“I’m sorry, ladies, but I have somewhere else to be,” I tell the twins once I’ve tucked my phone into my pocket.
“Oh no,” Julka pouts.
“So soon?” Violina pulls down her lips and frowns.
They’re disappointed.
Too bad.
With that, I leave the twins behind, shoot off a quick text to Aaron and head to the door.
CHAPTER 12
Dominika
Everything was too much at Ransack—the loud music, the crowded space and the eager men. I can handle the first two, but I struggle with the last one. With good reason.
I should feel guilty for pulling the,‘Jetlag is such a bitch’card, but I don’t. After bidding Claire and Kelley goodbye, I’d hopped in the back of a cab.
Surprise, surprise, I could only think of one person the entire ride back to my place. In an attempt to distract my thoughts from who Rod wasdoing, I jumped in the shower and turned the knob to the coldest setting, praying the iciness of the water would help me regain my composure. Everything was going great until I noticed his text message.
I may never have wanted to set foot at Dark Compulsion, but I’m aware of what goes on there. I was certain Rod would be balls deep inside a willing pussy by now. My mind was on overdrive—conjuring all sorts of filthy scenarios. Turns out I was wrong. I’m unwilling to admit I was relieved.
My phone chimes, pulling me away from my thoughts.
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You’re still home?
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Of course.
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Just checking. The cab is close.
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All right.
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I can’t wait to see you.
I type and delete my message three times before I have the courage to send it.
Same here.
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My anticipation climbs with every passing second—along with a feeling of longing I’ve come to make peace with over the last few months.
“Damn battle shots game,” I chastise myself.
My body ignores my scolding. It hums with excitement, yet my heart beats with trepidation. It’s as if my senses are at polar opposites of the spectrum. Just like everything else surrounding my best friend lately.
As I pace my home, Rod’s words ring in my ears.
