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

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

muscles. And I want to put my mouth on each and every one. Holy

then… his perfume wafts toward me and I nearly

smell

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

roll around for a few more minutes laughing because, I

smile disappears. “You got what you wanted.

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

down! Wait a minute! I told you we were going

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

half smile quirking up as he wets his lips.

“Oh yeah? Did she mark

a sarcastic frown. His face looks so

warily. Then with a roll of my

get

his eyes downward as if

home, last night,” I quip at him and slanting my eyes as I push the door closed,

the back 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.

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

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

your bitch. I never intended to

know what else to say. They finally fall on me and

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