Dominic sat alone in his penthouse office, the city skyline glittering behind him. The soft clink of ice in his whiskey glass was the only sound until his phone buzzed on the table.
He eyed the phone, only for it to buzz again.
He ignored it, again. He felt it was just another time wasting concern. Probably another article, or another meeting. But then it buzzed again. Then again. Then five more times in the span of ten seconds.
With a tired exhale, he picked it up and unlocked the screen. He blinked after seeing his screen.
There were pictures. Dozens of them about him and Celeste.
His Celeste.
Dominic stared, unmoving, as his thumb absently scrolled through the shots.
There was one with Celeste's head on his chest. It was innocent that night but staring at it now, it looked really intimate.
