Page 166 of The Dominator

Me: I’m not that kind of girl. Send yours first and maybe a dicture (lol) I’ll think about it.

Tommy: Dicture?

Me: Dick picture. LOL.

Tommy: You first.

Then it hit me. What if this wasn’t him? I cringed and thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t sent a naked picture.

Me: Gimme the code word. So I know it’s really you

Five minutes passed. I started to feel sick. It’d been instant replies up until that point and now nothing. I dialed his number.

He answered. “Tia?”

“Hi!”

“Hey, Baby. It’s late. You still up?”

“I’m so happy to hear your voice.” I started to shiver.

“Me too. Miss you. Sorry I haven’t texted you today yet. Been a bit nuts. I should be home in two, maybe three days, though. Why you up so late?”

“Tommy.”

“What?” His voice changed. He knew something was wrong. “What, Baby. What?”

I told him what’d happened.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He growled, “I’ll deal. Go to sleep. Don’t stress.”

“Don’t stress?”

“No. I’m calling Dare. I’ll get to the bottom of it.”

“Kay,” I whispered.

“Tia?”

“Hmm?”

“Love you. Good catch.”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“Save the messages. My brother might need to look at your phone.”

We said goodnight. I didn’t sleep a wink the rest of the night.

Who now? I couldn’t wait until all of this was over, until he got us out and away from the danger.

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It was embarrassing when Dario went through my phone in the morning. Him seeing the banter and my silly kissing photo, not to mention the tank top with the cleavage and references to Tommy’s dick. Ugh. He took my phone while we were at the island in the kitchen, perused the messages, his jaw got tight, and then he disappeared into Tommy’s office with the phone. I didn’t hear anything else about the matter and he gave me the phone back and told me to keep being vigilant about messages.

* * *

The night before Tommy was scheduled to come home, I woke up to an alarm blaring the house down. Burglar alarm?

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