Page 90 of Dominate Me

“Yeah. Mark finally graduated grad school. They’re moving to Chicago in a few weeks after their wedding next weekend.” He took another swig and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I couldn’t continue watching him fill Jensen’s bottle of Scotch with his germs, even if Jensen might never be drinking from that bottle again after the clusterfuck from earlier.

I went to the cupboard and pulled out a glass, adding ice before handing it to him.

“Use this.”

He swung the bottle back and forth, holding it by its neck. “Got someone in your life who might not like me drinking his good shit?”

I was certain Jensen would be furious. I wasn’t certain I had a man in my life anymore. “None of your business,” I replied, crossing my arms. “You wanted to talk. Do it. And while you’re at it, be sure to explain this bullshit of a lawsuit you refuse to drop.”

Something lit in his rich brown eyes when he smiled. He poured a drink and brought it to his lips, the whole time not removing his eyes from me.

A chill rolled through me and I fought the urge to shiver in front of him.

“Listen, Timothy. It’s late. I’m tired and I had a long night.”

“Yeah, I heard about your night.”

His eyes lost their light from moments earlier and he set the Scotch on the counter.

“Heard all about how hot you looked, how fuckable you still looked, draped over some hotshot lawyer’s arm all night earlier. Do you know how big of a shmuck I looked like when I was out with my boys and Matty-fucking-Bentzen of all people sauntered up to me and told me all about how he saw you with that prick at some fancy ball tonight?”

It took me a moment to place the name and when I did, I frowned. I didn’t remember seeing anyone who looked familiar while I was at the benefit, but Matt Bentzen and Timothy had been huge rivals at school, and Matty generally came out ahead in every contest...athletics and academics.

Timothy hated him.

If Matty had really seen me and then rubbed it in Timothy’s face, it would explain Timothy’s anger and drunkenness.

Which was really why he was here. Not because he wanted me, but because I’d somehow made him look bad.

I took a step back. His eyes darkened, swirled with anger, and that never ended well for me. Not that he’d hit me. Sadly, that would show he cared too much. But it still led to arguments and shouting and migraines and tears and I was so...

Tired of it all.

“You should go. I’m sure there’s nothing we have left to talk about.”

I turned on my heel, hoping he’d follow me to the door.

He was never one to let an argument go until he’d won. It was the only thing he’d ever been able to commit to.

I was also partly right. As I reached the front door and wrapped my hand around the door knob and unlatched it, I heard his footsteps following me.

But as I began opening the door, his footsteps stopped and the soft click of a gun being cocked echoed in the background.

Fuck. Of all the stupid things for me to do, leaving my gun out was by far the stupidest.

“I wouldn’t open that door any further if I were you, baby.”

I cringed at the endearment before slowly turning around.

He stood right by the table where I’d set my gun earlier, and had it aimed at me. His hold wasn’t steady. His arms were shaking and he slightly swayed, but it didn’t matter.

I’d never had a gun pointing directly at me before.

Fear ignited in my veins.

“We’ll talk, Timothy. We’ll talk about whatever you want okay?” I lifted my hands and stepped away from the door. “But please. Lower the gun and set it down. You’ve been drinking and you’re upset. Perhaps you’re not thinking clearly.”

The gun shook in his hand and he blinked. “I loved you.”

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