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.

I tell him smoothly, rubbing the

amusement. “You are late. It’s ten in

not to notice how crisp

his muscles. And I want to put my mouth on

wafts toward me and I

smell her all over

nor do I have the right to

get up. I wanted to roll around for a few more minutes

disappears.

bye!” My attempt to shut the door in his face is thwarted by

told you

sweet saccharine grin.”No. We’re not. Have breakfast

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

yeah? Did she

He startles as I throw him a sarcastic frown. His face looks so frighteneed for a second that

head at him warily. Then with a roll of

get

eyes downward

you were taking her home, last night,” I quip at him and slanting my eyes as

him from my wrath. “I was going to but I-,” he stops, crossing his

to close 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 a withering look.

are shing with perverse pleasure. “You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating his shoulders and

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

doesn’t know what else to say. They finally fall on me and he

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