The almighty Dominic, once feared and untouchable, was now smiling helplessly at a girl’s tantrum. He glanced at his men, his eyes brimming with indulgence.
"Alright, sweetheart. I’m sorry,” he cooed.
But Marina just spat, “Get lost!”
Yet instead of losing his patience, he pulled her into his arms and pacified her even more. “Okay, okay. It’s my fault. How about I make it up to you with the Best Actress award this weekend?”
Her expression instantly softened at that.
But my fists clenched tight.
Then, one of his men hesitated. “Boss, wasn’t that award meant for your wife?”
“Marina’s not bad either,” Dominic replied, then sat her on his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “She works hard, her acting’s solid. Besides, the list hasn’t been made public yet. So, go and change it.”
Before his people could move, I kicked the door open with my foot.
Startled, Dominic had pushed Marina aside fast and muttered, “Isla?”
Ignoring the dull ache in my waist, I fixed my eyes on him and asked, “Who are you giving that award to?”
He looked down, avoiding my gaze.