DANTE
“Let him know my budget for this campaign is $5m,” I said, ending the call with a hard tap on the screen.
Before I could set my phone down, the office door burst open and hit the wall. Dominic stormed in, his face dark with anger.
Of course.
He reached my desk in seconds. “Did you sleep with my wife?”
I leaned back in my chair, calm, watching him closely.
“Answer me, damn it!” He slammed his hand on the desk. “Did you sleep with her last night?”
A slow, amused smile touched my lips. “Yes.”
He didn’t waste a second before he lunged forward, grabbing me by the collar. “I’ll kill you right now.”
I stayed perfectly calm, not bothering to fight his grip. The whole thing almost amused me, seeing his anger.
“You’re the one who wanted an open marriage,” I replied. “Funny how there
