Shaking my head, I decline his offer.
"Thank you, but I should stay. I have Jellybean here, and no doubt Dom will be back soon. He'd probably be worried if I wasn't here."
I move past him before he can say anything else, and walk towards the elevator where Rory is waiting for Jaylen to catch up. Once they're in the elevator and the doors have closed, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Truth is, I couldn't care less if Dom got back and I wasn't here.
I just don't want to be around people at the moment.
My emotions are all over the place after last night. I'm still infuriated with Dom, and I'm upset with myself.
Mostly, I feel disgusted, especially because I can feel the dried cum on my back. I'm desperate for a shower, and I want to snuggle up in bed, feeling sorry for myself a little longer before I have to face anyone and pretend like I'm okay.
Making my way back to my room, I stand at the foot of the bed, glaring at the handcuffs still secured around my bedframe, and my stomach sours.
Grabbing my phone, I scroll through my contacts again and press on one I'd usually ignore.
Pressing the phone to my ear, I take a deep breath and ignore the way my stomach's twisting itself into knots as I wait for the call to connect.
When it does, I gulp.
"Well, well. Does this mean you've changed your mind?"
With my eyes trained on the handcuffs, the dried cum staining my sheets, and the memory of the tears I spilled because of Dom last night, I allow my eyes to fall shut and mumble three words I'll probably regret saying.
"I'll help you."
Chapter Thirty-One
Dominic
After being in the office for a few hours, sat in a mind-numbing meeting, I make my way home around midday. It's later than I'd originally planned to go and check on Alicia, and that thought has my stomach clenching.
As soon as the elevator doors open, I hastily walk into the apartment, slip my shoes off, and walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water for her.
I can imagine she's probably likely to throw it at my head as soon as she gets her hands on it, and with the way I've been feeling all morning, I wouldn't even try to stop her.
My feet pause as I enter the kitchen, greeted by the pair of broken handcuffs on the island in the centre of the room, with a bent screwdriver beside them.
Shit.
My heart almost leaps out of my chest as I turn around, rushing through the apartment and bounding up the stairs. I bypass my office door and the spare bedroom until my feet are planted outside Alicia's room.
If she's not in here, I might actually lose my mind.
I didn't think about the possibility of her getting out of the cuffs, so I didn't think to have anyone watch the apartment.
What a fucking idiot.
My rapid breaths are loud, along with the sound of my pulse beating in my ears, and I hungrily suck in lungfuls of air as I reach for her door handle, twisting it.
When the door doesn't push open, I nudge my body against it, thinking at first it's stiff, but when it still doesn't budge, I scoff in realisation.
She's locked herself in her room.
"Vete al cuerno!" she shouts.
My heart slows, and my muscles slacken at the sound of her voice, relieved she's still here and hasn't made a run for it. I hang my head, resting it against her door, and let my eyes fall shut as I sigh.
