Chapter 36
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Dominic’s head slowly turned, his eyes following the path Georgia had taken as she slipped away. His gaze then shifted to Laura. He didn’t have to tap into his werewolf senses to discern what she was thinking; her expression laid it bare. There was a faint flicker of dissatisfaction simmering behind her eyes whenever Georgia’s name came up.
He dismissed Laura with the same disdain he held for most women he encountered–cocky, naive, and utterly insufferable. Though Laura’s youthful vitality was evident, her long chestnut hair and fair skin presenting an appealing visage, she paled in comparison to Georgia’s striking allure.
Dominic planted two quick kisses on Georgia’s lips, the fervor building with each one, only to be interrupted twice before he could fully indulge. The interruptions pricked at him, stirring a subtle frustration beneath his otherwise composed demeanor. Unlike Preston, who wore his feelings on his sleeve, Dominic concealed his displeasure carefully–Laura would never guess the irritation simmering just beneath his polite smile.
His eyes flicked back to Laura. The warmth in his voice was effortless as he asked, “Your name’s Laura, right?”
Laura’s heart leapt, her excitement barely contained. “Yes, Mr. Foster. I–I mean, I’m a waitress here,” she stammered.
A low chuckle escaped Dominic’s lips as he strode closer, his long legs eating up the distance with casual grace. “You
want to serve me; then?”
His voice dripped with subtle desire, and Laura’s cheeks flamed. She dropped her gaze in a flurry of nervous energy, but the faintest spark of longing still glimmered behind her lowered lids. She believed her emotions were well hidden, blind to the fact Dominic saw right through the façade.
He found Laura’s posturing tedious and artificial, a pretense that quickly soured his mood. Still, he masked his contempt beneath a veneer of polite detachment. “I remember your name. Get back to work.”
Without further ado, he passed by her with fluid elegance, slipping out of the stairwell.
He knew Laura would fall under his spell, just like the others–but he simply didn’t care.
Laura, meanwhile, felt encouraged, convinced she’d made a better impression than before. Her racing heart slowed to a steadier beat, and she continued upstairs.
On the landing, she collided with Georgia once again. The fresh memory of their encounter ignited a sharp jealousy.
“Bitch!” she spat venomously.
Georgia regarded her with a mix of confusion and self–mockery. Why would her former roommate greet her with such hatred? Was she truly so repugnant?
Her eyes hollow and unreadable, Georgia silently turned on her uneven limp and disappeared from Laura’s view.
Laura felt as if an invisible hand had gripped her throat. Her fingers curled into a fist as she fixed her gaze on Georgia’s retreating figure. She couldn’t understand it. Georgia had once shown kindness, yet now she wore an arrogant mask when facing her.
To Laura, Georgia was nothing more than a grotesque outcast who seduced men at every chance.
The image of Dominic’s handsome face flashed in her mind, fueling a fresh surge of resentment. That bitch had to have charmed Dominic.
Those around them noticed the tension. Though Laura was far from popular, gossip flourished, feeding on every crack of
scandal to distract from other troubles.
Someone broke the silence. “What’s going on, Laura? Trouble with Georgia again?”
Laura’s anger flared. “Why would I waste time on an ugly woman who preys on men?”
Whispers passed between onlookers, curiosity piqued.
“Seducing guys? You mean Georgia?”
Laura nodded sharply. “I saw her hugging Mr. Foster in the stairwell.”
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“Mr. Foster?”
Heads turned in disbelief.
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“Dominic Foster?” a voice said, incredulous. “That man’s rich, handsome, and has standards. No way he’d fall for a
cleaner.”
“I saw it with my own eyes. They were kissing, right there.”
Jealousy glazed Laura’s gaze.
Why? Georgia was a cripple, ugly and desperate for money. She didn’t deserve Dominic.
Laura’s memory of Georgia’s kindness faded entirely.
“That’s her. We shared a dorm once. She was just a cleaner then, barely spoke. Living in the same space with someone like
that–it made me sick.”
“Georgia’s gone too far this time.”
“If I were you, I wouldn’t spread rumors,” another voice warned.
At that moment, Amber stepped forward. A long–time waitress at the Vetro Club, Amber had once publicly humiliated Laura, ordering Veronica not to speak to her. Laura’s disdain for Amber was no secret.
“You act like you own the place just because you’ve been here longer, but you’re still just a waitress,” Laura shot back coldly.
Amber didn’t bother to look at her. Instead, she sneered at the gathering crowd. “Do what you want, but remember what happened to Yvette and Raven.”
Amber’s words hung in the air as she turned and left. The whispers resumed behind her.
“Amber’s always bringing up Yvette and Raven. They broke the rules, but this is just gossip. Different case.”
Amber shook her head quietly. She’d given enough chances and wouldn’t remind anyone again. It seemed Georgia was on the brink of another storm, but Amber had no intention of dragging Charlotte into it. She refused to meddle in others‘
affairs.
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