All Chapters of Our Marriage, Our Rules: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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

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

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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

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