Page 189 of Sweet Dominion

A chill hit me.

I swallowed and did my best to shove it away. No good could come from trying to think about what he would be doing next. When dealing with him, the smartest thing to do would be just to enjoy the moment.

I won’t let my father ruin this cookout by thinking about him.

So I simply watched Dima and Rose dance which was the best distraction I could have ever asked for.

Does she know that he will not sit down until Michael Jackson is over?

And just like that, Dima swiftly turned on the balls of his feet, doing his very bad imitation of Michael Jackson's signature spin.

Shock covered Rose’s face.

I snickered.

Dima grabbed Rose’s hand and spun her hand superfast.

She shrieked.

While Dima was no professional dancer, his sheer enthusiasm more than compensated for his lack of skills. He let go of Rose’shand, did several sways of his hips, snapped his fingers three times, and attempted by far the worst moonwalk that I’d ever seen in my entire life.

I grinned.

Still, can’t do it?

Rose doubled over with laughter.

I didn’t know why, but Barbara Whiskers watched him the way a regular cat would stare at a dangling line of yarn. Those eyes were wide and head alert while her tail swished back and forth. I wasn’t sure if the cat was confused or captivated.

DJ Hendrix transitioned intoShape of Youby Ed Sheeran and Dima immediately turned to the DJ and glared at him in disgust.

Uh oh.

I quirked my brows.

Dima signaled for his men.

“No!” Rose chuckled. “Leave the DJ alone!”

I deepened my grin so much that my cheeks hurt.

God, I forgot how much fun Dima is. We need to hang out more.

Moni nudged me with her elbow. “Are you having a good time, baby?”

Grinning even more than humanly possible, I turned to her and my heart swelled. “I’m having thebesttime. Ever.”

“Good.”

“Maybe, we will do another cookout.”

She shrieked, “I don’t know about that, Lei.”

“This is fun. Like. . .really fucking fun.” I checked Dima again and it looked like somehow Rose had gotten him to sit down.

Granted, he still appeared very fucking pissed and his men continued to walk over to DJ Hendrix and have a very serious conversation.

“Yeah.” I turned back to Moni. “This is fun. I never. . .”

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