Page 65 of Sweet Dominion

You can’t keep doing that, girl. She is his past. Move on.

“Anyway, let’s get away from here, before they try to kidnap you from me.” Lei had us step up to the large, double blue doors and they opened on their own, displaying the grand foyer that was the size of two huge rooms for absolutely no damn reason.

Yet, the space was breathtaking—high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers that sparkled like captured starlight. The floor was a polished blue marble. Rich tapestries hung on the walls, depicting serene coastal scenes that complemented the view outside.

Unlike Lotus Blossom or the Palace, it felt more like a relaxing vacation home.

As we moved further into the mansion, I couldn't help but replay Lei's words about Chanel in my head.

The idea that I was somehow different, that I was being welcomed in a way that no other woman had been, filled me with pride.

But beneath that pride, a darker emotion still simmered; jealousy. It was ridiculous, really.

Chanel was part of Lei's past and she was gone now.

Yet, I couldn't shake the sting of knowing she had been here, in this beautiful place, with him. And even more, I couldn’t stop wanting to compete with this ghost from his past.

Why do we get jealous? I hate it.

It was such an annoying emotion, born from insecurity and fear.

Completely irrational.

Petty even.

I wished I could be the type of woman who never got jealous, who could rise above such base emotions. But here I was, feeling the burn of jealousy over a woman who wasn't even alive anymore.

I wanted to be better than that.

I wanted to be someone who could hear about Lei's past and feel nothing but understanding.

Who cares? Let it go.

As we continued walking, I glanced at Lei.

He was deep in thought, his jaw set in a way that told me he was also dealing with his own emotions.

What’s on his mind?

I didn’t even dare consider the fact that he might be thinking about her.

Instead, I took a deep breath and calmed the turmoil inside me. While jealousy was a natural part of being human, I wouldn't let it define me or my actions.

Fuck you, jealousy.

We walked on and the foyer opened into a large living area with expansive windows that offered a panoramic view of the ocean. The furniture was elegant yet comfortable, with plush sofas and chairs probably arranged to encourage relaxation and conversation. Surely, my ladies-in-waiting agreed because they lounged there with Duck, Chen and Hu hanging on to their every word.

I had to hold back my grin as I whispered to Lei, “I don’t know which two it will be, but. . .somebody is going to be fucking by the end of this month.”

Lei took them in. “My bet’s on Hu. He’s silent, but we have a nickname for him.”

“What is it?”

“The Vagina Sniper.”

I frowned. “No.”

“Yes.” Lei shrugged. “Once Hu wants a woman in his bed, he gets her fast.”

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