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.

late,” I tell him smoothly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and flipping him

“You are late. It’s ten in the morning.

not to notice

And I want to put my mouth on

toward me and I

can smell

do I have

a few more minutes laughing because, I got

smile disappears. “You got what you wanted. Which

the door in his face is thwarted by a

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

grin.”No. We’re not. Have breakfast with Margo

lifts in amusment. A half smile quirking

Did she mark you first?

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

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

get

ticks his jaw, casting his eyes downward as if ashamed. “This

were taking her home, last night,” I quip at

and save him from my wrath. “I was going to but I-,” he stops, crossing his arms over his chest and idadvertanlty making his pectorals more prominently visible. His face turns indignant, ” -wait a

the door, but he pushes inside, and I throw my hands up in frustration. “Really?” I snap, stomping my foot in annoyance. “You’re just going to push yourself inside? You see? This is why I want to pay rent! So that I don’t have to let you in here and I don’t have to be nice to you.” I grant him

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

myself down on the couch with a laugh. “No. I’m not jealous. I just don’t like you or your bitch. I never intended to come to breakfast,” I lie. I was

eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what else to say. They finally fall on me and he swallows

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