I spun around on my heels, rage emanating beneath my skin as I faced Andrew. “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped.
He smirks, clearly pleased with himself. He had me right where he wanted me - and he knew it.
My heart pounds against my ribcage, each beat louder than the last. I needed to know what was in that article. Whatever it was, it had people staring at me all morning - at Dom’s company, no less. The company I worked for. My job. My reputation.
“Bella saw you at Club Krasher… with Dominic Wolfe,” Andrew says with a venomous edge. “She caught you two dancing. Real close. Real intimate. Could be taken the wrong way.” He leans in, smug. “She says you’re sleeping with him.”
My heart plummets. Had Bella been at the club that night? How? That place had been packed - dark, l
