Bianca's POV
I almost believed Dominic's words when he said the cuffs could not be opened till next week. I was relieved after finding out that it was just a joke.
He dropped me off, and I headed into the familiar space of my apartment. The daylight had faded, and it had already gotten to night. I glanced at my phone screen, and it revealed the time to be a few minutes past 7pm.
Dominic's image wouldn't leave me. His voice, that gentle grin, the way his fingers brushed my wrist, they replayed through my mind even as I tried to focus on cooking. This was the first time I was stepping out of my comfort zone from being that naive and sex starved woman who always made excuses for Steve's coldness.
I used to think I was at fault. Booked salon appointments every week, hoping a new shade of lipstick or fresh perm would make him notice me, but he never did.
I've learnt the hard way that when a man decides to be cruel, no amount of beauty or pleasing him can save you.
