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.

smoothly, rubbing the sleep from my

late. It’s ten in the morning.

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

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

toward me and

smell her

I can’t explain why, nor do I have

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

eyes narrow and his smile disappears. “You got

attempt to shut the door in his face is thwarted by a

Wait a minute! I told you we were going to

sweet saccharine grin.”No. We’re not.

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

yeah? Did

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

do you mean, what?” I chortle, cocking my head at him warily. Then with a roll of my eyes, I say,

questions get stupid answers,

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

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

as if someone might jump in and save him from my wrath. “I was going to but I-,” he stops, crossing his

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

with perverse pleasure. “You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating his

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 going to, but

his eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what

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