◆◆◆ Chapter 3 ◆◆◆
Two weeks. That’s how long I managed to live this double life as Ryan’s best friend by day, and Dominic’s secret lover by night.
It should have felt wrong. Instead, it felt like the first time anything had felt right in years.
Dominic texted me constantly. Sometimes the messages were filthy: a photo of his hand wrapped around his c**k, captioned “Thinking about your mouth,” or a voice note of him murmuring exactly how he planned to bend me over the nearest surface the next time we were alone. Sometimes they were ordinary photos of the coffee he’d just ordered for himself, asking what I wanted tomorrow, or a random article about workplace burnout with a simple “This made me think of you.” The contrast was intoxicating. One minute I was clenching my thighs at my desk; th
