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The subtle glow from the lamp adds to the allure of it all. My hair is fanned out all around me, a shade darker in the night. There is a small bit of cleavage poking out of my white top, and my all-white bedding provides the perfect backdrop.
“This one. I like the lips poking through.” I hand his phone back to him.
“Me too.”
Dominik opens Instagram, tapping on the plus button. He pauses for a second, trying to come up with a caption, and I stay quiet, on the edge of my seat wondering what he’s going to say.
It doesn’t take him long at all.
One word.
“Finally” with a purple butterfly emoji.
A current tugs relentlessly at my heart, making it hard to breathe. Slowly, he tilts his head. His eyes, an electrifying blend of hazel and blue, seize my body. In this moment, I feel myself giving in, a willing captive of his intoxicating stare.
“Last chance, Zo. Are you sure?” he whispers.
I’m too sure.
“Yes. Do it.”
CHAPTER 29
ZOE
The post on Dominik’s Instagram has generated a lot of buzz already.
I couldn’t help myself from scrolling through the comments, reading the reactions of random strangers going wild over the girl who appears to have captured Dominik Lewis’s heart. According to the internet, I have managed to do the impossible.
It’s crazy how much people care about who these athletes date and how they spend their free time. Why is it anyone’s business? Several people are claiming to be scouring the internet, trying to figure out who I am. After all, everyone knows Dominik never dates. He would never willingly make anything official, let alone post about it online. A few anonymous accounts are claiming this is a PR ploy to get the rumors to die down.
Ding. Ding. Ding. We have a winner.
Social media is all fake. Just an illusion to prove, what? That you’re better than everyone else?
An online post or photos of smiling family members on a cruise are all just a highlight reel, and people often perceive it as gospel truth. Look where I am and what I can buy. Yet there are so many secrets concealed behind closed doors—details no one would ever willingly share. Phony relationships, seemingly joyful family photos masking years of sadness, an overlooked child who never felt a sense of belonging. A beautiful, grand home where the owners are living paycheck to paycheck.
But in cases like this with Dominik, it’s the perfect tool.
I haven’t heard from Dom since the other night, and I’m a little hesitant to message him. I’m not sure how our dynamic will flow moving forward. I assume we’ll only talk when necessary for public viewings and couple duties. For now, I need to focus on getting my life back on track.
Maybe find someone trustworthy to pass the nights with.
Surely I can do that if it all stays anonymous, right?
Speaking of which, since I’m early for work today, I can check the few messages that trickled in while I was asleep. I’m hoping I can start talking to someone and build a foundation of trust before we schedule an initial meetup somewhere vanilla. I haven’t done anything like this since the masquerade ball in Boston, but I’m ready for some mind-numbing fun.
Stopping by the coffee shop across the street to grab a cappuccino, I take a seat at an empty booth and open the Rabbit Hole app.
yourdarkhorse — 1:23 a.m.
Hey there — your post caught my attention, so I figured I’d reach out and say hi. I’m sure you’re getting tons of messages, but it’s tough out there as a young woman with your particular needs. You need to make sure you can fully trust whoever you let into your world. I’m 30, 6’4” with an athletic build. I’m mostly interested in primal play, but I’d love to dominate you here and there too with some sensual fun thrown into the mix. If that’s something you’re interested in, let me know. I’d love to get to know you better, outside all the kink stuff too.
This just might be the first normal message I’ve received. The guy seems very casual and friendly. He doesn’t give me creeper vibes, which is a plus. I decide to send him a quick reply to say hi and thank him for taking the time to get in touch with me. I ask him what his previous experience is and what he’s looking for long term. I hit send and scroll through my other messages, which turn out to be one unsolicited dick pic and two people asking if I have an OnlyFans account.
It’s tough out here for kinky women. Especially online. But who wants to venture out alone to a meetup in a new city? Not me. I had a hard time attending the one in Boston and psyched myself out four times before I finally showed up to an event. Maybe I can get Via to go with me eventually, but not right now. We’re just getting to know one another, and I already have one shitty rumor nailed to my back; I don’t need another one.
I stroll into the office twenty minutes later, enjoying the quiet hum of the elevator and the silent hallways. Tracy’s office is dark, and Via’s cubicle is messier than yesterday. I’m beginning to wonder if she has naughty elves who like to mess her desk up overnight.
