought I would be prepared to return to university. Maybe I believed that after everything, walking these halls would be easy. I had decided to go despite myself, just to prove a point. That I wasn’t weak. But that weakness crawled out from the dirt I buried it in as soon as I entered my first class. I had spent the morning in the library, hidden in the quiet while Dom and Marcus were at practice. It was the first time in weeks I had been truly alone—no watchful eyes, no questions, no hovering hands. Just silence. Then, I left. And as soon as I walked—no, limped—into my first class, the whispers started. You would think the stares were because of the brace on my ankle, the sling keeping my shoulder in place. But no. It was because Dominic Black had his hand on my waist, his grip steady as he helped me to my seat. "Who the hell is she?" Someone whispered. "Why does she seem so close to three of the hottest guys in school?" "She’s probably fucking them." "No,
My Bruised Heart F*cking Ridiculous
DOM I felt like a fucking puppy. Following Miles around like gum on her ass. If she went to her room, I hung out in the hall. If she went to the library, that’s where you’d find me. And now? Now, I was leaning against the wall outside her bedroom door at four in the damn morning on a Monday. Fucking ridiculous. She had insisted on going back to school. Much to my—and my father’s—dismay. “Miles,” I’d said, already knowing I was wasting my breath, “you don’t need to—” “I’ve rested long enough, Dominic.” I hadn’t even argued. Not really. Because fuck, it felt good to hear her say my name. She was here. She was breathing. She could have whatever she wanted. As long as she wanted. Even if it meant standing here, waiting for her stubborn ass to open the door— The lock clicked, and Miles stepped out, limping. I let her get three steps before I reached behind me and revealed the wheelchair. She stopped. Looked at it. Then at me. Yeah, she was pissed. “Yeah, n
My Bruised Heart He Wasn't Blind
MILESThe first thing I noticed was how empty my arm felt.For weeks, the IV had been a part of me, a tether keeping me here. But now, as Nurse Hilda carefully slid it from my skin, I was free."You’re all set, sugar," she said, her warm hands smoothing over my arm, gentle in a way that made something tighten in my chest.I had gotten used to her voice—her presence. Hilda was the only reason my mother didn’t have more time alone with me. Every visit, every lingering moment where Candice might have tried to poke and prod at my weakness, Hilda would swoop in, checking vitals, fluffing pillows, telling long-winded stories about her family.And I had let her.Because I knew what she was doing.And I liked her for it.She smiled as she set aside the IV. "I sure will miss those gorgeous eyes of yours, sweetheart. You remind me of my brother, you know. He’s got dark hair too."I blinked.A strange pull tightened in my gut, something like a whisper of familiarity. "Oh?"Hilda’s grin was all s
My Bruised Heart Rage Becomes Her
MILESDid this happen to all survivors?Did they wake up feeling like a new person? Like they’d been reborn?I thought maybe I’d be disappointed.The surprise?I wasn’t disappointed at all.I was relieved.Opening my eyes, seeing everyone… it made me so relieved.At first, I didn’t know why. But then my mother hugged me.Tears streamed down her face like she was glad I had made it. Like she wouldn’t have known what to do without me.And maybe that much was true.But I wasn’t going to be her punching bag anymore. I wanted to be something else to her. Something much closer to her heart than she had ever allowed me to be.I was going to be her pain.I was going to be her suffering.But most of all…I was going to be her weakness.---"You fucking bitch!"Kenzie’s voice snapped through the air like a gunshot.She took a shuddering breath, setting down the cup of coffee that I guessed had been for me before she crossed the room, murder in her eyes."I want to fucking hate you right now," s
My Bruised Heart She Died
*WARNING METAPHORICAL DEATH OF SELF* VIOLENCE*MILESI was weightless.Calm.Still.And I think I loved it.I floated on something endless, something vast. No light, no dark. Just quiet. I was neither here nor there. No pain, no burden, no fear.I just... existed.And that was all I had ever wanted—to simply be.But the thought alone woke something inside me, something long tired of staying quiet.A sharp tug behind my navel knocked the breath from my lungs.I gasped—only to find I had no lungs, no air to take in, no body to feel the pull of gravity.Then—Pain.The sensation of falling hit me all at once, a rush of sound and wind slamming into me before I landed on my back in a green field. The impact sent a dull ache through my bones, a feeling so jarring after that endless nothingness that I barely registered the voice—"Fucking finally."I jolted upright.And I saw—Me.But not me.She was everything I wasn’t. Everything I had never been.Her long black hair cascaded down her back
My Bruised Heart Let My Anger Brew
*WARNING MENTION OF SUICIDE* DOM "Oh my god... someone just jumped!" No. It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be her. A voice somewhere—distant, muffled—"A suicide?" I didn’t know who said it, but I didn’t fucking care. I was already moving. Running. Running toward her. Running to jump in after her. "Dom!" Hands grabbed me, pulling me back, and I nearly ripped them to shreds. Couldn’t they see? Couldn’t they fucking see? Miles was in the water. She was drowning. And I wasn’t there. I fought. I fought like hell. Marcus. I could hear his voice—his shouting—but it wasn’t reaching me. Because nothing was. Nothing except the weight in my chest. Crushing my ribs. Suffocating me. My legs shook and my mind spun. And for the first time in my life— I was fucking terrified. What if she didn’t make it out? What if this was it? What if I had to watch the ocean devour her? What if I never saw her again? What if I lost her? Fuck. I--I couldn't lose her. Marcus had to pin m
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
