Chapter Seven

DRAVEN

I wake up not really knowing where I am. The bed beneath me is so soft I honestly wonder if I might be asleep at all. Maybe I’m not asleep, maybe I am dead and in heaven.

But then the doorbell rings.

Did I have plans this morning? I think I did. I’m almost sure I did…but what?

I open my eyes. “Shit! What time is it?!”

The doorbell sounds again, and I fall out of bed reaching for the things I wore yesterday. “Fuck! I’m coming! Hold the hell on!”

Stumbling down the stairs in my dirty clothes, I flip the switch allowing the shades to reveal the heavy fog of morning crowding the yard. The sight brings a contented smile to my face.

Wow…it really is beautiful here.

Ding dong!!!!

“Jesus!” I screech, opening the door. “The fuck is your deal?”

He stands there looking sexy as hell, the hint of a smile on his face. “I told you nine a.m. sharp.”

Domonic.

Of course. I forgot all about the breakfast appointment.

the sleep from my eyes and flipping

amusement. “You are late. It’s ten in the morning. There’s an alarm clock on your nightstand. Use

over my chest and trying not to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white sweats and

His tattoos are showing. And his muscles. And I want to put

then… his perfume wafts toward me and I nearly

I can smell her all

do I have the

around for a few more minutes laughing

smile disappears. “You got what you

the door in his face is thwarted by a bright white

calm down! Wait a minute! I told you we were

grace him with a sweet saccharine grin.”No. We’re not. Have breakfast

arched eye brow lifts in amusment. A half smile quirking up as

laugh, “Oh yeah? Did

as I throw him a sarcastic frown. His face looks so

him warily. Then with a roll of my eyes, I say, “When did

get

his eyes downward as

night,” I quip at him and slanting my eyes as I push

scratches the back of his neck nervously, glancing left and right as if someone might jump in and save him from my wrath. “I was going to but I-,” he stops, crossing his arms over his chest and idadvertanlty

I snap, stomping my foot in annoyance. “You’re just going to

with perverse pleasure. “You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating his shoulders and sizing me up as he steps

or your bitch. I never intended to come to breakfast,” I lie. I was going to, but now that I know she only

eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what else to

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