Two Can Play
In a black suit that did not look like any suit I had ever seen him in, moving through a room full of the richest people in the country like he had built every wall of it himself.
I wiped my eyes.
I wiped them again, not caring about the mascara, not caring about anything, because this could not be real. This was a dream. I had fallen asleep somewhere and this was a dream.
Then I heard Julian's voice beside me, low and stunned.
"Dominic Ford?"
I looked at Julian.
I looked at Dominic.
It was real.
My husband was the chairman of Veil Holdings. My husband was the richest billionaire in the country. The mystery man. The ghost nobody had photographed. The man I had been plotting to seduce ten min