Chapter Ten

DOMONIC

Glancing down at my phone I see I’ve been here for an hour and fifteen minutes. “Right. Go ahead, I have to get out of here too.”

After locking up my office, I am stopped at the door by Margo in her glittering silver stars and heavy make-up. Her body is on full display, and I mean full display. After all, she works here at the club and brings in a lot of customers. But I notice right away that for the first time since meeting her, my dick didn’t so much as twitch.

Damn it.

“Where are you going?” She asks, grabbing my arm to prevent me from hedging out the door.

“I’m busy Margo. I already told you that. Get out of my way.”

“Wait!” She purrs. “What about tonight? Can I come over. You left me pretty unsatisfied last night. Too busy with that bitch to take care of me the way you should.”

I have to laugh. This dumb bitch. “Margo, you are not my girlfriend. You know that. It would be best if you stopped coming over until the girl is gone.”

She narrows her eyes at me, crossing her arms under her heavy breasts. “What? Why?”

“Don’t worry about why. Just stay away for now.” Then I leave without so much as a look back.

When I arrive in front of the boutique, I am floored by the sight of Draven across the street laughing with Paul.

Motherfucken traitors. All of them.

DRAVEN

“There’s my ride.” I stand up and grab my bags the moment the Hummer appeared across the street.

Paul smiles, “Okay. So, I’ll see you tomorrow night then.”

I nod, “Yup. I’ll be waiting.”

I cross the street, rolling my eyes at the black windows of the Hummer.

You’re late douchebag.

I run my hands up and down my arms to chase away the chill before buckling my

the cafe and on Paul

you said half

his hand is white knuckled over the gear shift. “My thing… it

can see that. What’s up? Are we going back to the condo or

nor does he look away from Paul’s

“Domonic-”

thought you needed

shaking the bags in front of me. “I’ve been done shopping for almost an

you’ve been across the street with Pretty Paul for

“I guess so. Isn’t he

eyes away from the shop to turn toward me with a tight-lipped smile. Putting the car in gear, he

the two of you talk

about how great a guy Bart is for hiring me even though you told him not to. In fact, despite you demanding that no one help

“But did they

time, swerving around cars and running a red light as I clutch

I snap. “It’s still foggy you

and gracing me with a weary sidelong glance. “You

I laugh. “What?”

said, he’s a player. He’s gone out with most of

“Even Margo?”

chuckles, “Yes. Even

better cancel our date tomorrow night. I don’t want anything that

in the middle of the road, causing my body to snap forward and my neck to

scream, glaring at him. “What

come out way more incredulous than his face lets on and

I shout. “And

full of remorse. “Shit. I’m sorry.” He groans.

I am filled with rage. “I’m going to need to soak in a hot bath of Epsom salts

pull into

problem? You’ve got more mood swings

to learn to control my temper. It’s just

who didn’t want to help me.” I turn toward him as best I can with the

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