Chapter 29-2:1

DOMINIC

Last night, I lost myself in my usual routine, giving in to temptation.

Around her, it's become a ritual of sorts—a way of coping since my decision to think about her hot body-. I've even coordinated with one of my regulars to drop by later today.

As I get ready for work, a man's voice downstairs catches my attention, accompanied by Savannah's laughter. I tilt my head in disbelief. Could she have brought someone here?

With my tie still undone, I rush downstairs. My eyes land on a large man sporting black pants and an Armani shirt. Savannah's leaning in towards him, both of them sharing an inside joke, or so it seems.

“What's happening here?” I question sharply. Their heads turn toward me. Savannah rolls her eyes, and she guides the guy to a chair. “Savannah,” I insist harshly, “We need to talk.”

“Not now; I have a guest,” she retorts, motioning towards the guy, who shoots me a smirk. “Once he leaves, we can talk.”

Who still wears dreads these days?

“Savannah,” I grind, my patie