Page 30 of Blind Spot
My heart dropped. I knew at that moment that he had seen everything, and there was no telling what was going through his mind. Ramon had put on a show for Dominic’s benefit, and I was certain that from where Dominic stood, it looked like Ramon and I had made up.
“You bastard!” I hissed and stomped on his foot.
He released me, and I ran from the section. When I got back to the middle of the club, I couldn’t find Dominic. I raced to the locker room to grab my things.
“Hey, are you okay?” Reanna asked, rushing in after me.
Talia and Johanassie, two other bottle girls, were in there changing into their street clothes.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, angrily wiping the tears from my face.
“Are you sure? What happened?”
“My ex happened. Nothing that I can’t handle.”
“All right. Well, go cash out and get your tips for the night. I’ll finish off your last section.”
I stared into her eyes and replied, “He can be an asshole, Reanna.”
She smirked. “Assholes are my specialty, baby. My ex-husband was one, and I love nothing more than shoving it up their asses. I got this, boo. Go home and rest.” She winked at me.
I only prayed that I had a home to go to and that Dominic hadn’t thrown all my shit out on the street by the time I arrived.
Chapter 10
Dominic
Ihated it when women wanted to be a fool for a man and then talked that bullshit that all men were dogs. Seeing Charly at the club last night with my brother, all hugged up under him, pissed me the fuck off. I started to blow that bitch up, but I decided it wasn’t worth it. If she wanted to be one of them females who kept running back to a man to get her ass kicked, then I couldn’t stop her.
I wasn’t going to keep trying to persuade her to leave him if that’s where she wanted to be. I just hated that I had beaten his ass over all that bullshit, even if I still didn’t fuck with him because he betrayed me.
I hadn’t gone home after leaving the club because I figured Charly would come straight there. It didn’t take long to find out that I was right. She blew my phone up with texts and calls until I shut it off. She kept asking where I was and why I wasn’t home. She wanted to know if I was okay or not.
I ignored her ass and chilled for the rest of the night with a bottle of Patrón, some takeout from Off The Bone, and Netflix alone in a hotel room. I wasn’t in the mood to argue with her or hear her shit, nor did I feel like being bothered with any other females.
I just wanted to shut the world out. That lasted for a few hours, but when checkout time came, I had a decision to make. I could stay for another night and spend another four hundred bucks, or I could take my black ass home to where I paid the rent and face the music. I chose the latter, even with the possibility that Charly might be there.
When I pulled up to the apartment, I saw her car parked in its usual spot. I debated on whether I should pull off or head inside, but I finally decided I would head inside when I saw her taking the trash out to the dumpster. I felt like shit because that wasn’t something that I would have ever allowed her to do when I was home.
I was traditional in some ways, thanks to my father. I didn’t believe a woman needed to worry about shit like taking out the trash, repairing things around the house or the car, or doing the lawn. Those were things I could handle, but I also didn’t mind getting in the kitchen to cook and clean, either.
I was that type of man who would spoil my woman if I ever found a good woman to settle down with. That was confirmed with Charly being around my house because everything that I did was for her comfort, peace, and protection.
I waited until she headed back up the stairs before I got out of the car. I was thankful that she hadn’t spotted me because I wasn’t ready to be bombarded with her explanations or questions. The minutes that it would take me to walk into the building and get to my apartment would give me time to breathe.
“Hey,” she greeted softly after I stepped into my room. She stood in my doorway, drying her hands with a paper towel.
“Wassup.”
“Can we talk, Dom?”
“Charly, your life, your business, I ain’t judging.” I tossed my keys on my dresser and toed my shoes off. I placed them in the closet and grabbed a fresh towel and washcloth to shower with.
“Last night was a misconception.”
“I saw what I saw.”
“No. You saw what your brother wanted you to see.”
