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 from

It’s

not to notice how crisp and fuckable he

tattoos are showing. And his muscles. And I want to

perfume wafts toward me

Margo. I can smell her all over

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

for a few more minutes laughing because, I got what I wanted and

narrow and his smile disappears. “You got what you wanted. Which

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

down! Wait a minute! I told you

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

eye brow lifts in amusment. A half smile quirking

laugh, “Oh yeah? Did she

throw him a sarcastic frown. His

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

get

eyes downward as if ashamed. “This

at him and slanting

“I was going to but I-,” he stops, crossing his

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

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

dropping myself down on 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 now that I know she only just left, I’m glad I slept

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

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