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

bright silver gaze sparkling with amusement. “You are late. It’s ten in the morning. There’s an alarm clock on your nightstand.

to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white sweats and

want to put

wafts toward me and

smell her all

can’t explain why, nor do I

roll around for a few more minutes laughing because,

his smile disappears. “You got

in his face is thwarted by a bright white Nike sneaker. I nearly lose

you

with a sweet saccharine grin.”No. We’re not.

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

yeah? Did she mark you first?

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

chortle, cocking my head at him warily. Then with a roll of my eyes, I

get stupid

his jaw, casting his eyes

I quip at him and slanting

to but I-,” he stops, crossing his arms over his chest

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

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

your bitch. I never intended to

seems to argue with himself about something, his eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what else to say. They finally fall on me and he swallows thickly. “I didn’t

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