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one woman who had both captured my heart and destroyed it. I needed to remain level headed because it would do me no good to demand answers from her when she would either deny the truth, or close up completely on me.
    Hesitantly, I stepped out of the Aston Martin and leaned against it as I fought with my inner conscious that told me I needed to walk away, but my heart wouldn’t hear of it. I came here for answers, and answers I would get.
    I breathed deeply one last time to try to remain calm before I struggled to put one foot in front of the other and walk to her apartment door. My legs felt like jelly, and my whole body was buzzing with nervous anticipation. I had no clue what to say or how to say what was on my mind. I was going into it without premeditation or even thinking.
    Once I reached her door, I stood staring at the large panel of wood that separated me from the woman I both loved and hated at the same time. All of the mixed emotions that were like a lightening inferno had me wanting to bust the door down, so I stood there for a few moments trying to get control over myself. My heart was thrashing around in my chest and I had to wipe away a layer of sweat that had formed on my brow. How had it all come to this? Me standing there nervous as a fucking skittish cat? The tiny person on the other side of that door held me—my heart, my balls, and my future in her fucking hands.
    Lifting my heavy as lead arms, I pounded my knuckles on the door before resting both of my hands against the doorframe allowing it to support me to keep from falling over. I hung my head to try to ease some of the tension in my neck and shoulders from being wound up so tight. The breath was knocked out of my body when Ashley opened the door and I lifted my head to have our eyes collide. Her gorgeous as sin eyes widened in shock and the green of her irises darkened.
    She stood there in stunned silence with her mouth gaping open as she took in the sight of me at her door. The perfect peach pigment of her skin drained from her stunning features, leaving a ghostly white hue of confusion and fear. The only sign that proved to me she was actually breathing was the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she struggled to maintain her composure.
    “Dom…” she said in the faintest whisper, almost too silent to hear. Her eyes pooled with water from the buildup of tears. Her weight shifted back and forth, as she struggled to say something in her surprise. Not leaving her any opportunity to shut the door, I barreled past her so swiftly that it sent the door banging into the wall behind her. She flinched and jumped back slightly with the force of my entry. Timidly, she reached for the handle of the door and closed it, revealing the hole I placed in her wall when the doorknob collided with the sheetrock.
    “What are you doing here?” she questioned as she folded her arms around her middle defensively. I paced the floor between the couch and the kitchen table trying to remain calm, but also to keep myself from grabbing her and fucking her brains out right on the spot. It angered me more that my body couldn’t be immune to her after all that she had done to me. It pained me to still harbor these feeling for the blonde beauty who had captured my entire existence in just the palm of her hand. It pissed me off more than anything that I still wanted her.
    “If you aren’t going to say anything, then why did you come here, Dominic? If you came here to yell, vent or whatever, then fine, do it. But if you came here for answers, then you will be sadly left wanting.”
    I turned from having my back to her to see her propped against the back of the couch. Adorned in nothing but a light blue cami and white shorts that hit her slightly above mid-thigh, she leaned back with her arms still folded across her chest. The position caused her breasts to press out and I could make out the hard points of her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her long, buttery