THE GAME HE PLAYSDOMINIC'S POV“You’re quick to anger, Chelsea.” My voice lowered, cracking slightly as I leaned closer and twirled her hair around my finger. Her eyes blinked rapidly, darting elsewhere. I pressed myself against her, feeling the heat of her body. “I only wanted to know why my wife is here instead of enjoying the luxury of the house.”She scoffed as though I’d said the stupidest thing known to mankind.“Luxury?” She glared hard at me, forcing herself to meet my gaze. “What kind of person abandons his newlywed wife to f*ck other women and allows that woman to disturb her every single day while her husband goes out drinking and comes home late?”My jaw clenched, killing all the words I wanted to say. Though the reason I was doing this was to get more information out of her, I had already realized she was harder and smarter than she looked.“She’s a past fling,” I whispered, holding her waist, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh.She hissed sharply, her face twisting
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