| 39 | The Show Goes On

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What is his problem? He won't even look at me.

Is he embarrassed? Still? It was just a kiss.

Well, two, actually. But that was it. Still just a kiss. I dunno why he's acting like he never wanted it to happen.

Alright. Fine. I'll pretend it didn't happen. I can act like we weren't dry humping while playing tonsil hockey in his office with the door unlocked.

Talk about risqué...

While I ignore the dull ache in my throat and stomach, my gaze flits between his rigid back and the Maserati. The car is waiting for us in the corner of the parking lot with his bodyguard standing beside the shiny hood.

I'm five steps behind Dominico, hugging my purse to my side. I keep my mouth shut and stare at the strap of his leather bag hanging over his shoulder until everything in front of me starts to blur.

Without exchanging a word, I slide into the backseat of the Maserati before Dominico joins me. The silence between us is buzzing with unresolved questions. Or perhaps I'm th