INSATIABLE CRAVINGS
Insatiable Cravings – Episode 85
Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game}
TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.
Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.
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~ Genevieve ~
“Dexter,” I heard Dominic say, his voice taut with barely contained fury. “I need you to go straight to the point. Who killéd my parents if not Kyle Walker?”
Kyle Walker, as in my father? Or is there another Kyle Walker of whom I’m unaware?
The more I eavesdrop, the more I uncover things better left unheard, especially when they should come directly from Dominic himself.
Goodness, I can scarcely fathom how he must feel. His uncle has taken the livés of his parents. He must be utterly devastated to learn such a shocking truth.
I mean, who wouldn’t be? The very person who raised him, the one he entrusted with his heart, has betrayed him in the most appalling manner.
But why does he suspect Kyle Walker? Is… is the Kyle Walker he’s referring to actually my father?
And Cassian—who on earth is he?
As I continued to listen, an unsettling sensation crept over me, urging me to stop. This is dréadful; eavesdropping on his conversation feels utterly wrong, yet I find myself unable to pull away.
Deep within, I sensed a crucial piece of the puzzle was missing, an element that could change everything.
When it appeared that Dominic had reached his limit, suffocated by revelations he never wished to hear, he sent Dexter away. I quickly feigned nonchalance, approaching the door just as Dex emerged, his expression a mix of guilt and irritation.
“What happened?” I asked, feigning innocence as if I hadn’t just absorbed every word of their conversation.
Dexter’s gaze locked onto mine, and he exhaled sharply through his nose, annoyance etched on his features. “I happened.”
“What do you mean?”
His hand came to rest on my head, patting me as if I were some sort of pet. “You wouldn’t understand,” he replied dismissively.
I swatted his hand away, glaring at him fiercely. “I don’t appreciate that. And what do you mean I wouldn’t understand? What exactly does that imply?”
“There are things that go beyond your comprehension, Genny.”
“Oh really?” My brows knitted together, arms crossed defiantly. “Alright then.”
Their conversation hung in the air, unfinished. There’s something I’m missing, and I dearly hope this Kyle Walker isn’t my father.
If that were the case, it would shatter everything. I cannot, under any circumstances—whether driven by love or madness—be with someone harbouring intentions of harmíng my family.
So, I plead with the universe, let this Kyle Walker not be my father.
With my head turned to the rear, I observed Dex depart, then released a weary sigh before directing my gaze towards Dominic’s office door.
Should I enter?
Or should I not?
I was at a complete loss.
Before my mind could muster any further arguments, I twisted the doorknob and stepped inside.
Dominic’s head snapped towards the door at the sound, rage etched across his features, his eyes blazing with fury.
I stood a few paces away from him, sensing that he required the distance. Wetting my lips, I ventured, “Are you alright?”
He’s obviously not alright.
The response I received was not verbal; instead, it was an unhinged laugh that erupted from him—an unsettling sound that felt more like a revelation of absurdity than genuine mirth, as though he were suddenly finding the entirety of his existence amusing.
From his countenance, it was clear that the news had taken a profound toll on him. He appeared to be teetering on the edge of his sanity.
Dominic raked his fingers through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief. “Genevieve,” his voice was sharp, almost cutting, and it sent a shiver of fright coursing through me. “Please leave.”
“Dom…” I attempted to articulate something, anything that might soothe him, if only for a fleeting moment.
But my words were abruptly cut short. “Now!”
“I want to be alone. Just go, Genevieve. Please.”
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Granting someone solitude is hardly the serene affair they portray on television. It stretches on, far longer than one might anticipate, and I felt as though I were unraveling.
Dominic, my boyfriend, hasn’t called or texted me in fifty-two hours. Yes, I am counting.
Anyway, yes, he hasn’t called, and as much as I long to reach out, I can’t shake the memory of him begging for space. And that’s precisely what I am giving him.
I just hope this space doesn’t stretch out to an extent I shudder to contemplate.
While my heart busied itself with fears of what may lie ahead, my mind fixated on discovering who this Kyle Walker chap is.
No, seriously, I looked it up and stumbled upon a plethora of Kyle Walkers, including my dad, but none seemed to fit the bill. Well, duh, I am no hacker or anything remotely close to it.
So, you can imagine the state I’m in. And I have bloody assignments to complete.
In my next life, please God, let me fall for an uncomplicated man
Actually, no, don’t do that. I wouldn’t and will never regret falling for Dominic Morozov. He is my second everything.
The first is my family.
So, I’ve decided to pop into Dominic’s workplace today after my last class, which ends an hour after noon.
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Strolling up to Dominic’s office without needing to stop for security checks is rather convenient when you’re in a rush.
Everyone knows me here, but only Cassidy knows me as Dominic’s girlfriend. I confided in her because she’s considered a friend, and even if I hadn’t, I suspect she would have figured it out.
Upon entering Dominic’s office after exchanging brief pleasantries with Cassidy, I noticed he wasn’t in, just as she had mentioned. So, I settled down, awaiting his return.
Minutes trickled by, and still, he was absent. Suddenly, something clicked in my mind.
I rose from my seat and walked over to his desk, where his laptop sat invitingly. Being the love of his life, I happen to know his password.
I know, rather cheeky, isn’t it?
And although I’m aware I shouldn’t be doing this, a gnawing dréad whispers that this Kyle Walker might be my dad.
I typed in his password and watched as the screen came to life. My fingers danced across the keys, my eyes darting from the screen to the door, ears pricked for any sound.
Another few minutes slipped by, and… Bingo!
I found it.
A file labelled Kyle Walker. Taking a deep breath, aware that whatever lay within could alter the course of our relationship—either to fracture it or solidify it—I clicked on it.
A broken sigh escaped my lips as my gaze landed on the first picture in the thirty-one-page document
It was my dad.
And every single scrap of information one could uncover about him, and then some.
The subsequent pages showcased my mother’s picture and her details, Adrianna’s image and her information, and mine too. Except mine was as exhaustive as a thoroughly conducted background check could be.
From my solitary childhood days to having Jules as my best friend, to my time at secondary school, it was all chronicled here. Even Jules had two pages dedicated to her.
My throat tightened, making it excruciatingly difficult to swallow the lump forming within. The air in my lungs began to constrict, my hands trembled, and my vision blurred.
Kyle Walker is my dad. Dominic wanted to kíll my dad, believing him responsible for his parents’ déath. Had Dexter not discovered that his uncle was the true mastermind behind it all, my father’s life would have been forfeit?
No, no, he wouldn’t do that.
He wouldn’t intentionally húrt me by taking my father’s life, not when he knows how much I love him. Would he?
Of course, he wouldn’t.
This entire file is merely Dominic being Dominic Morozov, the Bràtva Dón. He loves me, and this relationship isn’t just a grand scheme to get to my father.
I mean, if he truly wished to kíll my dad, he would simply do it, right? So yes, this is just… I don’t know, but this can’t be what my mind is trying to convince me of.
It simply can’t be.
I clicked out of the file and shut down the laptop, ensuring it looked as if I hadn’t been on it, then returned to my seat. It was as if I had known, for he walked in right after.
“Hi, love.” My voice cracked, and naturally, he noticed, furrowing his brows in concern.
“You alright?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Just a bit parched.”
He walked over to the mini fridge and retrieved a bottle of water, handing it to me. “How long have you been here?”
“About half an hour.” I replied, fiddling with the lid of the bottle. “Are you alright?”
He looked taken aback for a moment, but managed to stammer, “Y-yeah.”
“Dominic.”
He let out a deep breath, one that seemed to carry the weight of unspoken thoughts. “I’m alright.” But the way he said it felt like a lie, heavy and insincere. “I’m fine.”
“Baby,” another sigh escaped him, though this one bore an air of calmness. “You know you can tell me anything, right? Anything at all that’s bothering you, you can share with me. I’m here for you, always.”
His golden-brown eyes, which I hadn’t seen up close in nearly three days, locked onto mine, vulnerability glimmering within them. “Anything?”
I nodded, taking his hand in mine, feeling the warmth radiate between us. “Anything.”
His throat bobbed as he opened his mouth, “I… I…” then abruptly closed it again. In the blink of an eye, the vulnerability in his gaze vanished, like mist dissipating in the morning sun. “I’m okay. There’s nothing wrong, alright? Genevieve, I’m fine.”
I despíse being lied to, particularly when I wish to prove my mind wrong. My heart wants to believe in Dominic, to trust him wholly.
“I am fine, Genevieve.” He repeated, his eyes flicking nervously across my face. “Nothing is wrong.” My frown deepened, unable to mask my annoyance. “I’m being serious, Genevieve.”
“Genevieve?” The name rolled off my tongue like it was a foreign word. “That’s three Genevieves in a row. Something is definitely troubling you, Dom. Please, just tell me.”
He stepped back, breaking our gaze, a barrier forming between us. “I’m fine.” His voice snapped, the tension palpable.
I am knackered.
“You’re not fine, Dominic. I’m worried about you.”
“Well, don’t!”
My eyes began to sting, and I blinked furiously, trying to stave off the impending tears. “I’m your girlfriend; it kinda comes with the territory to worry.” I twisted my lips, biting the inside of my mouth to hold back a wave of emotion. “Should I leave? Again? Do you want space? Again? Is that what you want?”
“I don’t need this right now.”
“You don’t need what? I’m your girlfriend.”
“Well, maybe I don’t want you to be anymore.” Dominic snapped, his voice sharp and paiñfully resolute.
“W-what?”
Okay, I should leave, like, right now.
Nodding once, I cast him one last glance, stealing a moment to imprint his troubled face in my memory before I turned toward the door. But then, I felt his firm grip on my wrist, spinning me back to face him.
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. It was a slip of the tongue. It was a mistake; I’m so sorry. You know I love you so much.” His words tumbled out in a rush, but unfortunately, they did nothing to soothe the ache in my heart this time.
I am tired.
“Do you?!”
“Of course I do. Why would you ever doubt that?”
“Well, maybe because you just said with your own mouth that you don’t want this anymore.”
“Vixen, I…”
I shook my head vehemently. “Don’t!” Luckily, my voice held more firmness than my heart felt. “Don’t call me that right now.”
Dominic’s face paled, the paín in his eyes intensifying, along with the weight he seemed to carry on his shoulders. It was as if the very air around us thickened, heavy with unspoken fears.
“Look, I know you’re going through something, but saying something like that isn’t right. You don’t blurt out things you know will húrt someone’s feelings, especially when you claim to love them.”
“I do love you. You know I do.”
“Do I?”
“Alright,” Dominic breathed, desperation lining his voice. “Why don’t we meet tonight and talk it out?”
“I’m busy.” I responded, and his expression morphed into a look that resembled a forlorn puppy. “Busy.” I pulled my hand from his grasp and left, the door clicking shut behind me, sealing the weight of our conversation within those four walls.
TBC
