“So, it’s Stefan. A strong name for a strong man.” I shamelessly flirt with this stranger in front of my fuming husband. I squeeze his biceps as I say it. “Aren’t you going to introduce yourself? I’d love to have a friend around here.” I pout my lips and run my fingers through his dark hair.
Before either of us can react, I’m ripped from his arms. To give Stefan credit, he never looked in my direction. And he was seconds away from pushing me off.
Dominic has me cradled in his arms and turns his back on Stefan, making sure none of me is visible.
“GET OUT, STEFAN!” Dominic roars at the man, and he scurries from the chair.
“Good luck, Dom.” Stefan sounds delighted at my husband’s misfortune in a wife, and it almost makes me feel bad for using him.
“OUT! NOW!” Dominic growls at him, and I swear I hear Stefan’s laughter behind the door.
Dominic dumps me in the chair next to the one Stefan was sitting in and crowds me.
“You’ve gone too far. You parade around this house in fucking boxers and no bra! Then you throw yourself at my second!” Dominic’s wild eyes only spur me on.
“I have nothing else to wear. I don’t know where my room is. Hell, I don’t even know where any food is.” I sigh dramatically, then make eye contact. “And my tits are so small I don’t need a bra.”
Dominic’s gaze drops to my breasts at the last comment, and his nostrils flare.
“I can see your fucking nipples poking through my goddamn shirt. Fucking dress yourself!” His fists grip the leather of the armrests so hard they squeak.
“Then bring me to my room so I can change!” I toss back at him. He can’t deny my logic.
“Fine, I’ll show you. But it’s not your room anymore. I’ll have someone move your clothes to our bedroom.” He leans back and paces across the room.
“No need.” I have no intention of residing in his bedroom. He’ll get bored of me eventually, especially once he realizes I’m not putting out.
He comes back and pulls me out of the chair. Then he throws his discarded jacket around my shoulders and pulls it tight. It swallows me but does its job in concealing my state of undress.
We march in silence. Dominic’s face is neutral, but the way he ignores everyone we pass and growls at the ones who look at me, betray his fury.
He’ll get over it.
We get to a bedroom, and I realize it truly is on the other side of the house. Why was he set on me having me away from him only to change his mind? What changed his mind?
Dominic opens the door and walks in. I trail behind him. He turns to face me and scowls.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I see a grey furball sneak its way towards Dominic. I open my mouth to warn him, then reconsider.
“What’s so funny?” Dominic demands.
“What?” I ask innocently. Vova slowly crawls his way across the floor. Dominic is so focused on pouting that he doesn’t notice the little furball approaching.
“What has you smiling?” he growls, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes.
“Kateri– FUCK! WHAT IS THAT?” Dominic jumps so high he almost hit the ceiling.
I look at my precious cat and laugh.
“That’s Vova, my cat!” I tell him through my laughs. I’m gasping for air as Dominic glares at him.
“Well, Vulva just pissed on my shoe!” I double over at his claim. I fucking love my cat. “This isn’t funny. They’re custom made in Italy!”
“Okay, diva. Calm down. He’s just a cat.” I crouch down and call him over. Vova runs into my arms and purrs. His kindness to me is the icing on the cake.
Dominic pulls his precious Italian shoes off with the tips of his fingers while glaring at Vova. He walks across the room andchunks them into the trash. Then he peels off his socks and does the same to them. The entire time, he’s muttering curses.
“I wasn’t informed of any animals. We’ll have to keep him outside,” Dominic muses. His frown lessens at his decision.
