“Rod, I know you wouldn’t be sitting here if it weren’t for that man, but this is fucked up. Gideon always came across as a decent guy. This article paints him in a very different light.”
I stare down at my phone and re-read the first headline again.
‘SEX SCANDAL: GIDEON WILDING RAPED ME THEN TRIED TO PAY ME OFF TO SHUT ME UP.’
Jesus Christ.
Although the headlines are screaming at me, I honestly don’t know what to make of them.
I don’t know why, but Dom comes to mind.
“Listen, Loki, do you mind if we cut this short? I’m going to pick Dom up. If I don’t, she’ll be cross-eyed soon. I’ll call Holt while I’m waiting around for her since I’m sure she’ll beg for a few extra minutes.”
“Sure. Tell me what Holt says.”
“I will.”
“I can’t wrap my head around this.”
“Neither can I,” I admit. “We’ll talk tomorrow morning about dinner at your place. I’m sure it’s fine, but I want to confirm with Dom.”
“Sounds good.”
I leave Vego’s Lounge troubled and confused.
Only a dickless prick would force himself on a woman.
Gideon might be a lot of things, but these accusations seem unbelievable.
CHAPTER 30
Dominika
I’m glad to be home, even if I barely saw my boyfriend.
Part of the reason is work. The other part is the news he dropped in my lap on Tuesday. I know it’s ridiculous to think just because I’ve been able to mentally and emotionally move past Gideon’s assault, I could keep it a secret from Rod forever. Since we plan on spending a quiet weekend at his house, I’ll tell him the truth. Isobel and I had long chats about it for the past two evenings and she convinced me it’s best if Rod knows. She’s right. Keeping this buried any longer will cause the demise of our relationship faster than being open and honest with the man I love.
“I’m hungry,” I complain, rubbing my eyes. “And tired.”
I’ve been hunched over my iMac for so many hours, I lost count. I sent the team home hours ago. Everyone is exhausted. I guess I shouldn’t complain too much since it gave me something to focus on instead of the rattle of my nerves. I may have made the decision to tell Rod, but it still doesn’t mean I’m not scared shitless.
I head to my small kitchen to eat some food. Rod asked Marissa to order some wraps so I wouldn’t starve.
The man is so attentive.
As I walk by the reception desk, the office phone rings.
Who’s calling at this time?
Only in LA.
I pick up on the second ring.
“Upon A Star Productions. Dominika speaking. How can I help you?”
“Wrong number,” the muffled voice on the other end says. The call cuts off before I have time to respond.
This has been happening a lot lately.
