Dominick Cruz Book Novels & Stories

If he was Levi, he'll never befriend any of Sandra's ex, be it just an ex fling or ex boyfriend. "Nice to see you too, Mr. Cruz" Dominic replied humorously. Levi chuckled then asked them to take a seat while Sebastian quickly looked at the computer and didn't move to his seat. He even pretended reading something on his computer so they won't bother him. 'Damn this' he mentally cursed knowing that it was all just a hopeful wish.

Perhaps Curtis had gone there to do some research. Cyrus rushed out of the study room and made his way to the library. When he arrived, he saw Dominic instead sitting at one of the desks, poring over an old tome. The alpha looked up when he heard Cyrus enter the room, a surprised look on his face. "Cyrus, what are you doing here?" Dominic asked. He had no clue that Crus had been looking for his beta.

he murmured. I wiped my mouth as discreetly as I could, angrily. Dominic glanced at the book on the table. “Whatever you think you’re learning in there,” he said, “remember this—I know more about the rogues than any ancient text.”

he says with a wink before exposing a tattoo that I recognize as the whip wheel and I am guessing from his demeanor he is a dom. I wear a signet ring with the same symbol and only people in the community would know what it signifies. “I’m sorry you will be leaving. I would have enjoyed being your friend,” I say. “But I believe you are correct in your assumptions.” “We can be friends before I leave and perhaps discuss our mutual interests. As such, I will let this place go for a great deal less than I had planned, if you are the buyer. My name is Dominic and it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Cruz,” he replies.

“Nothing yet, Cruz. Our team is on it but the paparazzi, which the hotel was doing so well to keep out of the resort managed to get multiple shots of Ms. Brookmore getting into a vehicle with Mr. Bartoli. There are pictures of them getting out of the vehicle to have breakfast together and his hand is on her low back. It looks intimate.” “Fuck,” he mumbled. “We can pass it off as a business breakfast but what kind of business your fiancée, a bestselling author, is doing with a man who runs casinos all over the world as a front for his mob activities is going to take some creativity to spin.” “This is a nightmare.” He knew in his gut it was Bartoli who got the photographer on site. It was to r