SEVEN DAYS TO SAY FOREVER
The person turned all of a sudden, a half-empty glass of scotch in his hand.
Dominic.
He didn't look like the arrogant groom from the morning. He looked completely exhausted, his luxury watch missing, a dark bruise swelling on his jaw where Axel had pinned him. He folded his arms, a fake smile touching his lips.
"Are you still hiding behind his billions, Hazel?" Dominic asked, his voice low and raspy.
"What are you doing out here, Dominic?" I asked, my tone turning as sharp and cold as the Aspen ice. "Go back to Clara."