A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 157

"Come on," I cajoled, slipping my arm around his waist and steering him toward the hall. "Just let me take care of you. I've got a quiet room where you can rest."

He didn't struggle as I pulled him towards the private room I'd readied beforehand. Every step felt like a war—he was heavy, and the dead weight of his uncooperative limbs made it even harder. But I didn't care. This was my moment, my chance to get closer to him.

We finally reached the room, and I kicked the door shut behind us. It was a small but tastefully done room with a neatly made bed and dim light—just right to set the ambiance. I helped him to the bed and sat him down on the mattress as he babbled unintelligibly.

"Faith," he slurred once more as his head dropped sideways. "Need… Faith."

I rolled my eyes, the irritation bubbling under my skin. "You don't need her," I muttered under my breath, my sweet demeanor slipping for just a moment. "She doesn't understand you like I do."

Dominic tried to push himself up, but his strength had been used up on that one little act. I put a gentle hand on his chest and pushed him back down. "Shh," I hissed. "Just lay back. I'll take care of you."

I began to unbutton his shirt, my fingers shaking slightly as I worked. My heart was racing with excitement and frustration. This was it. This was supposed to be the moment he knew I was the one, that I was the woman who could give him everything he needed. But instead, all he could think about was Faith.

"Faith," he whispered again before his head lolled back onto the pillow, his eyes flickering closed.

I glared at him, my chest heaving with anger and disappointment. "You'll forget her soon enough," I said softly, more to myself than to him. "You'll see that I'm the one you need."

I yanked off his shirt. "shit!" I hissed under my breath as I fought with the material. He was a big man, and his limp body didn't make things any easier. Finally, when I managed to yank off his shirt, I found myself staring at his broad chest, my lips curling into a satisfied smile.

"What the hell?" I croaked, still dripping wet and tangled in the sheets.

At the foot of the bed, Dominic's jaw was clenched, eyes blazing with fury. His tall frame seemed to swallow the space, broad shoulders tense, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to snap. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, nostrils flaring as if he could barely restrain himself.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he growled, his voice thick with irritation. "Scratch that—how the fuck did I end up here? And why the hell am I here. with you?"

I blinked at him, trying to sit up, but my limbs felt heavy, the cold water still dripping down my face and neck.