**ANASTASIA**I stepped into the living room. The house was eerily quiet.I fidgeted with my fingers. *Marcus.* It had been three years. I remembered vividly how he’d left, how we’d fought over my engagement to Leonard. He’d hated that I was marrying him, and back then I’d been so in love I couldn’t see the asshole for what he really was. So Marcus had walked away.I balled my fists at my sides and climbed the stairs.Would he even want to see me?If he’d been against Leonard, he would be livid about my marriage to Dominic—the most morally gray man on earth. He must have found out. Our wedding had been splashed across every platform: the city’s golden couple.I bit the inside of my cheek. My phone dinged in my hand.I lifted it and read the message glowing on the screen.DOMINIC: Come to my room.My mind instantly flashed back to yesterday—my hand wrapped around his cock. Did he want a repeat? Heat flooded my cheeks.*Fuck.* I was supposed to be the experienced one, yet here I was, f
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