Chapter 2 My Godfather and I II

Chapter 2: Making Out in the Rain

It was two in the morning but Ana is still nowhere to be seen. It's not like it's the first time it happened, but Dominic couldn't get a hold of her. He kept calling her phone, but Ana isn't answering and she's not even seeing his messages.

He was annoyed at first, but as the hand of the clock moved, his annoyance turned to worry.

Dominic was under the rain while gripping the steering wheel of his black Range Rover. He couldn't sit still and decided to drive around places she frequented, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

Finally after hours of reaching out, he received a message from Ana telling him not to wait up.

But he knows better than to do as she says.

For the past two years he's been looking after her, Ana causes nothing but trouble. If she's not drinking around with friends, going on trips without telling him, she's staying outside late. One time, he even received a call from the police station, telling him that Ana got into trouble and he needed to bail her out. He's worried something will happen to her.

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Dominic arrived at an exclusive party in a bar. He was able to squeeze out the answer from one of Ana's friends by telling him where they were. The place was noisy, and dark. There was a sea of people having a good time, but he was able to see Anna among them.

She was wearing a crop top and a tight leather skirt, obviously drunk out of her mind. She was smiling, laughing and dancing with a man who looked like he was planning something.

What made his blood boil was seeing his hands roaming around Ana's body, touching, grabbing and feeling her until his filthy hands reached her hips, pulling her closer, closing the distance between them. Ana who was obviously so out of it didn't seem to care.

Dominic's jaw tightened in anger, his fists clenching in anger. In a snap, he was already in front of them.

"Get your hands off her," Dominic said calmly, yet the warning is clear.

"Who the fuck are you, bro? Is she your girlfriend? Who cares? This girl seduced me first."

Dominic did not respond. There is no need for words. He let his fist do the talking and it landed on the guy's stupid face. His punch was strong enough to have the drunk man fall on his ass.

Ana witnessed the scene, and she suddenly sobered up, gasping in shock at what happened.

"Dominic!" She yelled, pulling the man away from the guy she was dancing with.

Dominic removed her hold on him and grabbed her arms instead. "We're leaving. Now." He said coldly, not leaving any room for Ana to refuse.

"No! You can't dictate me! You're not my father, Dominic!" Ana said loudly, yanking her arm away from his grasp.

By now, some of the people around them are looking at them, as if they were watching a scene in the movie. However, most of them are drunk so none of them cared enough to interfere.

Dominic turned to look at her, the shirt and pants he was wearing soaked because of the rain. "Do you want to create a scene? Fine with me."

Before Ana can process his words, Dominic is already lifting her in his shoulders like she was just a sack of rice. Ana screamed in shock and she started thrashing in his arms, but it was no use. Dominic was too strong, his hold on her wasn't budging.

It was now pouring outside, drowning out the drunk woman's screams.

"Put me down, Dominic! Who do you think you are? Stop acting like my father because you are not and will never be! I hate you!" Ana screamed while flailing her legs and hitting Dominic's back.

Dominic opened the door of his car and dropped Anna in the passenger seat. He ran his fingers through his wet hair because some of it is sticking to his forehead. He blew out a breath in frustration, placing one hand on his hip and pointing at Ana with the other.

"You're being too much, Ana."

Ana should be angry. She tried to convince herself to stay angry but she became lost for words when she drank him in, when her hazy mind filled with alcohol earlier was replaced by the lust she had for this man.

Dominic was standing there reprimanding her, but his words were drowned out as she scanned him, discreetly biting her lips. His wet shirt was sticking to him like a second skin, showing his bulging muscles and abs. Each time he moves his arms, Ana watches how his biceps move.

"Are you even listening?" Dominic asked Ana who was only staring at him.

Ana shook her head. No, she shouldn't give in. She wanted to forget about him, didn't she? That is why she got drunk in the first place.

Dominic sighed and closed the door, walking around and sitting on the driver's seat. Because the rain was heavy, he was driving slowly and carefully.

The drive was silent and the only sound you can hear is the sound of the pouring rain outside, the wiper, and the sound of their breathing.

"I am not your property. I can go wherever I want, dance with whoever I like." Ana whispered, but Dominic was able to hear her.

"No, but I am still responsible for your well-being, and as long as you are under my roof, you will obey my rules," Dominic said in a hard tone and sighed. "I am only doing this for you, Ana, I promised-"

"My father that you will keep me safe... so on, so forth." Ana interrupted Dominic, rolling her eyes.

Dominic was hoping the rain would stop just so they could reach home, but contrary to what he asked, it poured heavier and there was zero visibility so he had to stop the car in an empty street. He sighed in frustration and looked outside.

"It looks like it's not gonna stop anytime soon." He muttered under his breath.

"I'm cold, Dominic." Ana shivered, making Dom turn to her with a curse, noticing how soaked she was.

He turned up the heat in the car and regretted that he didn't have any jacket in his car.

"Are you still cold?"

"Yes, but I can think of something that could warm me up."

Before Dominic could process her words, Anastasia was already climbing on top of him, squeezing herself between the wheel and Dominic's body.

"Anastasia..." Dominic grumbled, warning the younger woman to not test his patience.

Instead of getting off his lap, Ana made herself comfortable, sitting directly on top of his clothed cock without any space between their wet bodies, creating a spark of fire between them. Ana didn't care about Dom's warning, staring deep into his eyes, leaning closer until they were only a breath apart.

"Don't treat me like a child, Dominic. I am a woman and I want you," she panted, tracing his sharp jaw with her fingers. "I wanted you for more than a year now. I dreamt about you a thousand times." She whispered in his ear, stopping slightly to nip it, smiling when he shivered under her.

Dominic swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly as dry as the Sahara desert. "Ana, please..." He pleaded in a strangled voice.

But it's too late. Ana smashed her lips on his, claiming his lips in a breathtaking, lustful, kiss. It was a kiss full of her pent up frustration and anger for the man. For a second, Dominic didn't move, but when he felt her soft and small hands touching his neck, her soft and warm body on top of him, he found himself returning the kiss with the same fervor–if not more.

He kissed her back with the same intensity, much deeper, more passionate. His hands gripped her thin waist, pulling her closer if that is possible. Their wet bodies cling to one another under the heavy rain outside.

Their lips are equally excited, as if they were both starved. Dominic heard Ana's moans between kisses, tempting him with her every move as she slowly circled her hips on top of him, awakening the sleeping monster underneath.

And for a moment, he wanted to forget. To throw his inhibitions away. But before lust completely consumes him, Dom stopped.

He pulled himself away from the temptress igniting the fire inside him. "No."

Ana panted, whining in disappointment. "But why?"

"Because this is a mistake."

His words felt like an explosion in her ears, she saw determination in his eyes. She knows he meant it.

"This shouldn't have happened. Not now, not ever."

Ana was silent, but something inside her shattered. Tears filled her eyes, but behind them, there was still a flash of fire that not even the pouring rain outside could extinguish.