Elijah hasn't moved.
He's still sitting on the edge of the bed, heart hammering in his chest, staring at the door Dominic slammed shut behind him.
What the fuck just happened?
His body is burning. Not from anger. Not from fear.
Something else.
Something he doesn't want to name.
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Denial is a Bitch
Elijah grabs a pillow and screams into it.
No. No, no, no. This is NOT happening.
He does not feel anything when Dominic touches him.
He does not find the man's anger attractive.
And he definitely doesn't—
His face heats up.
FUCK.
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Vincent is No Help
The door suddenly swings open, and Vincent walks in like he owns the place.
Elijah jumps. "Jesus—can't you knock?!"
Vincent grins. "Nah. It's more fun to catch you off guard."
Elijah throws a pillow at his face.
Vincent dodges. "Whoa, feisty. You sure you're not mad because your little escape plan failed?"
Elijah crosses his arms. "Whatever."
Vincent chuckles. "Orrrr, are you mad because your heart did a little somersault when Dominic pinned you down?"
Elijah chokes.
"SHUT THE HELL UP."
Vincent laughs. "Oh my God, you're blushing."
"NO, I'M NOT!"
Vincent smirks, leaning against the doorframe. "Yeah? Then why does your face look like a damn tomato?"
Elijah grabs another pillow.
Vincent raises his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I'll stop." He sits on the chair across from him. "But seriously, Elijah… how long are you gonna keep pretending you don't notice?"
Elijah frowns. "Notice what?"
Vincent gives him a long, knowing look.
Then, finally, he says, "Dominic."
Elijah's stomach drops.
No. No, no, no.
That's not even a possibility.
Because Dominic Moretti doesn't like him.
…Right?
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Dominic's Dilemma
Meanwhile, Dominic is pacing in his office, jaw tight, hands clenched into fists.
Vincent's words from earlier won't leave his head.
"Should I leave you two alone?"
"You should really get a room."
Vincent had been teasing, but he wasn't wrong.
Dominic has a problem.
And that problem is Elijah Sinclair.
The smart-mouthed, stubborn little idiot who has somehow forced his way under Dominic's skin.
Dominic exhales sharply, gripping the desk.
He needs to get himself under control.
Because if he doesn't—
He's going to ruin everything.
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