Chapter Eighteen
Dominic
Fuck. What did I do? I could’ve left it as a short peck on the lips. No one would’ve said anything. But I lost control. Me. The disciplined guy who makes sure every box is checked, and everything is in order just mauled his fake wife in front of an entire room full of family.
Val’s quiet beside me, and the waiter has refilled her water glass four times now. When she excuses herself between dinner and dessert to go to the restroom, I’m relieved because all I can think about is pulling up her dress under the table and seeing how wet she is from that kiss.
I can’t even stand to look at the ring on her finger. So I dodged her all night—until everyone clanked their glasses. We didn’t have a choice. The more you deny them, the more they clink.
Ma and Pa get up from
