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

gaze sparkling with amusement. “You are late. It’s

chest and trying not to notice how crisp and fuckable

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

perfume wafts toward me and I nearly

can smell her

do I have the

up. I wanted to roll around for a few more minutes laughing because, I got what I wanted and

eyes narrow and his smile disappears.

door in his face is thwarted by a bright

a minute! I told you we were going to have breakfast, and

sweet saccharine grin.”No. We’re

half smile quirking up as he wets his lips. “Margo is

Did

a sarcastic frown. His

Then

questions get

his jaw, casting his eyes

thought you said you were taking her home, last night,” I quip at him and

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 minute, I

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

face me, his eyes are shing with perverse pleasure. “You’re jealous,” he accuses,

giggle, dropping myself down on the couch with a laugh. “No. I’m not jealous. I just don’t like you or your bitch. I never

his eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what else to say. They finally fall on me and he swallows thickly. “I didn’t fuck her

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