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 my eyes

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

over my chest and trying not to notice how crisp

And his muscles. And I want to put my

toward me

can smell her all over him.

explain why, nor do I have the

up. I wanted to roll around for a

narrow and his smile disappears. “You got what you

My attempt to shut the door in his face is thwarted by a bright white Nike sneaker. I

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

grin.”No.

in amusment. A half smile

Did she mark you

him a sarcastic frown. His face looks so frighteneed

chortle, cocking my head at him warily. Then with a roll of my eyes, I

get

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

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

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

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

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

just don’t like you or your bitch. I never intended to come to

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

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