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I exhale loudly, wishing I could dish the news over the phone. But I can’t. I have a party to return to. “It’s anything but fun. How’s it going with Lucas?”

“Luckily, he is not being too naughty. Have fun and don’t worry about us, okay?”

“Alright. Thank you.”

“Have fun, Mommy. I love you,” Lucas shouts in the background.

I laugh. “Have fun with Aunt Moira. Mommy loves you too.” I blow kisses to the phone. My smile doesn’t fade for a while after I hang up, and my chest is less heavy now, as if a weight had just been lifted from it.

Talking to Lucas and Moira lifts my mood each time.

“Fancy meeting you again!”

I freeze at the deep gruff of his voice, the Italian accent turning my blood to ice.

It can’t be him. I must be mistaken.

When I spin around, dark brown eyes bore into mine with so much intensity it makes my heart skip. “Dominic,” I mutter, my voice a bare whisper.

Sparks of tension ignite the air, bringing the world to stop around us.

His gaze devours me completely. “Elena,” he says my name, his voice a low velvety sound that sends shivers down my spine. “You look breathtaking tonight.”

Chapter Five

Dominic

I’m thrown back to the night we first met.

Her face glowing under the moonlight. Her eyes sparkling in a way that captures and intoxicates me completely. She’s wearing a strapless sapphire dress which glistens like a diamond when it’s directly under the glow of sunlight.

She’s beautiful.

The sharp palpitations in my chest and the throbbing in my cock testifies to that. I can’t peel my eyes off her, not for a moment. She’s too intoxicating for me to, and I don’t even try.

When I saw her walk into the gala room two hours ago, I’d come close to losing every fiber of self-control in me. I’d seen her look at me, and it had been a struggle not to watch her like I would watch the sunset.

This woman standing in front of me, gazing at me with her shimmering hazel eyes, is beautiful. I hate her, but I’ve missed her even more. And I hate myself for it.

She’d abandoned me without a second thought. There’s no reason for my heart to be pounding this much around her. Yet, I can’t control my own emotions.

Her eyes sparkle as they tear up. I can’t tell if she’s upset at seeing me, or if she’s happy. I don’t care which it is. I have every intention of tormenting her tonight.

“You’re look breathtaking,” I repeat, just in case she didn’t hear me the first time.

I notice her lips tremble and her throat moves as she swallows hard. “Thank you.” She wrenches her gaze away, staring at something in the sky. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Neither did I.”

After dinner with Marcus two nights ago, I’d decided to come to this gala for only one reason, and that was to see David Peterson. To teach him a lesson or two about why he shouldn’t be sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.

But when I saw him lead Elena away with a sly smile smeared on his face, I knew it was a warning. He must’ve known I wouldn’t let a subtle attack slide, and that I would find him.

I’m not sure of the reason he invited her here, but I assume it has something to do with him warning me to keep my distance.

Foolish man.

He must think I still feel something for Elena. An emotion caged away somewhere in the chambers of my heart. If only he knew the truth, that my heart only beats to get revenge for my parents, and to dominate this city.

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