Page 28 of The Fall

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Rowan

“Really?”I glare at Dom, who’s pounding the buttons on his PS5 controller from the other end of the couch in his game room. “Was it necessary to set me on fireandblow me up?”

He shrugs. “That was for Cam, doucher.”

“Why? What did I do to Cam?”

Another shrug. Classic Dom—he has no idea what’s going on, but he assumes he does.

I roll my eyes. “I sent flowers to her office. She told me she just wanted to be friends. You’re pissed off at me, but I’m the one who got rejected.”

He glances at me, brightening. “No shit?”

“Yeah, no shit.”

He hums as if just figuring something out. “I guess that tracks. Sorry I blew you up.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“In the game. I just--”

“Not that, dumbass. The other part.”

“Oh. Cam’s seeing some other guy now. She met him through her job.”

My heart drops into my stomach. “What the fuck do you mean she’sseeing some other guy? What guy? When did this happen?”

The game ends and he sets his controller down on the couch cushion next to him. “Recently, I think. She called Tess a few nights ago when she was out at dinner with him.”

I stand up and walk to the other side of the room, standing in front of a wall covered with posters and framed photos of Dom. “And you’re just now telling me this?”

He belches, looking ambivalent. “What, like I owe you information about her or something? Fuck off, you guys had one shitty date.”

I could fight him right now. My blood is pumping as hard as it does when I fight opponents on the ice, and I need someone to punch.

“It wasn’t shitty!” I yell. “It was great until the last five minutes.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “What did you do in the last five minutes?”

I’ve never been one to kiss and tell. I guess this would be more like not kissing and telling, but I’m still not doing it. Dom has been pressing me for details about my date with Cam, but I’m still not budging.

I’m silent, fuming inside, and he gives me an accusatory look.

“Did you come within five minutes? Before she did? That’s what you did, isn’t it?” His face contorts into a sneer. “You blew your load too soon, you ass clown.”

Just the accusation sends me over the edge. I fly at him, shoving him off the couch. When we land on the floor, I’m on top of him. I punch him in the side and he grunts, using his leg to flip me off of him.

Neither of us will move back enough for the other to get in a hard punch, so we roll a few times, driving punches into each other’s sides.

“You were a fucking...disaster when...you met Tess,” I say, breathing hard. “Quit acting like...you were Prince fucking Charming.”

He rolls us both into a wall, making me groan as pain shoots through my left shoulder. I headbutt him as hard as I can.

“Eat shit,” he mutters, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it.

“That fucking hurts!” I growl and smack at his face.

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