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.

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

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

notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white sweats and a stark white

want to put my mouth

perfume wafts toward

can smell her all over

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

didn’t want to get up. I wanted to roll around for a few more minutes laughing because, I got what I wanted and

and his smile disappears.

shut the door in his face is thwarted

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

saccharine grin.”No. We’re not. Have breakfast with Margo

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

yeah? Did she mark you first?

He startles as I throw him a sarcastic frown. His face

cocking my head at him warily. Then with a roll

get

ticks his jaw, casting his eyes

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

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

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

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

bitch. I never

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

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