VALERIE Between Dominic's own endless work trips, back-to-back meetings, conference calls, and whatever other rich, terrifying billionaire stuff he did that kept him away most of the time, and my life turning into this giant screaming circus of interviews, publishing meetings, merchandise discussions, fan events, approval forms, and deadlines that never seemed to end, we barely saw each other anymore. Which was kind of insane when you thought about it, because we technically lived in the same house. Same roof. Same bed. Same ridiculously huge place with more rooms than I knew what to do with.Some days I’d wake up early, still half-asleep, and he’d already be gone. Always with his suit on, coffee probably gulped down in the car. Other days I’d drag myself home late, buzzing from another interview or meeting, and he’d still be locked away in his office, lights on, working like the world might end if he stopped. Sometimes we’d cross paths in the hallway or kitchen for maybe five whol
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