RUBY'S POV
If I was being honest with myself, seeing Dominic standing in my living room felt surreal, like I was stuck in some fever dream. What was he doing here? Why was he always turning up where I least expected? Deep down, a warmth bloomed—was it happiness? No, I fought against it. This man was chaos in human form, and I didn’t have time for that.
But I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering over him. He wasn’t in one of his usual tailored suits. Instead, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a brown country club tee, with matching brown sneakers. His long black hair was tied back into a sleek braid that ran down his back.
Casual Dominic was new to me. He looked more approachable, less imposing. And that made him even more dangerous.
He caught me staring and cleared his throat, pullin
