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 sleep from my eyes

sparkling with amusement. “You are late. It’s ten in the morning. There’s an alarm

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

And I want

then… his perfume wafts toward me and I nearly

smell her all

angry. I can’t explain why, nor do I have the right to

didn’t want to get up. I wanted to roll around for a few more minutes laughing

and his smile disappears. “You got what

in his face is thwarted by a bright white Nike

a minute! I told you we were going to

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

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

yeah? Did she mark you

a sarcastic frown. His face

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

get stupid answers,

his jaw, casting his eyes downward as

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

of his neck nervously, glancing left and right as if someone might jump in 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

hands up in frustration. “Really?” I snap, stomping my foot in annoyance. “You’re just

“You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating his shoulders and sizing

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

doesn’t know what else to say. They finally fall

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