Between Love and Loathing: Dom and Clara's Fake Dating Story

Somehow, the woman I’d despised just a few weeks prior was the only one I wanted to be around now, the only one I wanted to stare at, listen to, fight with, and fuck.

I wouldn’t have anybody say otherwise.

I was falling for Clara Milton, and I had to make damn sure I stopped. Love between her and me would end up being a battlefield, and I didn’t want her wounded.

“in case my future wife ever wants anything else here, got it?”

“Who else would it be for, cupcake?”

“There’s my little fighter.”

“There’s my little fighter.”

“You want to own me, cupcake?”

“Dominic, please.”

“Spread your legs wider, baby. I want full access. This is mine now. Mine to taste over and over.”

“Are you sweet or spicy, babe? A pushover or a fighter?”

“I know exactly what goes into your desserts, little fighter.”