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Dominic’s phone started to ring with the same number. He didn’t have time for that. Feeling pissed off, he turned off his phone and enjoyed the silence.

He spent quite some time there and when he was done, he turned on his phone and decided to head back home.

By the time he got home, it was getting dark. He stepped into the house and Andra was waiting for him inside the living room in a pair of pajama shorts.

Her hair was down and he liked that her pajama shorts were not skimpy but right above her knees, exposing great-looking toned legs just like the rest of her. Standing there with her hands akimbo, she looked like a nagging wife as she stared daggers at him.

“The deal has just barely started and you’re already throwing lies all over the place.” She said judgmentally as his eyes rested on hers.

Dominic was not ready for her tirade and didn’t waste time telling her exactly how he felt.

“Look here, I don’t need you adding your shenanigans to my frustration.” He warned. “After all, I a