His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 31: Tears

Chapter 31: Tears

’Vanilla Ice Cream.’

Just three simple words but Dominique’s mind returned to the past, reminiscing about his unforgettable moment with Sabrina.

[ FLASHBACK... ]

*At Happy Store*

The couple entered the store with their intertwined hands.

The storekeeper greeted them with enthusiasm. "Welcome lovebirds," she teased them.

"Mrs. Winslow, the usual spot," Dominique uttered, winking at her playfully.

The old woman just laughed at him before nodding her head. "I know. I already reserved the table at the corner. No customer will disrupt your moment with your beautiful girlfriend."

"Thanks, Mrs. Winslow! You’re the best." Dominique guided Sabrina to their usual dating spot.

Sabrina felt a flush of embarrassment creep over her when Mrs. Winslow smiled at her teasingly. Sabrina and Dominique were regular customers of this store. This was one of their favorite hang-out and dating places.

"I have a surprise for you, Sab." Dominique excitedly pulled her toward their chairs. "Happy Monthsary!" he happily blurted out as he showed her his gift.

Sabrina gasped in shock when she saw the guitar Dominique was holding in his hand. She was rendered speechless, a profound joy evident in her beautiful amber eyes.

"You told me that you wanted to be a singer. This was your dream you couldn’t fulfill because of your father’s disapproval. But always remember this... I’m your first and number-one fan! I’ll always listen to your songs. I will play this guitar for you as you sing."

Sabrina’s eyes welled up, her tears threatening to fall. This was the first time someone supported her dream. Dominique just made her feel so special. She was touched by his sweet gesture.

Not able to contain her happiness, Sabrina pounced on him, hugging him tightly. Dominique put down the guitar to wrap his arms around her body, reciprocating her embrace.

"Don’t cry, kitten," Dominique rubbed her back as he planted a soft kiss on her head. "I did this to make you smile... not to make you cry." He chuckled, tucking her loose hair behind her ear.

Sabrina broke the hug and wiped her tears away using the back of her palm. "These are tears of joy, you naughty fox!" She gently slapped his chest, pouting her lips.

Dominique let out another husky laugh. Whenever he referred to her as "kitten," Sabrina would counter by calling him "fox."

"Let me get your ice cream. I know you are craving some sweets right now." Dominique stopped teasing her and he stood up.

"Vanilla Ice Cream please!" Sabrina requested in her puppy-eyed look. "In a cone," she added.

Dominique chuckled once more. ’Why so pretty, Kitten?!’ He thought inwardly, sighing in defeat.

After a few minutes, Dominique returned to their table, holding a large cone of Vanilla Ice Cream. Sabrina extended her hand, reaching for her ice cream but Dominique decided to tease her first.

"Kitten, I just recalled something important! Singers refrain from eating sweets to take care of their throats and voices. You can’t have this one," Dominique said, gently moving the ice cream away from Sabrina.

"I’ll eat this for you." He playfully licked the ice cream in front of Sabrina, teasing her further.

"Hey, that’s not fair!" Sabrina complained, her perfectly shaped eyebrows drawn together in a deep frown. With a crumpled face, she punched his shoulder. "Give me my ice cream!" she demanded.

"Hmm. Alright, since my cute kitten is begging me, I’ll let you have some..." he responded, flashing his cheeky grin. "However, I can’t let you hold this cone. I’ll feed you so that I can control the amount of sweets you consume."

Sabrina nodded in agreement, expecting Dominique to hold the cone for her as she consumed it. But to her surprise, he took a bite of an ample amount of the ice cream top before bringing his face close to hers.

His next action electrified her brain cells, causing her to freeze in place with unblinking eyes. The moment Dominique’s mouth captured hers, she finally understood the literal meaning of his words "Feeding her!"

He intended to allow her to taste her favorite vanilla ice cream by feeding it to her through his mouth and tongue.

With gentle precision, Dominique’s lips delicately parted as he transferred the ice cream from his mouth to hers, the creamy vanilla flavor mingling between their mouths.

As Sabrina’s tongue savored the cool sweetness, she felt a warmth spreading throughout her body. ’Oh my. I didn’t expect that an ice cream could taste even sweeter than usual.’

Dominique drew back for a moment and whispered in her ear sensuously, "Do you like to have some more, my lovely kitten?"

Sabrina could only bob her head, her mind still processing what had just happened.

Satisfied with her response, Dominique repeated his action. Taking a bite of the ice cream, he sealed her lips once again. This time Sabrina instinctively welcomed him by opening her mouth.

His tongue guided the ice cream into her mouth, engaging in a playful dance with her own. While she savored the ice cream, Dominique’s demanding lips continued to explore every corner of her mouth, deepening the intimate connection between them.

Each nibble, lick, and bite ignited a surge of desire, sending electric pulses coursing through her veins. Her body felt so hot. But she was not alone. Dominique was feeling the same thing.

"I want more..." Sabrina softly uttered, her burning desire reflected in her sultry voice. "Feed me more..."

"I’ll give you more, sweety," he responded. His brown eyes had already darkened with lust.

Sabrina and Dominique were now lost in their own world, not minding the people who might see them in that corner. They continued to indulge themselves in feeding each other with sweet vanilla ice cream while enjoying each other’s kisses.

[ End of Flashback ]

"Mr. Smith? Are you alright?" Athena’s voice brought him back to the present.

Dominique gazed at her, his emotions in turmoil. Before he knew it, a single tear had already escaped from the corner of his eye.

At that particular moment, Athena’s eyes widened in shock as she watched the single tear that trickled down his cheek. She had never seen this vulnerable side of him before, and it struck her to the core.

’Huh? What is happening here? Did he just shed a tear in front of me? But why?’