Chapter 165: Simmering tension 2

Dominic groaned against her mouth, breaking the kiss with visible reluctance. His forehead pressed to hers, his breath hot and uneven.

“Whoever that is,” he muttered darkly as he let her go, “I hate them already.”

Her gaze darted to the nightstand where the phone vibrated insistently. The name on the screen made her stomach drop when she picked it up.

“Shit. It’s Celine.”

“The hell does she want