Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287

I felt a grim satisfaction settle into my chest. Good. Very good. “Then where are the videos? Where are the cameras?”

She winced, and I knew the bad news was coming. “I could not retrieve them. I was looking for the opportunity to grab them before I left, but Dominic got an emergency call and he said he had to leave immediately. He told me to get dressed, that he did not know when he would be back, and that he could not leave me alone in his penthouse. I tried to buy time, I told him I wanted more of him, I practically begged him to stay, but he said he would spend time with me tomorrow evening instead.”

The anger flared in my chest, hot and bright, but I forced it down. The footage existed. That was the important part. The cameras were still in his bedroom, still recording, and she would have another chance to retrieve ther

tomorrow.

“There is something else,” she said, and the careful way she said it made me go still. “Dominic asked me if I had any friends who were as good in bed as I am. He wants a threesome tomorrow, Julian. He is expecting me to bring another woman, and I told him about Jasmine.”

My face darkened so fast I could feel the blood rush to my head. “Jasmine?”

“He liked the description. He is very pleased with the idea of her, and I cannot let the plan be ruined now. I need to take Jasmine with me at six tomorrow to meet him. While she keeps him busy, I will retrieve the cameras. He wants a threesome, and I intend to let the cameras capture that as well before I bring you the footage. That way you will have more than one video. More ammunition. More ways to destroy him.”

I paced the length of the living room, my mind churning. The thought of Dominic’s sex video, of finally having the weapon I needed to ruin him the way he had ruined me, was almost intoxicating. Celeste had acted like Dominic was some kind of paragon, some better man, but he was just like me, if not worse. He was an animal with a pretty face, and soon the whole world would know it.

But there was a problem. A very specific, very infuriating problem. I had not fucked Jasmine yet. I had not fucked Tasha yet either. And there was no way in hell I was letting Dominic Ford taste either of those girls before I did. My hatred for that man ran too deep, too hot, to allow him that kind of satisfaction.

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