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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
Sebastian KnightsI'm working on the files in my office when there's a knock on my door. I tilt my head, curious. Did Savannah is here already? “Come in.”The door swings open, and Sophia walks in, beaming. “Hey, Dad.” I smile immediately and stand up to hug her. “How are you doing?”“Sophia,” I stand up and hug and kiss her cheeks. “I didn't expect to see you here. Is everything okay?”She nods. “It is. I was just in the area and thought to visit you.”I smile. “That's lovely of you, my dear,” I say as I sit down and flip the file close.She looks around. “Have you had lunch yet?”“Not yet.” I check the time on my watch. “It's three, and I might have a late lunch.”She pouts. “Why? We can go together right now.”“We can, but…" The ringing of my office phone interrupts me. I hold up one finger. “Yes?”“Good afternoon, sir. There's a lady down here to see you. Savannah.” She pauses. “Savannah Marshall, sir.”She's using the Marshall name already? “Send her up.”“Okay, sir.”I put the p
SavannahIt was him. He donated his kidney to Mom. Why? Why would he do such a thing?Is that why he left early? Is that why he was talking about his death?Oh, no!Could it be?>>>>>>Flash black “Did you anonymously donate the kidney that went to Mom?” I ask, watching as he tenses and looks up.“What makes you think it was me?” he retorts.I scowl. “You disappeared before I could catch see you. You avoided me when I returned. And don't think I missed the wince and the scrunching of your face when you knelt.”He lets out a sigh and pushes his chair back. “It wasn't me.”“Bullshit. Who else would give a kidney to someone who just arrived that day? Who would be that kind?”He meets my gaze. “You'd be surprised how often people do that. It's not a big deal.”“It's a big deal to me. I need to know. Did you donate your kidney to Mom, and why?”“I didn't,” he asserts.I wipe my face. “Are you sure?” He nods.I rise from my seat and start pacing around his desk. He watches me curiously. “Wh