NovelEnglishChapter 87
The massive bedroom felt oddly empty with just Marissa and Dominick inside.
Watching him lying there with his eyes closed, Marissa's emotions were all over the place. For the longest time,
she'd convinced herself she was irreplaceable in Dominick's life. That feeling had only gotten stronger after his
divorce from Paisley.
But these past four years, Paisley had tried every trick in the book to push their relationship past that invisible
barrier, but nothing had worked.
Paisley had even gone as far as selling photos and videos of their meetings to paparazzi and gossip sites,
desperately trying to paint this picture of them being super close. All just to get people thinking she was
Dominick's fiancée. She'd hoped to test Dominick's reaction with those posts, too.
But to her surprise, the news had barely hit the trending topics before Vanderbilt Group's PR department
swooped in and shut it all down.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBefore Paisley showed up, Marissa could tell herself comforting little lies. Maybe Dominick was just protecting the
company's image, keeping himself off the entertainment headlines. Or maybe he just wanted to keep his private
life under wraps.
But then, Paisley cback. Marissa had to admit it. Paisley's return had thrown her completely off balance,
especially after that dig about how she still wasn't Dominick's wife after four whole years. That one stung.
Now, watching Dominick's peaceful face as he rested, Marissa knew this was her shot. Her chance to change
everything. "Dom?" she called out softly.
Dominick's eyelids fluttered but didn't open, his sleep undisturbed.
Marissa let out a quiet breath of relief and leaned forward, drawing closer to him. Her eyes traced over his
features, now just inches away, and her breathing grew heavy and uneven.
Unable to resist, Marissa reached out with trembling fingers to undo the buttons of his shirt. As she inched
closer, her crimson lips hovering over his.
In that split second, Dominick's eyes snapped open. His gaze was razor-sharp, almost predatory, the kind of
instinctive alertness that kicks in when danger lurks nearby.
Marissa froze, her lips just inches from his face. Their eyes met, and she felt a chill run down her spine at the
fierce intensity in his stare. Her fingers stayed frozen mid-button, her whole body going rigid.
Only when recognition flickered across Dominick's face did that dangerous edge fade from his eyes. "Marissa?"
His voice cout rough and low, still heavy with alcohol.
Marissa snapped back to reality at the sound of Dominick's voice. She quickly straightened up, caught off guard.
He had been dead asleep just seconds ago, after all.
"You had too much to drink," Marissa said, keeping her voice steady as she flashed her usual polished smile. "I
stayed to keep an eye on you."
Dominick sat up, feeling a cool draft across his chest. Looking down, he realized half the buttons on his dress
shirt were already undone.
"I... | just wanted to help you change," Marissa explained smoothly, her face a perfect mask of innocence. "Your
shirt reeks of alcohol."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMarissa was playing it cool, like she was just being helpful, nothing more, nothing less.
Dominick started rebuttoning his shirt, one by one. "Go get srest," he said. "I'm fine." His voice cout
soft, clearly still tipsy. He was barely keeping it together enough to talk to her.
"Con, Dom. We're family," Marissa pressed, not backing down. "Of course | should stay and take care of
you."
The truth was that Marissa noticed how deeply he was sleeping and figured he couldn't do anything to her. Her
real plan was to snap scozy photos and send them to Paisley.
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