Chapter 60
Samantha’s POV
“You are seriously not going to tell me what’s going on?” I asked in disbelief. I had to muster some courage and put up with all this makeup, high heels, and a red dress just for the night to be put on hold. I thought he wanted to fix us, but he could not even properly be with me even just for a night. Well except when we were in bed.
He sat stiffly in his chair, barely meeting my eyes as he reached for his drink, taking a huge gulp before as if it could soothe his nerves.
“It’s pack business,” he said evenly, carefully controlled, like he was talking to a mere business partner he did not give a shit about. Was I that to him? “An emergency. I need to handle it,” he added, and I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. “That’s it? You are not going to explain anything? You dragged me out here, acted like this was important, and now you are just going to bail?”
His jaw tightened, and he finally looked at me with his gaze filled with a mix of frustration and guilt. “Samantha, I am not bailing. This is important too—”
“Then why does it feel like I am being shoved to the side again?” I shot back, my voice rising despite the low hum of conversation around us.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I did not plan for this to happen. Trust me, I wanted tonight to be perfect.”
“Well, congratulations,” I replied bitterly, pushing my chair back and standing. “It’s anything but perfect.”
Dominic stood as well, quickly as he reached for my arm. His touch was gentle, but it still stopped me in my tracks. “Samantha, wait.”
“What?” I snapped, glaring up at him.
His expression softened, and for a moment, the frustration in his eyes melted into something gentler, something almost vulnerable. “I’ll take you home. But let me explain on the way. Please.”
I hesitated, my anger warring with the part of me that still wanted to believe in him. Eventually, I nodded, pulling my arm away but following him toward the car.