The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The slap reverberated sharply, cutting through the ambient hum of the corridor and drawing the attention of several passersby. Heads turned as people paused mid- stride, curiosity flickering in their expressions.

Dominick's head snapped to the side from the force of Paisley's strike, and a vivid, angry imprint of her fingers bloomed across his cheek.

For a moment, he froze, as if stunned that she'd dared to hit him. Slowly, he turned back to her, his gloomy eyes narrowing with disbelief and something more dangerous simmering beneath the surface. From the far end of the hallway, the click of high heels against the polished floor announced Marissa's arrival. She stepped out of the private room her gaze immediately landing on the scene in front of her. Her eyes widened, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips. "Oh my goodness she cried, rushing toward Dominick, the rapid staccato of her heels echoing her urgency. "Ms. Sutton, why would you hit him?" Marissa's voice pitched higher, laced

with outrage as her wide eyes darted to Dominick's reddened check. Dom. are you okay? Does it hurt? Her hand fluttered nervously near his face as though she wanted to comfort him but didn't dare touch him..

Paisley couldn't bring herself to entertain this melodrama. She didn't bother looking at Dominick, she didn't need to. His palpable anger radiated from him like heat from a fumace, making the air around them thick and oppressive. Before anyone else could speak, a voice broke the weirdly heavy tension with almost comical abruptness. "What's going

on here! Lucy's familiar tone rang out as she walked toward them, her curious eyes darting between the trio.

Relieved to see her here. Paisley exhaled softly and seized the moment to redirect her focus. "Where have you been? You've been in the Ladies' room forever," she asked, her tone tinged with mild annoyance. "Oh, I got caught

up scrolling on my phone in the restroom Lucy said nonchalantly, waving her phone for emphasis. I stumbled

on this crime che video-something about dismemberment-

voice trailed off as her gaze lingered on Dominick and Marissa,

she said. her tone carefully neutral but her words laced with subtle implications. Pandey refused to dignify Marissa's

eyes, she caught Dominick's expression shifting, his jaw tightening as though he had something to say. But she didn't give him the satisfaction of her

had explicitly told Lory that only the and Paisley were invited to today's dinner. "You don't need to

If time

head back toward their private room. "Guess I'll leave you to it, then. Take your "There's nothing to discuss. I'm coming with you, Paisley said coldly, cutting a pointed glare toward Dominick. "Mind your own

stood in silence, the atmosphere between them as heavy

was unreadable, his features

Marissa

for any sign of what he might be thinking. But Dominick's expression w carved into

jump to conclusions about

the quiet, her voice

to apologize, Dominick interrupted, his tone distant, almost bored. His large hand rose to his collar, deftly undoing two buttons on his shim as though the very air around him

as he tried to

Something about Paisley's defunte, her words, and her slap had unsettled him

myy I remember

Marinas delicate