Page 94 of The Dominator

At 10:00 James knocked, then poked his head in, and asked me if I wanted some pizza. Evidently, they’d given up on having a break to have dinner, too. I accepted a few slices and watched a pay-per-view romantic comedy by myself. I gazed out the floor to ceiling windows and saw that it looked pretty awesome down below. The city looked alive and bustling with activity.

Eventually, I crawled into bed and turned the TV off hoping that tomorrow I’d get to see more of Vegas.

* * *

Tommy was gone until 3:07am. I’d been fast asleep in what might’ve been the most comfortable bed in the world when he came in. I spotted the time on the digital clock when woken up because he tripped and almost fell. He staggered a little, getting out of his clothes, and I could smell the alcohol coming off him from the bed. He’d been gone for about ten hours, never texted or called me, and was now staggering into bed, clearly drunk.

He got in beside me and his hand swept up my side from my hip to my ear and then his fingers were in my hair. He murmured something unintelligible against my ear, something about me being lucky, then something about the smell of my hair, and then he was softly snoring.

* * *

I woke up early in the morning, and when I lifted his clothes off the floor, I noticed red lipstick on his collar. My heart thundered in my chest. I lay them on the chair before slipping the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door handle so that housekeeping wouldn’t come in while he was still asleep.

At 11:00 I knocked on and then entered the adjoining room. The guys were dressed in suits but had their shoes off, both of them on their respective beds and watching a sports event on TV. I asked them what the plan was today and they’d both shrugged, telling me they were awaiting direction from Tommy and informing me the Do Not Disturb sign was useless; no one would be barging into the suite without their go-ahead.

James said he’d already ordered breakfast up to their room and asked if I wanted him to order for me. I told them I’d do it. Apparently, they had CCTV of the hall outside of our suite.

The room service didn’t take long. As I pushed the cart into the sitting and dining area, I heard noise in the bedroom so peeked in and Tommy stirred in bed and opened his eyes.

“I ordered breakfast for us,” I told him. “Not sure if you’re hungry.”

“Call down and ask them to send up some Tylenol, baby?”

“Already thought of that,” I said stiffly and passed him a glass of orange juice and the bottle of pills. He looked strangely at me, took two and downed some juice and then got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

I’d left his clothes purposely in a position near where I was now sitting, on the sofa that would make his lipstick-covered collar obvious, very obvious.

I poured coffee for both of us and when he came back out a few minutes later, he was showered and in a fresh pair of tight black boxer briefs. He reached onto the chair and fished his cell phone out of his pants pocket and was fiddling with it. I saw his eyes land on his dirty collar. He grabbed a bottle of orange juice from the minibar and downed it.

I stared at him over the rim of my cup, looking at his gorgeous body, his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, six pack, his muscular legs, and wondered if he’d let some other woman touch his body last night.

He glanced at me a few times while thumbing away on his phone and then said, “Got something to say?”

“Nope,” I answered, making direct eye contact.

“I’ve got a meeting soon. I think I’ll grab another hour of sleep first.”

“Okie dokie.” I had trouble hiding the snark from my reply.

He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Nothing happened. A business associate had entertainment for a post-meeting party, but nothing happened. A chick tried to get frisky with me and I pushed her off. All right?”

I’d been chewing the inside of my cheek. “Alrighty. You were pretty smashed.”

“Yeah, well I’d had about 5 hours of sleep in three days so the alcohol hit me hard. Nothing happened. Didn’t we just go over this yesterday? Do you really think I’d promise to be faithful and then break that promise the very same day?”

I shook my head. “I didn’t accuse you of anything.”

“No, but your attitude says different. Believe me, if I wanted to fuck someone else, I’d just go ahead and fuck someone. I’d have no qualms telling you the score. Alrighty?”

Each ‘fuck’ was delivered with so much venom it churned like acid in my stomach.

I raised my hands defensively. Really nice. His eyes were bulging at me; he looked furious. And rough. I kept my mouth shut for a minute while he continued doing something on his phone.

“So, do I have to stay here all day waiting for you?” I finally asked.

His eyes narrowed. “Yeah. Yeah, you do.”

Then he stormed into James and Nino’s room, slamming the door. I sat and seethed. Some fun Vegas would be. I turned the television on and flopped on the sofa.

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