Dominic’s POV
The taste of her name still lingered on my lips as I opened my eyes fully. And then, everything shattered.
It was not Samantha.
My heart plummeted like a stone as reality hit me with the force of a punch. My vision cleared just enough to see Olivia’s face inches from mine, her lips swollen, her expression smug and satisfied. A wave of nausea hit me and cutting through the haze of alcohol.
“What the hell?” I growled, my voice rough. I shoved her off me with more force than I intended, and she stumbled back, her smirk replaced with a pout.
“Dominic, what’s wrong with you?” she whined, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. “You were the one—”
“That’s enough,” I snapped, sitting up unsteadily. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Her pout deepened, her lower lip jutting
