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I huff out a sigh, annoyed that they’d just post my legal name all over the place for everyone to see. Also, we were all over each other? No, we weren’t. I did my best to stay professional, not wanting to screw things up for him. Yet, somehow, things got all screwed up anyway. Only, none of it was my fault. It was all on him.

I can only assume this has to do with something going wrong between him and Trent. Had they had something all along andI was the sidepiece? Did Trent finally get sick of Dominic’s shit? Did they have a falling out because Dominic realized Trent’s the reason I ran off? Guy was probably hoping to live a double life. Trent seems like the type who wouldn’t even care about it, either. Me, on the other hand? Fuck all of that.

I still don’t know how I managed to have a threesome with him and Storm. Even today, thinking about Dominic being with anyone brings on a rage in me I didn’t know I was capable of.

I was in love with him. There’s no denying it. I wouldn’t be so torn up over him if that wasn’t how I felt. But do Istilllove him?

How can I after what he did?

He never came to look for me. He hasn’t called in weeks. I told him where I grew up. He knows I have a friend that lives out here. He could be looking for me, but he’s not. And that says more than anything coming out of his mouth could.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Dominic

Someone rings my bell, and I expect it to be the food I ordered. I haven’t been in the mood to cook anything and have been living off take out. My stomach hasn’t been happy with me.

I pull the door open, but the guy on the other side isn’t holding any food and isn’t someone I recognize. He’s tan with black hair and brown eyes, typical build. Dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

“Yes, actually. You can get Mikah out of my damn house.”

My jaw drops. “What the fuck did you say?”

“Mikah. You know, the guy you’re in love with? You can come get him out of my house because he’s driving me in-fucking-sane, and if he doesn’t vacate immediately, I may have to kill him.”

I stare, slow-blinking at him because—what?

“Don’t tell me you’re as dense as he is,” the guy says with a huff. “You can’t both be in denial about this.”

“Who are you?” I ask carefully.

He puts his hand on his chest. “I’m offended. I know for a fact Mikah told you about me. Zach?”

I search my brain, and it finally pops up. His friend who lives in the town he grew up in. His friend who helped him when he was younger. Yeah, Zach.

“Oh, yeah. He did.”

“Good. So now that we’re acquainted, you can go get your boy before I choke him out in his sleep.” He turns and hurries down the stairs. I move after him.

“Wait, hold on!”

He stops and turns to look at me.

“Don’t you live like an hour away?” I ask, still confused about what’s happening. Why is he on my doorstep telling me to get Mikah?

“Closer to two, but yeah.”

“You drove all the way here, just for that?”

“Didn’t have any other way to get in touch with you. Mikah won’t even let me look at his phone in fear I’m going to call you.”

“Why won’t he call me himself?” I ask, stepping down the stairs.

“I didn’t come here to fix your problems; I came here so you can go get him. Trust me, you both will work it out. But if he isn’t gone within two days, you will be planning his funeral, and no, I will not help—and I am not taking that demon cat.”

He turns to leave again.

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