Page 109 of She's Like the Wind
“I need to come, Dom.”
“I know, baby. But I want to stay inside you longer…let me.”
“Yes, stay. Stay forever.”
“Promise?”
“Yes. Promise.”
He comes into my office. Closes the door behind him. “Camy isn’t my call.”
I shrug. “If Tommy wants an interior designer from the start, that’s fine.”
“Camy is his goddaughter.”
“Okay.”
Don’t let him see how much this bothers you. He doesn’t deserve to know what’s inside you. Not that he gives two shits.
“You looked ready to kill her.”
I lean in, resting my forearms on the desk. “Dom, listen loud and clear, I don’t care who’s on a project…I’ll work withanyone.”
“Even me.”
“Even you.” I clench my jaw and calm myself.
Can he see inside of me? Like he used to?
“How about dinner tonight?”
“How about not!” I throw back at him. “I don’t go out with men who are otherwise engaged. I believe cheating is more your style.”
His eyes darken, flare with anger. “You wanna talk about the past, baby? Then let’s talk.”
“No,” I whisper.
“Who is she, Dom?” My hands are shaking when I see a woman in his dorm room at Cornell, on his bed. She’s fully clothed but….
I thought we were doing the impossible, surviving a long-distance relationship. I visited him during breaks, and he’s driven through the night to see me on weekends.
I had talked about transferring from Georgia Tech to New York. I’d told him we could get a place together, and he’d told me not to do any such thing. That was the first sign.
Then he stopped calling. Ghosted me on my birthday. That was the last straw.
“What are you doing here, Luna?” he demands. He’s only in underwear. His boxers.
“I…I…it was my birthday and….” I trail off softly.
The girl on his bed looks at Dom and then at me. “Dom?”
“Who are you?” I ask her.
She arches a perfect eyebrow. She’s blonde. Stacked. Gorgeous. “I’m Dom’s girlfriend, and you?”
I close my eyes, and when I open them, the tears are hidden. “His ex.”
I walk away.
