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DominicI gaze out over the city as I mull over how to get revenge on Savannah.Should I apply shoe glue to her hair gel? Or perhaps tie a spaghetti bucket over her door to have it dumped on her?Is that too extreme? Locking me out of the house is extreme.For fuck's sake, I can't believe I'm sitting here thinking about revenge like a stupid teenager.I'm thirty, for fuck's sake.But hey, before her, my life was work, fooling around and repeating. Maybe this little war she started can be a reason to relive my teenage life.Which is why I want to go out with a bang. I don't want to execute my revenge half-heartedly—go big or go home.I pull out a notepad and write “REVENGE PLANS” at the top. I nod to myself and split the paper into two sections, labeling the top-right corner “PROS” and the top-left corner “CONS.”PROS:1. Bring a girl home.2. Stay out late.CONS:1. Retaliation2. LockoutHmmm.I scratched staying out late. Even though I could crash at Chris's place, I prefer my bed.I
DominicI'm engrossed in the files in my office when there's a soft knock on the door. My brow furrows because I'm not expecting anyone.“Enter!” I called out. Savannah walks in, and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Um, you're not here to murder me in my sleep, right?”She rolls her eyes. “I'm here to apologize.” Did hell freeze over or something? I remain silent, skeptical that she might be up to something.I watch her without saying anything because Savannah Knights want to apologize.?Heck, this is something I never thought was possible. Ever. She snaps her finger to catch my attention. “Did you hear me?” she asks. “I said I was here to apologize.”I nodded slowly. “Okay? So apologize”She grits her teeth. “Not for locking you out.” I knew it. “But for my reaction earlier today, I admit that I let my temper get the best of me and allowed my inner frustrations to take over. But I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you.”“You didn't. I get where you were coming from.”She nods. “A
SebastianI pushed the door to the house and found Becca and Sophia standing there, lips pursed, hands crossed, and feet tapping impatiently as they waited for me.Suppressing a groan, I thought, I don't need this right now.Becca had practically been a pain in my ass ever since the engagement. She never lets me sleep without voicing her opinions about Dominic and Savannah's relationship.Savannah is my daughter and my pride. She thinks I hate her. It kills me to see her look at me with that sorrowful expression every time, or how she can't even talk to me for an hour straight.I caused this. I made her feel insecure, and now I will work on it. “You're home,” Becca said as she spotted me. “We've been waiting for you.”I looked at both of them. Becca and Sophia had a slight resemblance, but their behavior was identical.They were both spoiled, overbearing, and, worst of all, self-centered. The last thing I wanted to do right now was deal with these two. Still, I asked, “May I ask why?”
SavannahThe music is loud; I can feel the pulsing in my head as we enter.Janelle has her arm looped around mine as she drags me towards Bill. Apparently, she knew the bouncer, so all she had to do was yell, “Hey, pussycat,” which made him grin and wink at her before gesturing for us to enter.Why he's called “pussycat” is something I'm curious about, but hey, drinks are most important to me right now. After that talk in the car, Janelle had so many ways to turn this battle between Dominic and me into one that I would win.I heard her, but right now, I want to forget the scene I saw in the living room. “Bill's up there,” she yells over the music. “Hold on to me.”I nod again because the music pulsing in my brain is enough to give me a lifetime headache.We maneuver our way through the grinding bodies—sweaty ones, I might add—to the VIP section. Once again, she grins at the bouncer, and voilà, we are in the VIP area.It's quieter here; the red and blue lights add a sensual ambiance. Gi
Savannah**“Get your hands off my wife!”Ren retreats swiftly as if caught in a whirlwind of panic. “Wife?” The question is directed at me, but I'm too busy locking eyes with Mr. Aloof because how dare he? “You're married?” Disbelief is clear in Ren's voice.“Take a look at her finger, pretty boy.” Dominic grits out, “Take a perfect look at it.”“He's not a pretty boy, and I'm not your wife,” I manage through clenched teeth.“Tough shit. That ring on your finger says otherwise.”“It's fiancée.”“Same difference,” he retorts with a smug smirk, and something tells me he's throwing my words back at me.Beside me, Ren stands awkwardly, uncertain whether to stay or make a hasty exit. I'm touched that he still dares to stand here with Dominic confronting him like a possessive alpha male. “Uhm, should I stay?”“Yes.”“No.” We both answered at the same time. Ren hesitates, looking at me with wide eyes. I nod, and he winks before bolting away as if his life depended on it.The stare-down with D
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— Dominic“Why did you say that, dumbass?” Chris scolds as soon as Savannah gets out of the car. “That's my sister-in-law.”“Fake sister-in-law,” I point out with an eye roll.Savannah Knights is an absolute pain. If I didn't know better, I would've thought she did it intentionally, knowing she might be recorded and end up on the internet.“You don't even realize how you're acting,” I snapped my head toward Chris.“What do you mean?” I grit out.“Look at your hands,” he gestures toward my clenched fists. “They've been folded into fists since you got in the car. You've been acting possessive.”“Fuck you,” I hiss. “I'm pissed because she was being reckless. Anyone could've recorded her.”He nods. “Uh-huh. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”I groan. He's not helping me. “I'm going in.”He nods again. “Just go easy on her.” I roll my eyes at him and slam the door shut behind me.Go easy on her? I scoff.I walk through the door, expecting to see her standing there, but she isn't. Did she t
DominicShe thinks she's smart.She left hastily as if I wasn't wide awake watching her from upstairs. She practically sprinted to the Uber she had called.Huh.I wasn't the only one embarrassed about my actions last night. Honestly, I don't have a reason to kiss her like I did. Do I regret it? No, I don't. If anything, that kiss makes me want more.She's this enigmatic woman who exudes sexual energy. The way she walks, talks, and even speaks sometimes screams nympho, which surprises me because she's a virgin nympho.I snicker at my thoughts as I sift through the files on my table. My office door opens, and I already know it's my dad without needing to look up at him.I'm furious, and I can't even say I understand why he lied because I don't. His footsteps grow closer as he walks to the desk. “Everything's looking good so far,” he comments. “The board has been impressed with the increasing stock numbers.”I lift my head and fix him with a glare. He swallows. “Why?” One question, and f