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.

not late,” I tell him smoothly, rubbing the sleep from

“You are late. It’s ten

what?” I counter, crossing my arms over my chest and trying not to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white sweats and a stark white

His tattoos are showing. And his muscles. And I want to put my mouth on each and

perfume wafts toward me and

Margo. I can smell her all over

explain why, nor do I have the right to be,

around for a few more

his smile disappears. “You got what you wanted.

So, bye!” My attempt to shut the door in his face is thwarted by a bright white

now, calm down! Wait a minute! I told you we were going to have

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

smile

Did she

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

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

get stupid answers,

casting his eyes downward

last night,” I quip at him and slanting my eyes

but I-,” he stops, crossing his

you.” I attempt 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

he accuses,

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

with himself about something, his eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what else to

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