The Billionaire’s Bet: A Final Game(8)

“Doesn’t ring a bell …” Dominic muttered.

I sighed. “But what do we do now?”

“I’ll pass the information over to Sharon. Maybe she can do something with it. In the mean time we’re gonna have to move out of my house, starting today, just to be safe.”



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As the assistants and movers packed everything Dominic owned, he stood there, watching the whole ordeal. With slumped shoulders he gazed at his windows. I knew it wouldn’t be permanent, but it was sad to see. Leaving this place felt like we were letting go of a piece of us.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and felt him shudder. I knew he was crying. He didn’t want me to see.

When they were done, we said our final goodbye’s to the house, for now. Until we’d be certain it was safe to live in again.

The drive to our new place was long and tedious. I didn’t know where we were going, but was afraid to ask as well. I chose to stay quiet so he could think and process what was happening. Dominic had been devastated by the fact that he had to leave his home, and that it turned out to be partially my fault. I didn’t want him to suffer anymore.

The car stopped at the casino, and I wondered what we were doing here. I told him my room wasn’t big enough for the both of us to live there; what was he thinking?

The driver let me out of the car, and the assistants were already running in with our bags. I gaped at the entrance, trying to understand what his plan was. “What are we doing here?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” Dominic hooked his arm through mine and walked me through the corridor. People stared at the escort we were getting, from both guards and movers. It must’ve looked pretty weird.

We went up the elevator, while the movers went with another. The wait seemed indefinite. When the doors opened, I noticed we were on the top floor, the same place where his office was. There were no other rooms in this corridor, only one, and it got me confused.

I frowned, but Dominic shushed me before I could speak up. “Ah, ah. Don’t ask, you’ll see soon enough.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his office. The door was wide open, and I still didn’t understand what all this was about. All I could see was his office, with the usual wooden desk and fancy leather seat, with the beautiful skyline visible through the window in the back. I rolled my eyes.

Dominic pressed a button right next to the door. A long square piece of wall came loose like a convertible car and slid sideways. I gaped at the room appearing behind it.

“A boss has got to have a secret lair, am I right?” Dominic said, laughing out loud.

I snorted and walked forward into the hole that had appeared.

“Guess you’re fun meter is empty,” he said.

“Oh, ha ha, very funny.”

I looked around. This place was huge. The laminated floor was shiny and looked so clean you could eat from it. White couches stood in the middle with an expensive coffee table in between. There were barely any walls, only windows through which I could see the entire city. There was even a staircase probably leading up to his bedroom. This was all behind a tiny office, hiding on the same floor, like it didn’t even exist.

I swallowed. How did I not know about this?

“You mean to tell me you’ve been hiding this all the time?” I said.

“Well, I needed to have something to fall back on. Besides, nothing beats a little bit of privacy now and then. Being able to pull back into my own little world for a while does wonders for my blood pressure.” On his face appeared a cheesy smile.

He pressed a button on the wall inside the home again, and the wall piece promptly closed, trapping us inside.

“So, do you like it?” he asked.

I was still a bit flabbergasted. “I uh … I guess.”

He walked up beside me and took my hand. “I’ll show you around. Get you used to your new home.”

Home. The word sounded so arbitrary. Especially considering the amount of times I’d moved over the last couple of months.

He showed me the kitchen which was around the corner. No doors anywhere. Nice wooden counters though and the light that came in through the windows made the place so bright.

We went upstairs, and to the right was the bathroom, which had a see-through glass cubicle and a bathtub that was built into the floor. To our left was hollow wall, which I think had a king size mattress in it.

“Is that the bed?” I said, gaping.

Dominic nodded, and then laughed when he saw my face.

“But it’s a wall!”

“A wall … with a bed.” He patted my back. “And it’s quite soft, too, actually.”

“We’re going to sleep in here? In the wall? You call this a bedroom?”