Page 51 of Sweetest Sin
I have no idea how any of this is going to work. For all I know, he won’t want to have anything to do with the baby. But I’ll let him make that decision.
When I arrive at the office, security is busy talking to someone about something that sounds important, so when the elevator doors open and a woman steps out, I slide in. There’s a list of offices on the inside, but none of them specify Dominick Antonov.
Hopefully, I’m in the right place.
I press the button for the top floor since it’s reserved for Antonov Enterprises Executive Business. But when I step onto the floor, the place is quiet.
I’m about to turn around and go back down when I hear voices, and then I see the nameplate on the door—Dominick Antonov, CEO.
I step closer as I consider knocking. I flew all this way, and it would be a waste of money to have to fly back without telling him about the pregnancy. I should’ve called before I came, but I was afraid he wouldn’t take my call or that I’d chicken out.
I hear a voice speak on the other side of the door, so I tiptoe over and then press my ear to the wood, praying I don’t get caught. How embarrassing would it be if he opened the door and I fell into the office?
“My father might’ve forgotten to teach me about making friends. But there’s one lesson he instilled in me at a young age. If someone is bold enough to threaten you, they’re willing to act on it. And if you knew my father the way you say you did, then you know what he did to anyone who threatened him.”
The voice is unmistakably Dominick’s, only it’s much colder than the way he spoke to me during our time together. He’s using his business voice. I heard it a few times, like when we met that gentleman for brunch in the Dominican Republic.
“I-I …” another gentleman says.
Dominick isn’t alone.
I should walk away.
Go to the hotel I booked and try to call him.
But I’ve always been too nosy for my own good.
So, I continue to listen, and what I hear makes me wish I’d never gotten on that plane. Because ignorance is bliss.
But I’m no longer ignorant.
And I can never unhear what I just heard.
The father of my baby just killed a man.
Present Day
“That was you,”Dominick says smoothly, not the least bit concerned that I overheard him murder a man.
“What was me?”
“My brother said a woman was seen in the lobby near my office that day. I told him to follow up and make sure she hadn’t witnessed anything. I assumed he’d handled it since I never heard anything about it again.”
“You killed a man.”
“I’ve killed a lot of men,” he admits. “But that man in particular was a bad man. He was trafficking women through my port and was pissed that I refused to allow it to continue.”
“What are you saying? That you’re some sort of vigilante?”
Dominick barks out a laugh. “Hardly.”
He climbs off me and moves to the corner, making himself a drink. He takes a long sip, and I can’t help but notice the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.
Now is not the time to be turned on, I remind myself.
“So, you’re a bad guy?” It’s a question, but at the same time, it’s not because I already know he’s not a good guy.
After what I heard, I freaked out and took off. He managed to get ahold of me, but I lied and said I had moved on.
