CHAPTER SIXTEENDominic
Dom frowned as he rang the discolored and rusty buzzer. He’d been to this part of town only a few times, when he’d been to The Cat House. But this didn’t look like the type of place he thought that Hailee would live. He couldn’t understand. Not only was this a shitty neighborhood, like one of those areas that showed up on the nightly news, but her apartment was right above the damn strip club.
Then again, maybe he didn’t really know Hailee anymore. His focus moved to the bouquet of flowers he’d brought her. Does she still like pink carnations? Of course she does; it doesn’t mean she isn’t the same Hailee just because she looks like a rock star, a f*****g hot as hell rock star.
A familiar heat flooded his stomach. This was supposed to be a friendly date; he needed
