His brows furrow, confusion sharpening with every second. He really doesn’t get why all this is happening.
“Why the fuck did you tell him you’re single?” He spells it out for me, slowly. “Are you so wasted that you didn’t even stop to think how it looked? What people heard. How fast that shit spreads. What they’ll post tomorrow morning.”
“This isn’t about the media!”
“Then tell me what it’s about,” he says. “Because I’m dying to fucking know.”
“This is about you!” I scream and shove at his chest.
Annoyingly, he doesn’t budge an inch.
“We made a deal,” I shout, “and then you had a woman in your house this morning? Is this what being tied to you looks like? Being made a fool of?” I shove him again.
“What?”
“I saw her.”
He studies me for a beat, realization flickering in his dark gaze. His eyes close as he draws in a slow breath—then open again, narrowed.
“And you didn’t bother asking me who she is?”
His question takes me off guard.
Because I actually didn’t.
But the way she looked at him… I didn’t need to ask when her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
He takes another deep breath, then raises his head and looks straight at me.
“Instead of asking me,” he says, “you assumed you knew what you saw.”
“I doesn’t take a genius,” I counter.
“Instead of asking me,” he goes on, “you ran. And instead of talking to me, you got drunk and entertained a man flirting with you.”
“Did that hurt your little ego, Captain? That I chose to talk to another man over you?”
I hear what he’s saying. I understand what he’s telling me. But the hurt is too much, blurring every rational thought.
Dominic starts shaking his head, visibly disappointed in my answer.
“I didn’t touch her,” he says evenly. “That’s not what she was here for.”
“That’s not what it looked like!”
“I don’t give a damn what it looked like. I’m telling you what happened.”
“And I should believe you?” I raise both brows.
“Not me.” Another step. “This house has cameras. You can go through the footage.”
My throat closes and tears threaten to spill.
“You expect me to watch a video of you with another woman—”
“I expect,” he says, stepping directly into my space, “that you talk to me before you disappear all day.Before you ignore every call. Before you let some bastard breathe on your neck.”
“What was she here for then?” I snap.
