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“This isn’t funny.”
My brows furrow. “Did it sound like I was joking? You’re the one who started to strip down in front of me.”
His jaw ticks, but he releases my hand and bends down to pick up his clothes. “We’re leaving in five minutes.”
Biting my cheek, I force the smile away, watching him strut out of the room in tight, black boxers.
Stop staring at his ass.
Averting my gaze, I allow my grin to spread, knowing I won this round.
I can’t believe I’ll be meeting my mystery man from the internet for the first time. This might turn out to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. I might have to drop my location to Aaron or Dominik right before I leave.
Aaron would be suspicious and come looking for me, but Dom would likely leave me be if I asked him not to get involved. To only come looking for me if I were to go missing.
Shouldn’t be too much of a problem.
Before I know it, he’s back and sporting dark, fitted jeans. The denim clings to his thighs, highlighting the sheer strength of a hockey player. He’s put on a black, form-fitting shirt that seems to accentuate every contour of his broad shoulders, taut chest, and nipple ring.
I fought hard not to stare before, when he was almost naked standing a foot away from me, but now I don’t even bother fighting my eyes as they take him in completely.
If he wants to play this game, I’ll fucking play. He’s the one who started it.
Good lord, I’m so fucked.
Look away.
I can’t, and honestly, I’m not sure I want to anymore. He’s staring back at me, those dual-colored eyes holding on to so many secrets as they remain locked on mine. His presence is too magnetic, drawing me in with an irresistible force. I can’t have this attraction toward Dominik. Not only is it a waste of energy, but it’s futile and completely disastrous for both of us.
I’m in a daze when I hear the door open.
“After you,” he whispers, making me shudder.
There’s something about tonight that’s making my stomach churn. I can’t quite pinpoint if it’s because of this party or the fact that I’ll be doing something afterward with a complete stranger. Then again, it could be this intense, newfound energy between Dominik and me that I’m struggling to resist.
CHAPTER 37
DOMINIK
The skyline is a sea of stars tonight as the elevator doors of the luxurious high-rise building slide open onto the vast, penthouse floor.
“Good lord…people actually live here? It looks like a museum.” Zoe gasps.
A pair of grand, double doors swing open, revealing a modern-art-inspired space bathed in ambient lighting. The penthouse offers panoramic views through floor-to-ceiling windows that stretch along one massive wall. It is very similar to Aaron’s place, but even bigger. I bet he would love the opportunity to sell a place like this.
“It’s crazy, isn’t it? Some Upper East Side fan. The girls are always eager to host parties after games, and if they’ve been around long enough, we happily accept.”
“This is straight out of an episode of Gossip Girl.”
Casting a sideways glance down at Zoe, I smile as she takes in her surroundings. She’s taken aback by it all, and I remember feeling the same way when I was first introduced to the scene. It was just strange to see how wildly different some people live compared to the rest of the world. Almost didn’t feel like it was the same planet, the same world…and now that I’ve been in it for this long, I know it’s not. It takes a lot of determination and self-awareness to stay true to yourself.
Coming to this party was a last-minute decision, and one I regret making. But seeing Zoe standing by my door earlier, all dressed up and ready to go meet some random guy, had my blood boiling. She’d taken off before the final whistle had blown at the game tonight, still determined to avoid me at all costs.
I’ve been trying to keep my distance, but it’s fucking hard, with her currently living under my roof, making every effort to avoid me while leaving her enticing fragrance on all my belongings. It serves as a constant reminder of how effortlessly I could possess her and fulfill her deepest desires. The ones I know she craves the most.
I know she wants it too, based on the conversations she’s been having on Rabbit Hole.
Am I a sick fuck for keeping tabs on her? Yes, but I’ve been doing it for a long time, and I wasn’t about to stop now that she’s living in the same city. I know it’s wrong, but some part of me can’t be bothered enough to care. It’s clearly for her own good. I don’t feel guilty at all after seeing the type of post she made on that sketchy site.
