HARPER
My fingers clenched, nails digging into my palms as a blinding fury surged through me, violent and swift.
I pictured my hands wrapped around Olivia's slender throat, yanking her out of Dominic's arms and tossing her where she belonged—right beside the trash.
But I didn't. All I could do was watch the open display between them, each second more nauseating than the last.
If anything, I almost wished they had gone to his room. At least then I'd only have to imagine the intimacy, not see it flaunted in front of me like some damned soap opera.
My eyes met Dominic's across the room. My chest tightened, but I drew in a sharp breath, forced my shoulders back, and puffed out my chest like nothing about this bothered me.
I broke the stare and turned toward the kitchen, walking with a brightness I didn't feel. I opened the fridge with too much force, the door slamming into the side with a clatter. Still, I turned back around with a painted-on grin, not really seeing anyone.
