*Dominics POV*
Two hours. They’ve been here for two hours rummaging around her apartment looking for any clues and finding nothing.
They’ve asked countless questions, wanted my undivided attention, but I was getting fed up quickly.
“Let’s go over this one more time, Mr. Blackstone. So, you were indeed having an affair with Ms. Carlyle while in a relationship with, uh,” he flipped a few pages in his notepad, “Ms. Jasmine Greenwood?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out an exasperated sigh, “For the 14th time tonight, yes. Okay? I was f*****g her on the side. It was an unhappy relationship and Genevieve...she,” I sighed, “She turned on the fücking Sun for me.”
I hadn’t realized I’d been in the dark for so long before I met her. I was stuck in a f*****g routine, a never-ending nig
