Page 80 of Between Love & Ruin

“That’s obvious. I am obsessed with you.”

Before I can say something else, the door to his cabin busts open and Roy and Myra walk in.

Myra has a file in her hand, and both of them look so serious it creeps me out. Her eyes narrow on Dominic and me, and I pull back slightly from his touch, making him frown.

Something about how she looks at me is deeply unsettling.

“Hey, Sienna,” Roy says with a small smile as they walk towards his table. “How are you?”

“Good,” I pass him a familiar smile, but the heaviness inside my chest doesn’t lighten. “How are you? Been so long since I last saw you.”

“Your boyfriend has been keeping me busy,” he says, and I smile. The banter between Dominic and Roy is always entertaining to watch.

If you didn’t know them, you would think they’re siblings.

“Why are you guys here?” Dominic asks roughly, clearly not happy at their intrusion.

“This,” Myra finally speaks, her eyes throwing daggers at him, and I wonder why Dominic tolerates her attitude so much. “This is more important, Dominic.”

“We can discuss it later,” he says.

“No,” Myra says. “Roy, tell him. You asked him to work day and night for this, and now you want to discuss it later.”

My eyes dart between the three of them. The tension between them is suffocating, and I can tell my presence here isn’t needed. Or wanted, at the moment.

“I have to make a call,” I say, even though I really don’t. “Excuse me.”

I dart out of the room as fast as I can, and only when I am far out of reach do I take a deep breath. These three alone can make any person uncomfortable, I am sure. None of them like to speak normally or more than a few words, and it’s annoying.

I make my way down the hallway toward the cafeteria on this floor, figuring I might as well grab a coffee while I have a few minutes to myself. I pull out my phone as I walk, already thinking about calling Aisha.

She has been surprisingly patient with me through all of this. Partly because her husband is with her at the moment, but I know her well enough to know how quickly she can lose her calm when it comes to work.

I’ve kept her updated about everything related to the project, but I know I need to tell her about my personal life too. We aren’t just work buddies anymore. We’re friends.

By the time I reach the coffee machine, I call her, and she picks up on the second ring.

“You bitch,” she says the first thing, and I smile. What a warm welcome.

“Hello to you too, my dear Aisha,” I tease. “Or what does your husband call you? Meri jaan, is it?”

“Don’t act smart with me,” she says, but I know she blushed furiously at the mention of her husband. That man worships the ground she walks on, and it’s the cutest thing ever.

“I am smart,” I point out the obvious.

“Yet you forgot to tell me something really important.”

I wince at that. But how does she know?

“Like?”

“Like a certain someone in your life. The whole internet is talking about it.”

My brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Everyone knows you and Dominic are living together,” she says, and my eyes widen. “It’s all over the internet.”

“But how do they know? What—”