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.

I tell him smoothly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and flipping

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

to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in

want to put my

perfume wafts toward me and I nearly

I can smell her all

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

a

and his smile disappears. “You got what you

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

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

with a sweet saccharine grin.”No.

smile quirking up as he wets his lips. “Margo

laugh, “Oh yeah? Did she mark you

frown. His face looks so frighteneed for a second that

cocking my head at him warily. Then with a roll of my eyes, I say, “When did

questions get stupid

eyes downward as if ashamed. “This

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

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. His

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 to be nice to

“You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating his shoulders

your bitch. I never intended to come to breakfast,” I lie. I was going

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 fuck her this

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