Page 91 of Between Love & Ruin

“I will resign,” she threatens.

“Be my guest.”

She huffs out before cutting one last glare my way before turning on her heels and leaving.

I sigh and finally relax in his hold.

“That was intense.” I palm his face, and his eyes soften.

“I know,” he says, and suddenly he looks so tired. Exhausted even. “Sometimes, I hate this lifestyle. The responsibilities, the way people expect stuff from me. It can all get too tiring and repetitive.”

I nod, understanding.

He rests his head on my shoulders, and I run my fingers through his hair. I press a kiss on top of his head.

More than anything, I find myself in awe of him. He is one of the most hardworking people I know. And he is empathetic. He isn’t egoistic like people you meet at the top, and I know he keeps himself as humble as possible.

More than that, I know he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, and if I could just take it off him, I would be more than lucky.

“But with you, I find peace I have never known before,” he adds, lifting his face up so I can look at him. “Please never leave me.”

I smile, leaning down to kiss him.

“I will never. I am addicted to you, Mr. Wolfe.”

“Cross my heart,” he asks.

“And hope to die.”

Dominic Wolfe

Two things you should know about dating Sienna Hayes—she loves sleeping.

And she loves to sleep all the time. Get her a couch or a bed, a pillow, and something to cover that small body of hers, and she will fall asleep in seconds.

And the one thing she absolutely hates—is being woken up. She’ll scream at you even if you wake her up after she asked you to.

It’s the most fucked-up thing ever, but what can I do? I’m just a man who does whatever she asks him to do.

And right now, I fucked up by not telling her we had an event to attend and I had to wake her up from that precious nap of hers that turned into a three-hour coma.

She huffs past me, nearly pushing me out of the washroom where I was trimming my beard.

She mumbles something incoherent under her breath that I can barely figure out. Something like “all-men-are-the-same.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” I tell her, giving up. “I should have informed you earlier, but I just forgot. I lose track of things when I am with you.”

She glares at me—the deadliest look she has ever given to me. If she didn’t love me, she would have buried me six feet under the ground by now.

“Don’t,” she points a finger at me, looking more adorable than dangerous. “Try to butter me up. You have no idea how long it takes to get ready for such formal events. Plus, I don’t even know what happens in your business events.”

“I will give you company,” I say softly. “I will help you get ready too. Now turn that frown upside down.”

She rolls her eyes, walking over to take that dress I got for her. It is a maroon satin dress with a high slit on one side. I just know she will look amazing in it.

She looks amazing whether she’s wearing any clothes or not, period.

“Who else is going to be there?” She asks, going into the bathroom to put on her dress.