I Played His Lover’s Husband Chapter 06
I strode out in my heels and slammed Dominic’s car door shut.
Dominic was looking at his phone.
On the screen were the promotional photos that had just been taken of me.
This lunatic had ordered the photographer to delete every single shot, yet secretly saved a copy for himself.
Unbelievable.
I frowned and reached for a cigarette, only to come up with a lollipop.
Rhett was on a mission to get me to quit-kept stuffing candy into my pockets every day, claiming smoking
was wrecking my health.
I slipped the lollipop into my mouth.
Sweetness spread slowly across my tongue, smoothing out my irritation for no reason at all, like a tiny warm
iron pressing wrinkles flat.
I was done playing games with Dominic.
“Did you read the file I gave you?”
He actually zoomed in on the photo, as if the idea of an old woman like me serving as an in-house model
was some kind of joke.
“So you’re quitting smoking now?”
I ignored him. “That was a termination agreement. Sign it.”
The hand fiddling with the photos finally paused.
He looked up at me, clearly amused. There was also a teasing glint in his eyes.
“All this over a plaything? Is she really worth the tantrum?”
I frowned. “Who you fool around with is none of my business.”
“I just want out. Now.”
He arched a brow. “Oh? And why’s that?”
I told him the truth. “The boy I’m seeing is getting clingy. He wants a proper status.”
Dominic let out a low laugh, as though he genuinely found me amusing.
“Your acting’s improved.”
Back then, his arrogant confidence in being loved would have humiliated and enraged me.
But now that I’d let go, I felt… nothing.
My phone buzzed nonstop in my pocket. Rhett.
He’d be losing his mind with jealousy right about now, knowing I was alone with Dominic.
So I added, “Any issues with the agreement, talk to my lawyer,” and reached for the door.
It didn’t budge.
I frowned and turned back.
Dominic had already leaned over, trapping me between his body and the seat.
He was so close that the woody scent clinging to him wrapped around me aggressively from all directions.
A vein pulsed at my temple.
“What the hell do you want, Dominic?”
Something cool settled against my wrist.
I looked down. An emerald bracelet-the kind I’d only seen in the news, worth ten millions.
“Anything that cheap looks out of place on you.”
“This… is barely passable.”
I looked up and met Dominic’s gaze.
The corners of his eyes lifted slightly.
There it was-that devastating charm of his, equal parts tender and cruel, a lazy smile playing at his lips.
“Happy birthday, Estelle.”