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“You’re right,” he says quietly. I feel bad using that sadness to stop one of my friends from asking more about the situation, but I don’t know what else I’m supposed to say. I truly am out of my league here. “Okay, then, you have a photoshoot with Yvette Sanchez for her new collection today, and tonight is the launch party for the influencer launch. Tomorrow is the public launch of the collection online, and you will be doing a live display of some of her products for the launch before flying home.”
Dom doesn’t ask again about Alessandro.
The stress of today and the mountain of attention that the article has produced means I may have indulged in the champagne a little more than I should have, and I need Domingo’s help to stagger back to my bed.
“Here you go, princess, your room awaits.” Domingo giggles as we both stagger into my suite wrapped around each other.
“I love you, Dom. You’ve always been there for me, and I hate that I can’t tell you what’s going on,” I confess to him.
“I love you, too, babe,” he says, placing a tender kiss on my cheek. “And when the time is right, I’ll be here waiting for you.”
“Is that so?” a male voice states angrily in my room.
I scream as I blink furiously.
No.
He can’t be here in Paris, standing in my room looking like he is moments away from ripping Domingo off me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
Alessandro’s eyes stop on Domingo before turning back on me. “I came to surprise my wife, yet it seems like I’m the one who is surprised,” he states, raising an arched brow at me.
Huh?
“It’s not what you think,” Domingo answers.
“Really? Because I just watched a man bring my wife back to her room, alone, with his arms around her, declaring his love while telling her he will wait for her. Am I wrong?” Alessandro asks.
Domingo and I look at each other, and I burst out laughing which promptly starts Domingo laughing as an angry Alessandro stares at the two of us like we have lost our minds.
“I’m going to leave you with all that,” Domingo says, waving his hand toward Alessandro, “while I browse Grindr for a hot Frenchie. I’ll see you in the morning.” He grins, placing a kiss on my cheek before turning toward Alessandro. “Congrats on the wedding,” he says before leaving the hotel room.
The door shuts, and the next thing I know, my legs are propelling me toward Alessandro as my anger bubbles through my veins. “What the hell are you doing here? How dare you come into my room without my permission. How did you get in here? I don’t appreciate you rocking on up and interrupting my business trip,” I scream at him as I repeatedly poke him in the chest, delivering a sense of déjà vu to me.
“You mean interrupting your hook-up,” he snarls back, raking his hand through his hair as he glares at me.
“Hook-up? Who the hell am I hooking up with?” I yell, poking him.
“Stop fucking poking me. Why do you always have to poke me,” he grumbles.
“Because you aren’t listening to me,” I say. “Poke, poke, fucking poke.” I push my finger harder into his chest.
Those green eyes flare as his hand reaches out and wraps around my wrist, and the next thing I know, he’s flipping me. I scream as my back hits the soft duvet of my bed, and I bounce against him before my body settles into the mattress. Alessandro looms over me with his hands on either side of my head. The room is spinning, and I am hoping it is from too many glasses of champagne and not from him.
“What the hell,” I scream as my hand pushes at the wall of muscle above me.
“I said stop fucking poking me.” He sneers through gritted teeth.
“Get off me,” I yell, slapping at his chest.
“No,” he says, glaring at me. “Not until you tell me who that man was.”
I still.
“You seriously think I’m hooking up with Dom?” I say, bursting out laughing.
Alessandro frowns. “I don’t give a shit what his name is, but I don’t appreciate my wife bringing men back to her suite.”
