BROOKLYN The drive back felt like a blur.Flashes of red and blue lights danced across the tinted windows, chasing each other through the darkness as the police cars stayed behind at the hotel. But even with the distance, I could still hear it—the chaos, the shouting, the shrill rise of sirens, and the unmistakable crash of glass when someone dropped a champagne tower in the dark. The world had descended into panic, and yet, here inside the car, everything was too still. Too quiet.And I could still feel his hand around mine.Dominic hadn’t let go once—not when the lights flickered back on, not when the security teams rushed in, not even when the cameras outside tried to capture the picture-perfect image of the calm billionaire couple leaving early. His hand had stayed there, firm and grounding, as if he was anchoring me—or maybe himself.He looked calm on the outside. Every inch of him composed, jaw set, eyes forward, posture straight. But I could feel it—the quiet tension running t
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