CHAPTER SIXDominic
Dom paced the floors of his townhouse, as his gray cat Smokey weaved in and out of his feet. What in the f**k did I just see? Maybe his mind had been playing tricks on him, the alcohol combined with thinking about her earlier. There’s no way that was Hailee taking her clothes off for money. Yes, it looked like her, but the way she was dressed, or not dressed, that purple hair, and all those tattoos… That couldn’t have been her.
Hailee didn’t have tattoos, well, not as of the last time he’d seen her. And her hair was a soft, light brown color, not purple. Smokey meowed at his feet, calling for his attention. “C’mere, boy.” Picking up the furry animal, Dom’s body warmed and his worry faded. Smokey rubbed his soft head against Dom’s cheek, and kneaded on Dominic’s arm wit
