#dommcretti

Only to say whoops! And expect that an apology meant shit. 

But there’d been one that had seemed to understand her sorrow, her anger that had sparked and sat buried in the depths of her chest waiting to be unleashed. A fuse desperate to be set off but unsure how. 

Enter Dominic Moretti. 

“Guess who~” Tall as he was, Naomi in her Louboutin’s managed to cover his eyes with manicured hands. She knew better to sneak up on the family bodyguard, but her heels clicking hard against the ground had alerted him of her presence.

@dommcretti

He should have gone to the top, but August was a man with his own success front and center in his mind, and he had long since felt the winds changing. If Dominic was really making a power play, it would only benefit August to be on his side if that play worked out in Dominic’s favor. Heading inside, August was guided to the back, passing through the kitchen and placing an order before knocking on the door, waiting a moment, then entering Dom’s office.  “ Hey there, Dom. How’s it going?” He casually opened with as if it were something to joke about. “ So....who fucked up?”