The Lawyer (The Dalton Brothers 1)
Me: SO happy you came. Filming is much more fun with you around.
Charlize: Just one more month, babe. Then, we’ll only have to worry about the paparazzi and not those god-awful cameras that add ten pounds.
Me: The countdown is already happening in my head.
Charlize: At least things have been Daisy-free. That must be somewhat of a relief?
Me: The sit-down with Dominick and her team worked, I guess. But you know her silence bothers me as much as her nasty words.
Charlize: I know, but we’re focusing on the good—like the whopping hangover I woke up with this morning because of YOU. Are you not dying too?
Me: Dominick drained all the alcohol from me … in his pool.
Charlize: Slurp. I’m obsessed with that man.
Me: That makes two of us. Dinner tomorrow night? Off camera, obviously.
Charlize: We’re on, girlfriend. But first, I’m coming over to raid your closet to find something to wear. While I was there yesterday, I saw that the studio had delivered the new Gucci blazer, and I’m dying to get my hands on that sucker.
Me: It’s yours. XO
“Are you ready?”
I glanced up from my phone and joined Dominick in the doorway. “Yes, and I’m starving.”
He grabbed my ass and kissed me. “Good. Let’s go.”
I followed him to the garage and climbed into the passenger seat.
“Pancakes?” he asked.
I was already dreaming about the cinnamon roll stack I’d had there the second time I went, the cream cheese icing falling off the sides in globs. “It’s like you know me or something.”
His hand went to my thigh when he wasn’t shifting, and since he lived so close to me, the café only a block from my place, it didn’t take long before we were there. He parked in front, clasping my hand as we walked in. The hostess led us toward the back and into a booth along the wall of windows.
“Coffee?” the waitress asked as she came to our table.
“For both of us,” Dominick replied. “And some orange juice as well.”
“I’ll be right back with your drinks and to take your orders.”
I read the menu even though I already knew what I wanted. “What are you feeling?”
He sighed, crossing his hands under his chin. “You’ve got me craving all this sweet shit, so what the hell do you think?”
I giggled. I’d known I would eventually convert him. “I love that I’ve had such a profound effect on you.”
“In more ways than just food.”
Right after I leaned across the table to kiss him, the waitress delivered our drinks and took our orders, and the moment we were alone again, an alert came through my phone.
It was the specific ringtone that I feared. During most occasions, I wouldn’t immediately reach for my phone, but what followed the alert this time was an incessant dinging of texts.
From Dominick’s cell.
And mine.
“What the hell is going on?” I said, unzipping my bag. The second I saw my screen, my mouth fell open. “Oh my God.”
BREAKING NEWS:
We’ve gotten our hands on some steamy photographs. Ones that star Kendall Roy. We don’t know who the lucky costar is, but we do know she looks as good naked as she does at the club.
If you were wondering if she’s sweet or spicy under the sheets, it looks like we’ve got ourselves a jalapeño, folks.
“I’m going to be sick,” I whispered, my hands trembling as I clicked on the link.
There were pictures of me standing in the bedroom of my apartment, my back to the camera as I walked over to a man lying on my bed.
His face and body were shaded out, so he couldn’t be identified.
But I knew it was Dominick.
They weren’t so kind when it came to masking me. Although parts were blurred, I could still see the outline of my breasts, my bare ass, the dip of my hips, the arch of my back.
In the shots, I was riding Dominick; in others, he had me positioned doggy style. There were even some of me on the floor, Dominick sitting on the edge of the bed, my hands and mouth around a dark blur that I was obviously sucking.
“I’m going to fucking kill someone,” he barked, causing me to look up. “Wring their goddamn necks until they can’t take another breath.”
He was clearly looking at the same site.