Page 32 of Selfish Suit

“Me too.” I pause, thinking I heard the elevator chime on the other side of the door, but it can’t be.

It can’t be…

“I’ve always thought you were a go-getter,” Nolan says. “And you’ve always had the most creative mind I’ve ever known. There’s even?—”

He stops talking as the front door swings open, as Dominic strolls inside, still wearing the custom navy blue suit.

“Um, who are you?” Nolan asks.

Dominic doesn’t answer. He just clenches his jaw while glaring at me.

“Babe?” Nolan sets down his glass. “Who is the guy walking into your place like he thinks he owns it?”

“Like I think I own it?” Dominic asks. “Is that what you just said?”

“He’s my roommate.” I shoot Dominic aplease help me outlook. “He’s part of the, uh, huge intern-plus-executive-office-share program I mentioned to you.”

“Ohhh.” Nolan nods. “Oh, okay.”

“Yeah, okay.” Dominic keeps his eyes on me. “Can I speak to you in private for a second, roommate?”

“Excuse me…” I barely manage to Nolan, and I follow Dominic down the hall and into his parlor room.

He shuts the door behind us, and I can literally feel the heat rolling off his body in waves.

“So,” he says through gritted teeth, “you cut your apartment search early today to come home and fuck another man in my condo?”

“No. We weren’t even supposed to come up here, but?—”

“You have two minutes to get him the hell out of my place, and then I’ll deal with you after that.”

“Dominic, listen.”

“Two fucking minutes.” He dismisses me with nothing more, and I return to the living room.

“Everything alright, babe?” Nolan asks.

“No,” I say. “And I need you to stop calling me ‘babe,’ when we’re on a break that never seems to end. I’ll have to talk to you some other day.”

“Well, that’s fine.” He shrugs. “I was only trying to see you to say that I think this latest break has been good for us, and I miss you, but I’m not quite ready to get back together.”

“So why did you make such a big deal out of wanting to see me?”

“I wanted to see where you are—like in life. To see if you’re leveling up like I’m leveling up,” he says. “And it looks like you’re finally getting my vision, and I think with another six months, we’ll be good so…”

He steps forward and presses an unwanted kiss on my cheek. “Don’t give away what’s mine and don’t let anyone else touch you, okay?”

I’m juggling far too many emotions right now to even respond to that.

“I’ll call you tomorrow to see if you want to have one final lunch before we set a new break check-in date. We’re not over just yet, right?”

I don’t answer that. I just walk him to the door and into the hallway for the elevator.

I resist giving him a hug when he holds out his arms, stepping back and serving him a fake smile instead. When the doors close and take him away, I let out a breath and return to the condo.

The moment I step inside, Dominic grabs me by the waist and pushes me against the wall, his eyes heated. “Help me understand why you had the audacity to bring another man into my condo. Now.”

“I’m not allowed to have guests?” I try to soften the mood, but he tightens his grip.

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