I swallowed hard and turned toward Zayne and Dom, trying to ignore the burning stares of the models behind me.
“Are you sleeping around to get things like this, Asher?” the same girl sneered, her tone sharp and bitter.
I spun around, jaw clenched, ready to snap back, but Dom gently placed a hand on my shoulder. He shook his head once, silently asking me not to engage.
He stepped forward instead. “Actually, ladies,” he began coolly, “I bought this dress from Mr. Thorne here because I liked how it looked on my girlfriend. Isn’t that right, Mr. Thorne?”
Was he really blatantly lying when he hated doing it? Zayne caught Dom’s eye and played along without missing a beat. “Yes, Mr. Wolfe did purchase the dress,” he said, his voice as smooth as velvet. “He wanted one for Miss Evans before the
