"What," I whispered and felt tears sting my eyes.

There was no way. I had seen the test, you can't just fake those. He had to be lying again just to get me to sleep with him.

"Why the fuck would you even try to lie about that, Dominic? Are you kidding me!" I felt my blood boil. He was playing with my emotions just because he wanted into my bed again and I had never felt more disgusted than in this moment.

His face hardened as he leaned in and whispered in a husky voice, "First of all, Princess, I've let you get away with a lot of things these past few days but that ends now. The next time you speak out of line or raise your voice at me, I will punish you."

I gulped and my eyes widened. Fuck, it was a big turn on for me to have him put me in my place.

He straightened up and fixed his tie, "Second, I'm not lying, Genevieve. I haven't lied to you once and I'm not now. I might've omitted the truth, but I never lied."

I sniffled as I felt my cheeks burn, "But the test..."

"I don't know where she got it. Hell, she might be pregnant, but not with my baby. I used condoms with her for this very reason and gave her the morning after pill. That's almost a 200 percent chance."

He smirked and I couldn't help but chuckle, "I don't think that's how it works, Sir."

To say I felt relieved was an understatement. She wasn't really pregnant, at least not with his baby. We could finally be together.

Wait...I thought I had already made my decision...

Did I want to be with him? Yes, but there was still the problem of Preston.

I hadn't talked to him since last night and I knew I owed him a phone call, but at the moment, sitting here with Dominic smiling at me and his eyes bright with happiness...Preston could and would wait until later on tonight.

"This is great news," I whispered as I looked into his eyes. The smile he had on his face matched mine and I still thought he was the most intense but gorgeous man I'd ever seen.

"It is," he nodded, but I saw the hesitation in his features. The smile lit up his face but didn't reach his eyes.

"But...we still can't be together..." I stated more than questioned.

But why not? She was out of the picture now, right? I would help him find a bigger contract than her fathers and we would effectively push them out.

"It might not be my child, but she still could be pregnant. And she's fucking crazy, Genevieve. The night of the charity event when I confronted her, I was ready to leave. I was on my way to find you, but then she started hurting herself."

My eyebrows knit together, "What do you mean?"

He sighed, "She was going to make it look like I had hurt her. She said that she would hurt herself or have someone hurt her and make it look like I did it."

I arched an eyebrow, "Just say you didn't do it," I ended the sentence like a question because why couldn't he do that?

He was free, wasn't he? We were free...

"Who would you believe, Genevieve? A battered and bruised pregnant woman, or a man who has a reputation for being dangerous, stubborn, and closed-off? There's no doubt in my mind that if she went to the media with that story I would go to jail, or worse, lose the business to Preston."

"But you said you were trying to fix this?" I remembered what he told me yesterday and instantly understood why he was trying so hard to get me to believe him. I smiled again at his words. At the time he couldn't tell me what was going on, but he was always trying to let me know that he hadn't given up on us.

"Wait, you...you actually want to be with me?"

He smiled and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear, "Of course, Princess. And I am trying to fix it. I'm trying to find someone to fill her fathers' contract and then I'm going to find proof that she's lying and crazy and then I can leave her."

I took a deep breath, "Okay, so let me help you."

He chuckled and grabbed my hand before squeezing it, "I don't need your help, Princess. I said I would fix it and I am. I've got a plan and by the end of the week, I should be free and yours."

I couldn't help myself, I unbuckled my seat belt and straddled his lap, "Is this really happening," I whispered as I hooked my arms around his neck.

His pupils dilated, "Yes, I'm making it happen for you, for us."

I pressed my lips to his.

I couldn't help but run my fingers through the hair at the back of his head to deepen the kiss. He tasted like mint, which I knew he only used when he was nervous. He must've been using them during the meeting.

I missed kissing him without the weight of issues holding us down. It felt easy, familiar to be with him. To fall back into our old ways.

My dress had risen up to settle at my hips and my scantily clad core was rubbing against his suit pants. I felt him harden under me and smiled, but the way his thumbs were rubbing patterns into my inner thighs had my head dizzy.

It had been so long since I had him how I wanted and I would take what I wanted tonight.

"Dominic," I breathed. The position we were in had me above him and his head was tilted back as he kissed me.

"What do you want, Princess," he whispered as I breathed deeply against his lips. His hand had moved up and his thumbs were now mere centimeters away from my panties.

"Please," I moaned and he knew what I wanted, what I needed and he always would.

He might not know that I use to have a gap in my teeth, that I had cut my own bangs in the third grade, or that I loved Winnie the Pooh when I was younger, but he knew me now. He knew my buttons, and he knew my body like the back of his hands.

He said he would get to know the rest and I believed him. He had no reason to lie as I was already putty in his hands and he could mold me into anything he wanted.

"Please, what?" I heard the smirk in his voice as his lips brushed against my parted ones again and every time I rolled my hips against him my ass burned from the friction, but it was a pain mixed with pleasure and I didn't mind it if it meant that I could have Dominic sooner.

"Please, Daddy," I whimpered as his thumbs brushed my core over my thong lightly.

"Beg, Genevieve. Beg Daddy to give you what you want," he whispered.

"Please, Daddy. Please, fu--"

"Sir?" Charles' voice rang out.

"WHAT," Dominic growled and I yelled.

"Sorry to interrupt, Sir, but we're here. Would you like a little more time?"

Dominic sighed before kissing me lightly.

"No," he answered back to Charles at the same time I said, "Yes."

"But, Daddy," I whined and leaned back to look into his eyes.

"Genevieve," he said sternly.

I huffed and got off his lap and sat down in my seat, with a cringe, before crossing my arms over my chest.

"We'll just be a moment, Charles," he said and rolled the divider up again before leaning over to me and whispered into my ear.

"You've been very ornery, Princess. Does Daddy need to teach you a lesson?"

I bit my lip and closed my eyes, "Yes."

He put his hand around my throat and squeezed, "Yes, what, slut?"

Fuck, that word!

"Yes, Daddy. I need you to teach me a lesson," I whined.

He hummed in my ear and tightened his hold, "Daddy's going to hurt you tonight. Do you want that?"

I knew he had ulterior motives bringing me here, but I couldn't say I didn't want this.

"Yes, Daddy. I want it so bad."

"Good. Wait here," he said as he backed away and got out of the car.