Chapter 7: A Dangerous Reunion
“Amanda, what are you doing here?” Roman’s voice dripped with surprise as his hand brushed against my arm. I turned, forcing a smile, then glanced at him, then at Evelyn, who clung to his side like a blood sucking leech.
“I could ask you the same,” I shot back, my voice cool. He was supposed to be suspended pending investigation into his fraud case, yet here he was, mingling at his boss’s birthday party like nothing had happened.
I scanned the room. The celebration was absurdly lavish, with diamond chandeliers, champagne fountains, and a string quartet playing in the corner, but it didn’t match the scene of Roman under investigation. His coworkers watched him with stolen glances, the whispers barely concealed.
Roman, however, played the part of the charmer, unaffected, wearing his mask of
confidence.
“So,” he said, his tone too casual, “did you come to crash the party, or were you actually invited?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Unlike some people, I don’t have to force my way into places I’m not
welcome.”
Evelyn bristled, her fingers digging into Roman’s arm. “Amanda, you don’t know the full story,” she said, voice dripping with sweetness, but her eyes sharp.
“Oh, don’t I?” I folded my arms. “I know enough. Like how Roman’s under investigation for fraud but thinks it’s okay to show up here, champagne in hand. Trying to convince everyone of your innocence, are we?”
Roman’s smile faltered, just for a moment. “I’m innocent until proven guilty,” he muttered, his voice dropping.
“For now.”
His expression twisted, anger bubbling beneath the surface, but he quickly masked it with that familiar arrogant smirk.
“Well, enough about that,” he said, eyeing me up and down like I was something he could still claim. “Why are you here?”
I smirked and let my hand casually fall to my face, brushing my hair behind my ear, intentionally revealing the ring on my finger. “I’m here with my husband,” I said, watching their eyes widen in disbelief.
“Which husband?” Roman asked, voice rising with suspicion.
Before I could respond, an arm slid around my waist. I tensed, but then I smelled his scent. Dom.
“Baby, what’s keeping you…” Dom’s voice was smooth, and he leaned down to kiss me. I froze for a moment, but then I kissed him back, feeling the heat rise. When he finally pulled away, I glanced at my ex and his wife, both looking like they’d just seen a ghost. Roman’s
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“This is my ex–husband, Roman,” I said casually. “And his wife, but I seem to have forgotten her name.”
Evelyn gasped, her face going pale.
Dom turned to Roman, his eyes cold. “You must be the one who led me to my little firefly,” he said, pulling me closer, and a shiver ran down my spine. Why did I love it when he called me that?
Roman stared, stunned. “Amanda, what is this? A joke?”
I met his gaze with barely contained disgust, pressing my hand against Dom’s chest to keep him calm. “What do you mean, Mr. Randall? I don’t understand.”
Roman took a step toward me, hand reaching out to touch me. But before he could, Dom was there, twisting Roman’s wrist with a force that made him cry out.
“Don’t. Ever. Touch. My. Wife,” Dom growled, his voice like steel, and all eyes in the room snapped to us. Evelyn went ghostly white.
Roman, barely recovering, sneered. “Amanda, you’re making a big mistake. Do you know who this man is? Do you know what he’s capable of?”
But Dom shoved him, and Roman hit the floor with a loud thud.
I turned to Dom, tugging his hand. “Let’s go, Dom. Now.”
We left the chaos behind, but in the car, the air was thick with tension. Dom looked like he
might snap.
As we entered our home, I whirled around to face him. “What’s going on, Domenic? Why are you so worked up…” Before I could finish, he slammed his lips against mine, kissing me with such intensity I forgot everything around us.
When he pulled away, his words cut through the haze. “You belong to me. Not to him.”
I blinked. “What do you mean?”
He growled, frustration evident in his voice. “I hated the way he looked at you. Like he still thought he had a claim on you. You belong to me.”
And just like that, I understood. My hand reached around his neck, calming him. “I belong to you,” I whispered.
He lifted me into his arms and kissed me again, his desire palpable. “I need to touch you, Amanda. I’m going mad,” he growled.
I nodded, my body aching for him. He didn’t need to be told twice.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, my body sore in all the right ways. I didn’t regret a single moment of it. He had mastered me, and I was his.
I went into the kitchen, making coffee, when the TV caught my attention. “Breaking news: Roman Randall, a partner at Harrison & Co., has been found guilty of fraud and embezzlement. He has been sentenced to 12 years in federal prison. Randall has been granted one week to prepare before reporting to prison, during which time he will be
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He lifted me into his arms and kissed me again, his desire palpable. “I need to touch you, Amanda. I’m going mad,” he growled.
I nodded, my body aching for him. He didn’t need to be told twice.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, my body sore in all the right ways. I didn’t regret a single moment of it. He had mastered me, and I was his.
I went into the kitchen, making coffee, when the TV caught my attention. “Breaking news: Roman Randall, a partner at Harrison & Co., has been found guilty of fraud and embezzlement. He has been sentenced to 12 years in federal prison. Randall has been granted one week to prepare before reporting to prison, during which time he will be
monitored with an electronic ankle bracelet,” the reporter announced.
I stared at the screen, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I should have felt elated, but instead, I felt… numb. Yes, he got what he deserved. Yet, there was no overwhelming joy, just an unsettling emptiness. I turned away from the television and made my way upstairs, flopping onto the bed.
Tears came unexpectedly. Why was I crying? I couldn’t explain it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want this, I did… but seeing it happen in reality was different.
I don’t know how long I lay there, lost in my thoughts, but the doorbell broke the silence. Groggily, I got up and trudged downstairs. When I opened the door, my breath caught in shock. A gun clicked, cold metal pressed to my head.
“Vou little bitch” the voice snarled.
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