Page 17 of The Don's Hidden Heir

“Excuse me. I have unfinished business.” She tries to hurry away, but stops when I grab her arm.

“Isn’t it rude to walk away? It almost feels like you’re still in love with me but trying hard to deny it.”

She draws a gasp. “I’m not in love with you. I’m just uncomfortable around you.”

Right. That is what I want, for her to be uncomfortable around me. She deserves that much punishment for discarding me the way she did.

“Were you also uncomfortable around me seven years ago?” My question thickens the air like fog.

Her expression shifts, a flicker of pain darkening her features. “Dominic, let’s not do this.”

“I decide what we do.” Anger simmers deep in my stomach. “You decided when our relationship ended. You do not get to do that now.”

“What do you want?” Her voice is a tremor. It’s shaky, clouded with emotions she’s fighting to contain.

“You.”

Her brows lift. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

The atmosphere thickens around us, and the world fades away. Even through the strained air and the pain slithering through my heart like barbed wire, there’s a part of me that is dying to hold her.

Whatever little light I have left in my soul yearns for Elena, it needs her love. And the electricity jolting through my cock doesn’t help matters. I want to rip her dress apart and make her stare over the city as I fuck her from behind.

Christ.

My emotions and sexual desires conflict with the intense hate etched on my heart.

God, this woman fucking drives me insane.

“Or maybe not,” she sputters. “I doubt we’ll be meeting again. I wouldn’t have come if I knew you’d be here.

Interesting.

She’s still as smart-mouthed as I remember her to be.I’m amazed to see she hasn’t changed one bit.

“Trust me, we will.” I didn’t plan on running into her, either, but now that I have, it’s impossible for me not to look for her now. I lean on the wall, my curiosity getting the better of me.

It’s not that I care, but I wonder how close she is to David Peterson. She doesn’t know much about the mafia or anyone in it, so chances are, she doesn’t know David’s true identity.

Or mine.

“I heard you signed a business contract with David Peterson.”

“Mind your business,” she answers sharply, “you seem to have forgotten, but you stopped being my boyfriend seven years ago. We’re strangers now.”

A chuckle rumbles in my chest. “Strangers?” It’s an insult that the only woman who’d been etched on my mind for seven years, considers me a stranger. “Should I refresh your memory on what happened that night? You left me, not the other way round.”

She’s quiet for a moment. “Don’t you want to know why I left?”

I do.

I’ve been dying to know the reason she left the way she did. But my ego gets in the way. “It’s in the past now.”

“And so is our relationship. Let’s not do this, please.”

It’s hard hearing her say such harsh words to me. They rip through me, carving a wound so deep the pain is almost physical.“Do you hate me that much?”

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