The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 7

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.

rubbing the

late. It’s

and trying not to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white sweats and a stark white

want to put my mouth

wafts toward me and I nearly

smell her all over

do

wanted to roll around for a few more minutes laughing because, I

narrow and his smile disappears. “You got what you wanted. Which

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

told you we were going to

grace him with a sweet saccharine grin.”No. We’re

brow lifts in amusment. A half smile quirking

Did

him a sarcastic frown. His face looks so frighteneed for a second

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

questions get

his jaw, casting his eyes downward as if

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

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

don’t, I agree,” I chirp sweetly, flashing him my cockiest smile. “And I do not have to have breakfast with 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 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. “You

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

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

with himself about something, 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 this

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