CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Nicole's POV
I kept fiddling with my fingers afraid to see the look Dominic had on his face. When I gathered the courage to sneak a glance at him, his face was a mask of unmistakable anger. His lips were drawn into a thin line, as he kept grinding his jaw while drinking from now a second bottle of vodka. I wanted to caution him about driving while drunk but I knew better so I kept my lips shut.
Upon reaching our residence Martha gave us one look and excused herself to go apple shopping even though it was already past eight in the evening. For a moment I just stood there watching him unsure of what my next move would be.
"Dominic?" no reply.
"Can you say something?" I pleaded in a small voice.
"What do you want me to say, Nicole?" The anger that w
