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How do I answer this question? We didn’t cover our back story.
“We met in high school. She’s my best friend’s sister, and I was stupid enough to let her get away then. Regretted it all these years, but she recently got relocated to New York for work, and I took it as a sign. A second chance I wasn’t willing to give up. Not this time,” Dominik says, glancing at me with fondness.
Someone needs to pick my jaw up off the floor.
This man is better than I gave him credit for. Dom’s cover story is pretty close to reality, and the way he said it, well, even I almost believe it.
If hockey doesn’t pan out for him long term, Dom could definitely go into acting.
“That’s so romantic! Totally meant to be.”
A couple of the guys make a joke, but I don’t hear them. My face is scorching hot when I finally look away.
“Have fun, assholes, and don’t drink too much.”
I hear a few grumbles followed by some laughs. I try to pull my hand away, but Dominik’s grip is strong, holding me in place right next to him as we make our way down the hallway.
“I just have to grab my bag,” he says, stopping outside the locker room.
“Mm-hmm.” I need air and five minutes to myself, or else I’m going to say things that have no business coming out of my mouth.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll wait out here.” I try hard not to roll my eyes.
Dominik pauses for a second before he turns, his hand on the door.
“Nice performance, by the way. You deserve an Oscar,” I spit out, unable to stop myself.
The mischievous look in his eyes is fucking delicious, and I hate how much I like it.
“Thanks, baby. Worked on it all night.”
“Fuck you.”
“I know you want to. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it too.”
My jaw springs open, and he walks inside the locker room, his laugh echoing inside.
The bastard.
To hell with this.
I storm down the hallway, kicking open the outside door as I step into the cold night.
CHAPTER 34
DOMINIK
I’ve thought about all the ways I would punish her for storming off on me like that if Zoe were actually my girl. I would bend her over my knee in the elevator and smack her ass so hard, she would be pleading with me to stop, begging me to lick her wounds before my tongue found her wet cunt.
“Would you slow the fuck down?”
“No.”
She’s such a fucking brat.
“We need to talk,” I grit out.
