Chapter 4
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Dominic’s Pov
My phone went off, and I pulled my hand from under the cover and took it from the nightstand.
I put my phone on my ear, answering it. “I swear it better be important,”
"Where the hell are you?” Richard’s voice barked through. “We have a meeting at 9 AM, and it is already 8:15 AM. You are not here.”
“Is it today?” I asked, removing the cover from my body and sitting up from the bed.
“Where exactly are you, so I will come get you?”
“The club downtown,” I muttered, massaging my temple as a headache started to form behind my eyes.
“Is that not where you went to meet with the investors? Dominic Backwood, are you with a woman right now?” He yelled.
“You know I can get you fired right now for that tone,” I said dryly as I turned back to glance at the bed only for me to find it empty.
She was gone.
Where did she go?
“Well, I don't care. You better get your ass ready, I am on my way,” he said before ending the call.
As much as I hate people talking to me that way and going against their work ethics, I can't fire him.
Not because he is good at his work or because it would be hard to find someone good, but because he is my fv¢king best friend.
I threw the phone on the bed and went to check the bathroom, but she wasn't there. Her things were gone except for her panties which were hanging on the light stand.
I smirked, bringing the lace panties to my nose and inhaling it.
Damn. She smells so good.
She was a different one. Who the hell shows up at a club with a wedding dress?
But she caught my attention the moment I saw her.
I wanted to see the curves under the ugly-looking dress, and I instantly knew I wanted her.
And I always get what I want.
Those curves? Just like I imagined. And I made sure last night would be unforgettable for her.
But why did she run off? I thought as I entered the bathroom.
Maybe not to seem cheap. She must have left something to enable me reach her.
They always leave something.
A number, a name, a clue.
But too bad, I don't fv¢k with a woman twice except for my personal wh*re, Becky.
But she could be another exception. I would love to have her again.
I quickly went under the shower to wash my body off last night. I stepped out of the bathroom just when my phone went off.
I groaned as I read Richard's name on the screen. I picked up Richard's call and put it against my left ear.
“I am at the front of the club. Which room are you in?”
“My suit on the second wing,” I replied before ending the call.
I went to the nightstand to take my wristwatch when I sighted a note.
I knew it. She would leave something behind.
“Hey, stranger. Thanks for last night. It was amazing but I have to run. I didn't have cash on me but I left you something you would love. Thanks for your service.”
My smile fell as I finished reading what she wrote.
What the fv¢k?
I reread the letter, making sure I didn't read it wrongly.
Who the hell does she think she is? Thanks for your service. Do I look like a p********e to her?
My fist clenched into the note in anger.
A beep came from the door before the door opened. I didn't bother because I knew it was Richard.
“Why did you use this room?” Richard asked, entering the room and dropping a bag of suits on the bed.
“Good morning, sir; I hope your night was fine, which I know it is because this room reeks of s*x, but we have less than 30 minutes to get to the meeting.”
I threw the note on the bed in anger before taking the bag to change.
“Your lady wrote you her number to find her for a repeat performance?” he teased as he reached for the notes.
“Oh,” he muttered before he burst into laughter.
“She thinks you are a p********e” he continued, laughing while I shook my head while wearing my shirt.
Angry was an understatement. I was furious. I needed to find her and let her know who the wh*re was between us.
“Wow, this is the latest Valencia Chrome Phantom,” Richard gasped, holding a car key. He turned to me, showing me the key.
“Did you sleep with the daughter of a wealthy man?”
“No, she was just a lady who came to the club in a cheap wedding dress,” I said, buttoning up my shirt and putting on my tie.
“A lady in a cheap dress can't afford this. Even an average person can't afford it,”
What is he talking about?
I frowned, walked over to him, and collected the car key from him.
It was real.
It was really a Valencia Chrome Phantom, and it was expensive.
“How the hell could she—?” I paused, confused.
“Do you know her name? Her full name? I can't look into her.”
“No,”
“Okay, but you know her first name?”
“No”
“Fine, then—,” he paused and glared at me. “Do you know anything about the woman you spent the night with?”
“She was heartbroken and her wedding was definitely called off,”
“So you know nothing about her and you slept with someone else supposed to be bride. Just great,”
I tried remembering if she told me her name but she didn't.
“Let's go. We are going to be late,” he said, giving up on trying to ask me about her. I took my jacket and we both left the room.
My mind didn't leave the note she left behind. How dare she think I was rendering her a service?
We both enjoyed the night, but somehow, she thinks I did her a favor.
“Richard," I said as we got in the car, "find out who bought this car and I want the info on my table first thing tomorrow,”
He gave me a mockery smile. “Can't get over the woman who bruised your ego?”
I glared at him to shut up but he didn't.
“I would love to meet her though, she has to be interesting,”
If there is someone who doesn't get intimidated by me, it would be Richard and sometimes I don't like it.
But first thing first, I need to find her.
And when I do, I will make her take back what she wrote.
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