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Chapter Seventy-Six: The Line Blurs

Author: Hallie Hart
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-18 03:34:50

Dominic’s POV

I couldn’t stay away.

I told myself I wouldn’t go to her. That after I left her apartment, I’d get in my car, drive back to my penthouse, pour a glass of something strong, and remind myself why this was a bad idea. Why Amelia Carter was the one line I could never afford to cross.

But logic meant shit when it came to her.

Every mile that stretched between us felt like a weight pressing on my chest. Every breath without her in the room felt too fucking loud. Too empty. I tried drowning myself in work. Emails. Contracts. Anything to distract myself from the way her voice still echoed in my head, from the taste of her still clinging to my mouth.

It didn’t work.

It never fucking worked.

I stared out the window of my office as the city bled into night, the lights of Manhattan flickering like a thousand untouchable stars. Somewhere out there, she was probably curled up in bed, sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of the war I was fighting inside my own head.

I should’ve stay
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