CHAPTER TWO.

Dom.

The only sound I can hear in the room is the sound of my furious typing away on my keyboard. It's rhythmic sounds though loud enough, still didn't wake the woman sleeping right beside me.

Alaina Sullivan, Marcello Sullivan's only legitimate daughter.

Legitimate- considering the man didn't win any awards for his faithfulness to his only legal wife.

Marcello is a man-whore. That isn't news, but even he knew he couldn't marry any of his mistresses leaving Alaina as his only rightful heir, a situation I am sure none of his mistresses or their children are too happy about.

My phone suddenly rings, breaking away my thoughts of Mar cell Sullivan, or his beautiful princess who is right here, in my bed, her body all but begging me to take her, and I'd been close- way too close for my own good.

My father and Marcello have been friends way longer than I cared to imagine, all I know is, it was long before I was even born. When the two started their businesses, it was clear they weren't interested in the same things and it worried them that their families would have no tie to each other as they had to themselves so they thought of a way.

Not a way I liked to think about a lot, but the woman lying beside me, almost made me appreciate that way. They both decided to sign a very costly contract which stated their offsprings had to be engaged to each other in the event of their death.

I didn't like the contract one bit- especially as I had no will to tie down anyone to me, no matter what. This life isn't one I wished upon anyone, especially a woman as soft-looking as Alaina.

With bright blue eyes that turned stormy when she was mad, or drunk, and the fiercest shade of deep auburn hair, she didn't strike me as one who would take kindly to being tied down to anyone, especially someone like me.

Someone who had ties to dangerous places, dangerous people. Definitely not the kind she hung out with.

I try not to stare at her plump red lips as she slept, while they parted softly, a light snore escaping her lips. It's no news that Alaina has to be one of the most beautiful women I've laid eyes on- with a body that looked like it'd only been sculpted by Aphrodite herself, she could very well bring any man to his knees.

But I don't like to be controlled like that. My father has no right to choose who I get married to, even if it is the one woman I'd kill to have in my bed, yet here she is but I can't touch her.

Not only was she too drunk for whatever she had in mind last night to be accomplished, I also cant fall into a trap like that. I doubt Alaina even knows about our fathers plans, and would stay in the dark about the whole thing.

The contract thankfully has a clause I just recently found. While both parties were alive, the contract couldn't come into motion yet. I know it's a dumb clause but I intend to stretch it out until, I had a better solution for it.

Both parties are hale and hearty, thankfully, and until any of them passed, Alaina could be none the wiser about this contract. I shift my gaze away from her body and pick up the phone.

"Dominic." My father's voice reaches my ears from the other line. I love the old man, but lately hearing his voice on the phone has into brought me headache. He only ever calls to nag about meeting Alaina, something he doesn't know has already happened sadly.

"Father." I whisper trying not to wake her up. I decide to take the call to another room.

I didn't sleep with Alaina the last night, and it wasn't because I didn't want to- heaven knows when she'd pressed her plump lips to mine last night, with her body pressed on mine, I'd all but succumbed to her temptation.

She'd tasted of honey and some kind of intoxicating spices. The feel of her boobs on my chest also hadn't helped in the least way, but there wasn't a lot I could do when she passed out. Yes, the woman kissed me, made me as hard as a rock and then actually passes out.

Thank heavens she did, else I don't know what I'd have done to her. "Are you listening to me, Dominic?" My father's voice jolted me out of my lust-filled dreams about a certain woman I shouldn't even be thinking about.

"Yes, father. I can hear you. What do you want?" I don't mean to sound so snappy, but the fucking blue balls I had to deal with last night after bringing Alaina home hadn't rubbed too well on my mood, and truthfully it only made me mad.

"I just wanted to talk to you, about ..." I let my mind trail off as he spoke. I know what my father wants to talk about. All he ever talks about is Marcello's daughter. It's like the man expects that to be his last wish on earth. Too bad, he wont be dying anytime soon, and if things went so well, Alaina could be well married before he did.

I doubt they'll have a choice if she's already settled with someone, hopefully. A fact I thought I had covered, until her slimy ex went ahead and cheated on her.

It's not like I stalk Alaina or anything, but I've been keeping my eyes on her. She seemed happy, content, so I ruled off anything to do with her. I'm not a man selfish enough to drag an innocent girl like Alaina into my world.

But now that she's broken things off with that rat, I had to do something about that, and soon too. I kept it at the back of my mind to do something about the man anyway. He wouldn't be getting away with hurting her.

"So, I'll be making the announcement today, at the annual gala then." I'm brought back to reality with my fathers words. What announcement?

"What announcement, father?" I ask, rubbing my hands again my temple. I'm beginning to sprout another headache again, they seemed to come with talking to the old man.

"Your engagement to Marcello's daughter, son. Are you even listening to me?" He says. I hear movement from the other room, and almost rush in to check on Alaina but my fathers words bring me to a halt.

"What do you mean my engagement father? We didn't talk about this? We don't need to rush anything with you and Marcello being perfectly fine." I try to reason with him. My head still throbs painfully, and I hiss.

"Son, I know you're not happy with this, but I assure you, it is for the better. Anything could happen so I don't want to not make it knows to the public that we have ties with the Sullivan's." He says.

If he was right here, I'd have shot a glare at him. "I am not marrying her, Father. Besides, Marcello hasn't even told Alaina anything about it. The girl is in the dark." I try not to remind myself that she's in the next room, and she shouldn't be here if I'm that interested in not marrying her.

"I'm not asking you to marry her right away. It's just an engagement. You guys could just get to know each other, since I and Marcello are doing perfectly fine now. Then get married if anything happens to either of us." He says.

"Nothing will be happening to you guys, Father. But if you'd feel any better about it, you can announce the engagement. Just make sure Marcello tells Alaina about it first." I warn shortly before I end the call.

The old man is even more hot-headed than before. If he thinks my agreement now means I've succumbed and I'm going to marry Alaina, then he needs to have another thought coming because that won't be happening.

My only card right now, might be that the two men are still alive, but I'll think of something, sooner rather than later. Another loud bang comes from the next room and this time I rush inside to find the sleeping woman wide awake and trying to make a run for it.

My annoyance with my father almost dissipates when I see her. She looks almost skittish. "And where are you going to if I may ask, Miss. Sullivan?" She halts and turns to look at me with nervous eyes.

"Um... Sorry, um... I don't know how I got here, but I'm sorry for the inconvenience." She says in a low voice.

I fold my hands slowly and pin her with my gaze. "And you want to leave, just like that? After last night?" I throw at her.

Her eyes widen for a moment before she stiffens like she's been caught. I can almost hear her thoughts. "D-did... Um, did we?' She looks between both of us, her eyes darting back down. I ease myself closer, unable to resist the urge to tease her.

"Did we what, Miss. Sullivan?" I ask, urging her on.

She gulps nervously. "Did we, um... have sex last night?" She finally blurts out. I have to resist the urge to burst into laughter.

"Wait. You cant remember anything?" I ask her.

She looks down again, offended. I hear her muttering lowly, and can only catch a few words. "Surely I'd have remembered if something happened with him right?"

This time, I actually chuckle. "Of course, Miss. Sullivan. A night with me won't so easily leave your mind trust me." I step even closer, hovering over her, too close for comfort, but I don't care. I want to pin her to the bed and have my way with her. Show her just how much that kiss from last night affected me, but I don't.

She heaves a sigh. "So nothing happened then." This time it's not a question, yet I nod my head.

"I won't dare take advantage of a woman so clearly inebriated." I pause. "Although your kiss last night almost made throw caution to the wind, Miss. Sullivan."

This time, I can see how clearly my words have affected her as she burns a scarlet red. She finally straightens up and nods. "I'm sorry for last night, but I have to leave now." She makes a move for the door but I block her path.

"I'll tell my driver to drop you off." She's already shaking her head before I finished.

"No need. Please I'd hate to bother you even more than I already have." Bur I ignore her words and call my driver downstairs.

"Just tell him where to drop you off and that's all. Trust me, your company was no bother." I say lowly and truthfully.

Even if I spent the night just staring at her beautiful frame while she slept, I couldn't say I didn't enjoy it. "Uh, thank you very much, then. Goodbye." She mutters quickly before dashing out.

I watch her leave, resisting the urge to hold her back. I'll just have to speak with her again this evening, at the gala. I just hope she takes the news of our engagement better than I did.