ALIANA

If there was something I loathed more than guests it was Dominic appearing at my doorstep as if he still deserved to share the same space, as me.

I had just slipped off my heels having quietly retreated to my apartment prepared to dive into the paperwork, from Michael’s office when I heard someone knocking.

Three sharp taps.

Annoyingly familiar.

I exhaled deeply. "Oh no, not now.”

I opened the door slightly.

There he was—Dominic, my soon-to-be ex-husband looking insulted that I wasn’t laying out a carpet for him.

“Aliana " he stated curtly. "We have to discuss something.”

“No you must go." I began to shut the door....