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I find myself still staring at the two women, silently telling them to look away before I make them. “Shit,” I murmur and push his hand off me. He’s not mine, so why am I acting like an unreasonable, possessive loon?

“They aren’t even attractive,” he says as we sit and wait for my number to be called.

“It’s none of my business,” I manage to say in a choked, dark voice.

Dominic slings his arm over the back of my chair and gently runs his fingertips over my shoulder. “Yes, Rosa, keep telling yourself that.”

I roll my eyes and try not to look at the two women again. Not successfully, though. I need to remember one thing...this is all temporary. Everything.

Once I’m out of his house, my life will be so much easier. But for now, I need to keep my distance from Dominic’s controlling yet sinfully alluring ways.

Chapter thirteen

Dominic

She’s been in my house for a week now, and other than the one time I feasted on her pussy, I haven’t touched her like that again.

And now I’m about to torture myself a little more. I knock once on her door before opening it. “Nice to see you respect boundaries,” she says as she lies on the bed, one leg propped over the other while reading on the tablet I gave her. “Can I help you?” My eyes are drawn to her long legs. “Dominic?” she says with a bite to her voice.

“Get dressed.”

Rosa sits up in bed and crosses those luscious legs under her. “Why, where are we going?”

“To one of our clubs.”

A cheeky smile pulls at her lips, her eyes widen and she nearly bounces off the bed. “As in a nightclub?”

“Yes, a night club.”

Without a moment of hesitation, she leaps over to me. “What type of music? Good music? Shit music? What? I need to know what to wear.”

“About that.” I walk out of her room and return with a large white box. I hand it to Rosa, and she looks down at it, confused. “Open it.”

She turns and places it on her bed then jimmies the lid of the box until it’s off. “Whoa.” She holds up the shoes and turns to look at me. “These are beautiful.” She turns them over in her hand to inspect them and gasps. “Jimmy Choo?” She keeps moving them around. “They’re fiery red. I love the color.”

“Yes.” I shove my hands in my pockets, stopping me from reaching out to touch her. “Ruby rose shoes for my Rosa.”

“These are covered in crystals. My God, I hate to think how much these cost.”

“Not your concern,” I reply. “There’s also a dress.” I gesture toward the box.

She takes both shoes and places them on the floor before unwrapping the dress. “No!” Rosa lifts it and holds it out in front of her. “No.” She looks to me and frowns.

“I was expecting a different reaction from you.”

“This is Chanel, Dominic.”

“I’m aware.”

“This is a little black dress, from Chanel,” she says slower.

“Yes, it is.”

“Chanel isn’t for a nightclub. It’s for,” she pauses as she searches around the room as if the room can give her answers. “It’s for the Oscars, and elegance, private planes that fly to Paris for the weekend.” She’s attempting to paint a sophisticated picture. “This isn’t for nightclubs.”

I cock a brow as I watch her grapple with the opulence I’m providing. “It’s for our nightclubs.”

“I’m not wearing this. And, if I’m being honest, I don’t think I want to wear the shoes either.”

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