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Estella and Dominic

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My mom was wrong to introduce me to Mr. Dominic as her boyfriend—not just a boyfriend, but a visiting boyfriend. Why, Mr. Dominic? Of all men in the city, my mom chose Mr. Dominic?

Well, I've always had a huge crush on Mr. Dominic. He was the vendor who sold exotic wines three streets away from ours. After my father's death, my mom resorted to taking a lot of red wine and spirits. In her words, it eased her of her desolation and the pain she felt within her heart.

Mr. Dominic was a hulk. A majestic figure. Definitely six feet tall with handsome features that could disarm even the most guarded heart. His almond-shaped eyes were the most beautiful hazel I had ever seen, his nose complemented them, and his lips were red like the Merlot wine I usually purchased for my mom.

No wonder my mom fell for him.

He wore shorts each time I came to purchase wine, and I didn't mind watching his attractive thighs and his swollen groin, imagining what it would feel like to run my hands over it… or better yet, give a firm grab.

“Urrgghhh!" Dominic was just so hot!

“Two Merlot, one Tequila, and one Brandy! " I mentioned adjusting the black tank top I wore with my short jean skirt earlier that day.

I was done with High School and attended dance classes in the meantime, pending my admission to Kingston College.

My mom stated that it was necessary I attended Kingston College. It was the best because she attended there, and my late dad did as well. Their love story had begun from there and a whole lot of other benefits she mentioned that I didn't care to hear.

Just so you know, I reminisced about all these while rolling my eyes.

“Just Merlot is available. I can't find Tequila and Brandy in this shelf... Would you mind checking my private collection with me? We could find them," Mr. Dominic suggested.

I knew he had a soft spot for me too. I had mentioned how handsome Mr. Dominic looked, but I wasn't lacking myself. What I couldn't get in height I had in my banging body.

I could best describe my thick thighs as luscious and my soft, full boobs as succulent. Puberty for me had started a long time ago, when I was twelve.

Now, imagine how I looked as a fully grown teenager in her eighteenth year.

Face. Check. Hips. Check. Butt. Check. Boobs. Check. Check!. It always protruded in any top I wore. At a time I was ashamed of that, particularly in my junior years in High School, but when I grew older I had more wisdom. I was foolish to think something was wrong with my body. I was extremely blessed. Not every woman had the blessing of endowment.

Now, I was putting it to good use. Making sure I wore tank tops whenever I went to Mr. Dominic's store and was glad to see his sweet, sexy eyes bulging and darting all over my body. Only that lustful glance of his made my estrogen boil.

Mr. Dominic walked in front of me, and I stared hard at his body. He had strong abs and wide shoulders too?

Just kill me.

The sound of his footsteps faded, and he turned around, facing me in a halt. He was standing directly at the corner where I had found pictures of him and his sexy customers he hid. He was mainly involved in providing exclusive private and intimate experiences to wealthy female clients. More like a wine hookup. I guess the sale of wine was just a stunt.

“I've checked all around, pretty girl; I can't find the drinks you requested. Maybe you should come next time. I promise they will be back in store in two days." He assured me, but I was lost.

I was too busy staring at his arms, daydreaming as my teeth teased my lower lip.

He flicked his thumb and middle finger, maybe more than once, because I only noticed a few seconds later.

“Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Su...re," I stuttered.

“You are always with a backpack when you come over to buy drinks. Back from dance classes, I guess? He questioned, leaving me startled.

That was too good to be a guess. Should I be ecstatic that Mr. Dominic was getting some information about my identity?.

“Yes. A ballet dance class. I'm learning hip-hop too. " I remarked, trying so hard to curtail my surprise.

“I’ve been into hip hop dance for a while. It’s exciting to see someone eager to learn—it’s a fun way to let off steam.”

“My favorite hobby…” He emphasized, giving a wry smile.

“I’d better deliver this, Mr. Dominic. My mom must be tired of waiting for me—the search for the drinks took longer than I expected.” I replied, ending the conversation.

In my heart of hearts, I knew I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay longer in his store, gazing at his tough athletic body.

“Farewell, Estella... looking forward to your future patronage!" He teased, waving his right hand.

I always wondered why Mr. Dominic spoke in fragments, but I was too obsessed not to love that. I waved back at him, moving out of his private showroom, his cute smile—with braces—lingering in my mind.

Mr. Dominic was a man in his thirties, too dandy, and never joked about his appearance. Meeting him for the first time might confuse you; he was more fashionable than a twenty-year-old fashion junkie.

“Oops! Apologies, ma'am. “I blurted.

I had unconsciously collided with a woman who was making her way into Mr. Dominic’s store.

Wait. That wasn't a stranger. She was my mom.

“How many hours is it going to take you to get me the damn wines, Estella? I’ve been stuck in my car waiting for you!” my mom reprimanded.

"I'm sorry mom... I..." I tried to speak, but her attention was elsewhere.

She wasn't staring at me.

She was smiling at him. Mr. Dominic. And he returned it with a sly grin.

I looked away before the feeling could show on my face.

I had never wanted something that didn’t belong to me before, but I found myself wanting Dominic more than I should.