Entanglement: Falling for Dad's Bestfriend
Isabella Romano's idyllic existence falls apart in just one week. Her engagement and career have been ruined, and the only place she can go is to her father's construction business. Finding herself in front of Dominic Castellano, her dad's business partner, best friend, and the man she's desired since she was eighteen, is the last thing she expects.
For years, Dom has avoided contact with Vincent's daughter. She is everything he shouldn't want, off-limits, and prohibited. His good intentions, however, are immediately dashed when she arrives, broken and desperate.
A single touch triggers another. An uncontrollable fire is started by a single kiss.
With a hunger that had been growing for years, he forced her against the office wall and framed her face with his rough hands before snatching her mouth. "This is insane," he growled against her lips while his fingers entangled themselves in her hair.
"Then stop," she said softly.
No, he couldn't. He couldn't, God forbid him.
As he raised her, plans strewn across the floor, her legs encircled his waist. It was everything he had denied himself: the taste of her, the sensation of her gentle curves on his.
She gasped as his lips touched the tender region on her neck. "Dom," she said. "Please—"
“Dom? "You in there?" The door opened and Vincent's voice roared in.
Both of them froze
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Chapter: Chapter 4Dom has been dodging me for three damn days.Three days of him scheduling things just so — he’d vanish before I got there, always. Three days my texts rotted unread, calls dumped to voicemail like they were some ugly secret. Three days watching him act like I was air at that construction site where I’d ended up helping Dad with god awful invoices.I’ve never been one for being blanked.So now here I was car parked out front of Castellano Construction, 8 PM, staring at those stupid office lights and clocking which of Dom’s guys were still around. His truck squatted in the lot he was in there, probably elbow-deep in blueprints, pretending to be so buried he couldn’t think about me. Hoping I’d slink off, all wounded pride.No chance.Last guy shuffled off around 8:30 I waited, chewing my nail to the quick. Ten more minutes. Then I was out, checking the side entrance. Locked, yeah, but the fake rock still held the spare key, same as always. Some things don’t shift, no matter what.Insi
Last Updated: 2025-07-14
Chapter: Chapter 3Not much has changed with the Rusty Anchor. Sticky flooring, flashing neon signs, and inebriated construction workers numbing their sorrows with cheap whiskey are all still present. A great spot to vanish. I've been drinking Irish whiskey by the glass and attempting to block out the private investigator's statements for the past two hours. non-publicity-loving silent partners. What is meant by that? Could Dad be up to something? Is Dom here? I can't stop thinking about Dom's face when he almost kissed me, which is much worse. The warmth in his gaze. Again, my phone buzzes. Papa. Number six message: Where are you? I'm beginning to worry. I don't pay attention. “An additional round?” The bartender, who is Tommy?, gives me a look that is a mix of sympathy and worry. “Why not?” I proudly give him my glass while speaking in a barely audible slur. "There isn't really anywhere better for me to be." My cell phone rings. Father once more. I put it on voicemail, and it i
Last Updated: 2025-07-14
Chapter: Chapter 2 Three hours later, sitting in Dad’s office, I can still feel the ghost of Dom’s skin under my fingers. His eyes? They were full of hunger. The sparks between us are burning. "Gratitude, Dad." I use my fork to gently prod my chicken parmesan, my appetite long gone. "It's going great." My seat is right across from Dom's. He is obviously nervous as he concentrates on his meal, and a black button-down shirt covers his injured shoulder. He can tell if I'm not looking by the way his eyes shift to me. I watch as he hacks into his food, his forearm flexing and his jaw clenching as though he's crushing down every idea. As he begins to eat his meal, Dad responds with a smile, "So tell me about the surprise visit." As far as I knew, you were doing well in New York. It is here. Debating how much to reveal, I hesitate, but Dom is of no assistance. He seems absorbed on his plate as if it were about to reveal a secret to him. “I quit my job. And I ended things with Marcus. Dad's plate clat
Last Updated: 2025-07-14
Chapter: Chapter 1With only a duffel bag and the crushing weight of my stunning failure, I found myself alone in the driveway of my boyhood home when the taxi's engine quit. Three days ago I was Isabella Romano, a Wall Street analyst with a view of the corner office and an engagement ring that was worth more than the yearly pay of most individuals. Once again, I'm just Izzy, in financial disaster and embarrassment, creeping home like some pathetic cliché. My phone buzzed for what feels like the hundredth time today. An additional blocked number. Another vulture reporter, no doubt, keen to comment on the insider trading case that ruined my career. Although I was plainly too innocent to see the trap my own fiancé was laying for me, I was ironically too honest to be a part of the scheme that caused half of my company to fail. I can't get the irony out of my mouth. *Former fiancé* I can't stop thinking about it. In Manhattan, I saw Marcus tangled with my supposed best friend, Sarah, in the
Last Updated: 2025-07-14
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