“She agreed because she was worried too - worried about a model like you working for an asshole like him,” Dom says, his jaw tightening as he recalls that part of our story. “Seven months later, you caught him red-handed cheating on you. Three months into your engagement, too.”
I can see the tension in his face, the flicker of anger and protectiveness that has become familiar to me.
“After I heard you left him and were staying with Harper, I decided to try to slowly win you over. I knew you needed time to heal from what Andrew and Isabella did to you, so I waited. I thought maybe some fun, lighthearted dates and helping you with the contest would show you I was serious. That I really care about you.” His voice softens, and he pauses, searching my face like he’s trying to gauge how I’m pr
