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No fucking more.

I hurry toward the street and flag down a taxi.

One pulls over and I get into the back.

“Airport, please,” I say, resting my head back.

The driver veers into traffic, because yeah, even at this time, there’s traffic out here. Fucking Vegas.

My phone continues to ring in my pocket, but I ignore it. I feel the long vibrations of calls and then the quick sensation of texts. I can’t talk to him. I will not listen to his lies.

Dominic will not ruin the progress I’ve made.

He may have helped me get this far, but the rest, I’ll do myself.

Because if tonight taught me anything, it’s that the only person I can rely on in life is me. So, if I want a better life, one that isn’t controlled by my past, I need to take the reins. I am the only one who can control my future.Me. And that’s what I plan to do.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Dominic

I pull back from Trent, but he moves with me, so I shove him off and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I bark out. “I already told you to fuck off with this shit.”

People are staring, but I don’t fucking care. I hope they catch this on camera because I’d love for everyone to know how much of a prick this guy is.

He grins at me. “I thought you were just saying that because your boyfriend was watching.”

“I said it because Ihavea boyfriend, asshole.”

He purses his lips, looking at me like he doesn’t believe what I’m saying. Like I’m lying and only putting on a show. I’m not. I don’t want anything to do with this guy or any other guy that isn’t Mikah.

“That’s what they all say.”

“Fuck you, Trent. Stay the fuck away from me,” I grit out as I move past him.

“It won’t last, you know! Never does for people like us!” he calls after me as I move back into the club. What the fuck is his problem? Why does he suddenly care what I do? The guy hasn’t talked to me since we made that video almost a year ago and never showed interest in making another. Hell, even when we made the video, he didn’t seem all that into me. He’s more into himself than anything else. Maybe I’d have recognized it as a red flag if half the guys I made videos with didn’t act like that. Unfortunately, it’s common in this line of work. Comes with the territory. People get big heads because they’re used to people wanting them all the time, so they thinkeveryonewants them all the time.

Well, I don’t. All I want is Mikah. Right now, I want to fucking go home with him. Fuck this place. Fuck the expo tomorrow. Fuck Vegas. Will Mikah agree to go home with me sooner than planned? Yeah, probably. This isn’t his scene, which I am grateful for.

I push through the crowds of people to get to the bar. Mikah isn’t there. I walk from one end to the other, just to make sure I haven’t missed him. He’s definitely not here. Maybe he’s in the bathroom?

I head that way, bypassing the line and heading right inside. “Mikah?” I call out, checking everyone inside with a quick glance, but I don’t see him in here either.

Did he go to the other one? It’s possible, but unlikely. Still, I head that way to check because I need to find him. When he isn’t there either, I start to worry. He’s drunk; he could have wandered off anywhere.

I go back into the club and search the main dance floor. It’s lower than the rest of the club, so standing at the railing, I can look down at everyone there. Scanning the area, I don’t see him here either.

“What the fuck?” I mutter.

I pull my phone from my pocket and head toward the lobby as I call him. He doesn’t answer, and it eventually goes to voicemail. So I call him again. And again and again and again. No answer. I send him texts. He doesn’t answer. So now I’m really fucking worried.

Think, Dominic. Think.

Maybe he went to the hotel. He was drunk and maybe he forgot I was here. I shouldn’t have fucking left him. Fuck, how could I be so stupid? I can’t be sure how long it took to get our jackets, but I can’t imagine it being more than ten or fifteen minutes? The line was long, but it wasn’tthatlong, was it? Besides, if he walked out, I would have seen him… right?

The hotel we’re staying at isn’t far, so instead of hopping into a taxi, I walk. I don’t think he has a key. I’m pretty sure I didn’t give him one, but he has his ID, so it’s possible the front desk gave him one. I hurry to the elevator andgo up.

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