Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 123

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JULIAN

Everything after that moment was a blur, a smear of color and sound that my brain refused to process in any coherent order. I remember screaming. I remember the guards at the gate, their hands on my chest, pushing me back, their voices telling me to leave, that I was not welcome here.

I remember fighting against them, my fists swinging, my body straining toward the door I knew she had disappeared through, the door that had closed behind her and that bastard like a curtain falling on the last act of a play I had not known I was starring in.

Every second I spent outside that gate was another second Dominic got to do whatever he pleased with my wife. The thought was a blade twisting in my chest, sharp and hot and relentless. I could see him in my mind, his hands on her, his mouth on her, his cock inside her, and the image made me want to tear the world apart with my bare hands.

I fought until my arms ached and my lungs burned and my voice went hoarse from shouting. And eventually, the guards relented. They pulled open the gate and let Seraphine and me through, but not before snatching both my phones from my pockets and the one Seraphine had brought along. I did not care about the phones. I only cared about getting to Celeste.

But when I reached the door to the room where they had disappeared, I found it locked. Solid. Impenetrable. And there was nothing I could do but stand there on the other side, my fists pounding against the metal, my voice cracking as I called her name

over and over.

The scene I witnessed killed me.

Dominic Ford. I had never hated anyone with so much passion in my entire life. The man had a beautiful wife dying for his attention, a woman who had been crying for him, searching for him, begging for him, and he ignored her completely to go after my Celeste, luring her with five billion dollars and a partnership that had turned her head and made her forget everything we had built together.

And now I regretted not having my phones with me. I would have captured every second of Celeste’s shamelessness, would have filmed her moaning and writhing under another man, would have used it to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

But what filled me with horror more than anything else was her reaction when she saw me. No shame. No guilt. No flinching or looking away. She locked eyes with me through the square opening in the center of the door and yet she did not stop. She kept moving, kept grinding, kept taking his cock like I was nothing but a stranger she had accidentally made eye contact with on the