Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

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But this was his fault. All of it. If he hadn’t abandoned me, if he hadn’t denied me, if he hadn’t left me with no other options, I wouldn’t have had to degrade myself like this.

Tomorrow. I’ll see him tomorrow. And it will all be worth it.

I drove home in a daze. Showered until the water ran cold. Brushed my teeth three times. Ignored the pain in my ass, my scalp, my mouth, my sore pussy.

Each time I thought about seeing Dominic tomorrow, my heart raced.

I missed him. God, I missed him.

I missed the way he held me. The way he touched me. The way he made love to me, like I was

something precious. I missed the way he smelled. The way he laughed. The way he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world.

I hadn’t realized how much I needed him until he was gone.

Tomorrow. Everything changes tomorrow.

My alarm went off at five AM.

I was out of bed before it finished ringing. I showered again. Did my hair. Put on my best dress, the one Dominic used to love, emerald green that hugged my curves and made my skin glow. Heeled shoes. Red lipstick.

I ate breakfast even though I wasn’t hungry. Checked my reflection twelve times. At six-thirty, I grabbed my keys and drove.

The club was called The Den. I parked outside at exactly seven.

Sparrow wasn’t there.

I waited. Checked my phone. Checked the entrance. Checked my phone again.

Seven-fifteen. Seven-thirty. Eight.

Oh God. He tricked me. He lied. He took what he wanted and he lied.

I walked up to the entrance, found one of the bouncers, asked where Sparrow was.

“He’ll show up. Be patient.”

I paced. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I had let that man do things to me, degrading things, and he

had lied.

At eight-thirty, a black car pulled into the lot.

Sparrow stepped out, smiling.

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“You said seven,” I snapped.

“I did show up, didn’t I?” He gestured. “Let’s go. We don’t have much time.”

I got into my car. He told me to follow him. I drove behind his car through the morning traffic until we arrived at a restaurant that looked like it belonged in a magazine.

The front gate had a sign: Members Only.

He gestured to me, and I parked my car on the street and quietly got into his passenger seat.

He pulled up to the entrance, rolled down his window, flashed a card. The guard nodded. The gate opened.

He parked inside the lot.

The restaurant grounds were quiet. Deserted. No other cars, no staff moving around, nothing.

“Are you sure he’s here?” I asked.

“I know who Dominic Ford is. He probably paid the restaurant to clear the entire area for his meeting. Just be patient. You’ll see him soon.”

My heart hammered.

“Don’t rush over and ruin the moment. If you disturb his meeting, he might get upset. And that could

affect me.”

“Dominic is my husband. He just has to see me. He won’t get upset.”

I was confident, but my hands were shaking.

And then I saw him.

He walked out of the restaurant, his side to me, a phone pressed to his ear. He was wearing a white shirt and dark green trousers, polished shoes that caught the morning light. Everything about him screamed luxury. Power. The man I married.

I opened the car door before Sparrow could stop me. I stepped out.

Dominic. My Dominic. After all this time.

I called his name.

He turned.

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