The video should never have reached me.

Someone on Dominic’s staff thought they were being funny. A fifteen-second clip from the private hallway behind the main stage. Dim red lights. A woman pressed against the wall. Dark hair falling exactly the way mine does. Same height. Same sharp shoulders. Even the small tattoo on her left rib matched the placement of mine, though the design was different. Dominic’s hand was in her hair. His mouth was on her neck. The angle made it look like he was fucking me in the back of his own club.

I watched it three times before he walked into the apartment.

He dropped his...