All Chapters of His Games, Her Rules: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

ROBYN“Do you think I should be worried?” I ask Dominique as we reach the bottom of the spiral staircase that leads to the rooftop restaurant. It’s the exact same spot where Camilla had her rehearsal dinner.I can hear the joyful chatter and carefree laughter from the rooftop restaurant even before we see them.For some reason, I feel nervous.I’ve never been the nervous type. But last night, I ran out of Camilla’s wedding reception like someone who’d seen a ghost, and even though they’ll likely be polite about it, they’ve clearly discussed it among themselves, wondering why good ol’ Robyn ran out like she was high on meth.Fuck.Dominique’s grip tightens around my wrist, almost as if he can hear my thoughts—or feel the worry slowly creeping beneath my skin—as he leads me up the stairs.“If you’re worried about my family throwing questions at you about what happened last night, they won’t.” His voice is calm, certain. “I already handled it.”“You did?” I ask, unable to hide the surpri

For one stupid second, nobody says anything.Then the amusement around the table registers all at once.Every eye seems to be on us.Great.I blush harder, my cheeks already hurting from how much I’ve been smiling since Dominique decided it was a good idea to fucking tease me.I drop my gaze to my plate, grabbing my glass of orange juice and bringing it to my lips for a sip, an attempt to hide how embarrassed I am right now.Especially since everyone apparently finds us interesting enough to abandon their conversations and watch us instead, amused smiles on their faces.Except Aimee.The bitch is practically seething on the other side of the table.Jealousy definitely doesn’t look good on her.Beside me, Dominique looks completely composed.“It seemed like you two needed a room. If you want, we could all leave. Give you that privacy you seriously need,” Leonardo adds, leaning forward with a grin.Laughter erupts around the table.“Shut up, Leo,” Dominique says, not bothering to look a

DOMINIQUE There. The one question that’s been sitting at the back of my mind for all these years, finally out in the open. “I need to know.” My fingers tighten around the chair. “I think you owe your kids that much. An explanation. An answer. Anything.” There’s a long beat. Carlotta’s lips tremble as her gaze moves from me to Dad, then to Leo and Camilla before finally returning to me. “You were.” Her voice breaks around the words. My grip tightens around the back of the chair, my teeth grinding together. “You were all enough.” She shakes her head, drawing in a sharp breath as tears gather in her eyes. “You were.” An irritated scoff escapes me before I can stop it. “If we were enough, then why the fuck did you leave?” Carlotta blinks rapidly, finally tearing her gaze away from mine. “Because I wasn’t thinking about what you needed.” Her voice is quieter now. “I was thinking about me. About what I wanted. It was selfish.” Leo scoffs, his arms folding across his chest. “R

DOMINIQUE I find Leo at the bar, a drink sitting in front of him as he stares at the glass like it personally offended him. He’s hunched over the counter, fingers tapping absently against the marble. Mild irritation still lingers across his features, but underneath it, he just looks weary. Oliver is nowhere to be found. And I need to fucking talk to him. As I approach, Leo lifts his glass of dark amber liquid to his lips and drains what’s left in one gulp before setting it down harder than necessary. “Think you’ve had enough?” I ask, taking the seat beside him. I sling an arm around his shoulders before picking up the empty glass and bringing it to my nose. Fuck. That’s some strong shit. I motion the bartender over with a flick of my wrist. “A bottle of water for my brother and a whiskey for me.” “Of course, sir.” He gets to work. “I’m not drunk, Dom,” Leo groans. He leans back on his stool, elbows against the counter, dragging a palm over his face before