Semua Bab Sinful Pleasures: In Bed With His Best Friend : Bab 51 - Bab 60

OLIVIA I tapped it as fast as my fingers could move and there it was. Not just one email, but two. Both from the casting director. “…We would be honored to have you walk in this show.” “…If possible, we would love to have you visit The Row’s studio today to meet briefly with our team and explore a few fitting options.” I blinked repeatedly, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. My eyes darted to the clock and it was almost eleven. I still had time. Hands shaking, I typed a reply, trying to sound calm and professional, even though my brain was doing cartwheels. Then I hit send. I barely paused before racing to my room, grabbed a towel, and jumping into the shower. After my shower, I picked out something clean and stylish, something that would look really good if I ended up on a blog or got snapped by a paparazzi. Once I was satisfied with my reflection, I stepped out of the house and drove to the studio. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly the whole way. Exci

OLIVIA The vase shattered, and shards sprayed across the floor with the flowers scattering in every direction. Dominic stumbled back with a grunt, clutching his head. Gasps erupted around us, and for a moment, everything felt suspended—the panic, the shock, and the sound of glass crunching underfoot. The security personnels rushed forward with their voices raised but it was dulled by the screams of people diving for cover. A few ducked down, their hands hovering over their heads like I had pulled a gun while others were recording the whole thing. I should have walked away and I knew it was the right thing to do. But the anger in me, and the thought that I deserved none of this made me charge toward Dominic again. Before I could reach him, two security guards grabbed me from both sides. Despite my efforts, they yanked the broken vase from my hands. They pinned my arms but I thrashed and kicked, every muscle in my body straining, and my voice rising louder than I ever tho

OLIVIA I was strong until he came. All that time, I kept my chin high. I yelled at the officers, snapped back, and told them I didn’t do anything. My voice didn’t even shake. I demanded to be released, sat there hugging my own arms and convinced myself I was fine. But the second I saw Dante, it all came undone and the walls I’d stacked so carefully cracked like glass. “Are you okay?” Just three words, and suddenly my chest burned, my throat closed, and every bit of fight I had drained out of me. Before I knew it, I was burying my face in his chest. The tears broke free, ugly and uncontrollable, spilling faster than I could stop them. My body shook like it wasn’t mine anymore. I wanted to shove it down, to hold on to that strength I’d been clinging to but in his arms, I just couldn’t. I hated this. I hated how quickly I softened. I hated how weak I felt, how easy it was to fall apart the moment he touched me. And most of all, I hated that even when I swore I woul

DANTE The rest of the drive was quiet but she kept glancing my way like she had a thousand more questions but knew better than to ask. When we reached the office, she climbed out before I even cut the engine, her heels clicking impatiently on the pavement. I pushed open the door to my office, gestured toward the chair across from mine, and waited until she sat down. She fidgeted the whole time, crossing and uncrossing her legs like she couldn’t sit still. Then I picked up the phone and called Weston. “I’m at the office,” I said when he answered. “Come now.” “On my w—” I hung up before he could finish. Before I could even set the phone down, Lilian leaned forward, her words tumbling out fast. “How good is this lawyer? Do you think he can win the case? Will he really help her?” I leaned back and nodded. “He’s really good. Let me handle this.” She nodded, but the side-eye she threw me said enough. I ignored it, and reached for the files on my desk. She could do w

OLIVIA The last time I was this scared was at Lustra, when Dominic reminded me of the prenup and threatened to ruin my life if I ever tried to leave him. Back then, I thought nothing could hurt more than that. But now, as the car rolled closer to the courthouse, all I could think about was facing him again. Sitting there while the cameras flashed and the world watched every breath I took. I’d spent days preparing myself for this day, but I still wasn’t ready for it. This time, I wasn’t losing quietly. This time, I was going to face him in front of a judge and I could go to jail. I stole a glance at Dante beside me. He had one leg crossed, his hand resting casually on his laps and he looked like we were headed to brunch, not a trial that could decide my future. Nothing ever seemed to shake him, and I wouldn’t lie—I sometimes hated that about him. I clenched my hands in my lap and he noticed, but didn’t say anything. He probably believed everything would work out, just l