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Then he’s gone. Disappeared down the hallway toward our bedroom, where he’s going to leave the door open soone of uscan bring it to him.

Bring it to the clear glass shower stall.

Fuck this man.

My hands flex.

Fuck him so much.

Spinning on my heel, I stomp into the kitchen.

The woman backs up quickly, trying to get away from me. But I’m not after her. She’s just here as another one of Dom’s pawns. Because he thinks we’re playing games.

I jerk open drawers, one after another, until I finally find the one with the hand towels.

I pull one out, then continue on to the pantry that I found yesterday. It’s a big, beautifully organized room, but I’m here for one thing.

Finding the appliance I need, I grab it off the shelf and storm out of the pantry.

“Uh, Val…” Rob says cautiously. “I can’t let you kill him.”

I huff as I shove the towel into the bread slot on the toaster. “I won’t plug it in.”

I think I hear the girl snicker, but I don’t stop.

My thick shoes sound heavy on the steps, and I’m practically huffing by the time I reach the top.

How dare he.

At the end of the hall, our bedroom door is open.

How fucking dare he.

When I step inside, I find he’s left the bathroom door wide open, just like he said he would.

My anger builds as I think about that other woman being the one to walk in here.

And by the time I enter the bathroom, I’m seething.

Dominic’s naked form is somewhat hidden by the steam building behind the glass, but I can see enough.

And the view is mine alone.

No one else’s.

“Here’s your fucking towel,” I snap, then throw the whole toaster over the top of the glass wall.

I make sure I don’t hit him because I don’t want to actually crack his head open, but the sound of metal meeting marble is satisfying as hell.

“What the—” Dom jumps away from the noise.

I turn and leave.

Message delivered.

Except booming laughter follows me. And it makes me more furious.

And when hot tears fill my eyes, I get even madder.

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