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

amusement. “You are late. It’s ten in the morning. There’s an alarm clock on your

not to notice how crisp

And his muscles. And I want to put

perfume wafts toward

Margo. I can smell her all

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

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

and his smile disappears. “You got

scoff. “Not you. So, bye!” My attempt to shut the door in his face

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

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

brow lifts in amusment. A half smile quirking up as he wets his lips. “Margo

“Oh yeah? Did she

I throw him a sarcastic frown. His face looks so frighteneed

what?” I chortle, cocking my head at him warily. Then with a

questions get stupid answers,

ticks his jaw, casting his eyes downward

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

my wrath. “I was going to but I-,” he stops, crossing his arms over his chest and idadvertanlty making

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

“You’re jealous,” he accuses,

just don’t 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, I’m

as if he doesn’t know what else to say. They finally fall on me and he swallows thickly. “I didn’t fuck

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