《His Games, Her Rules》 One I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter Dancing through the fire ¡®Cause I am a champion, and you¡¯re gonna hear me roar With my earbuds plugged into my ears, I sing along to Katy Perry Roar. I might be a bad singer, and maybe bad at every other social thing, but I just can¡¯t ignore Katy Perry¡¯s Roar each time I y it or hear it. It¡¯s my ringtone. I listen to it every morning before I get ready toe to work. It¡¯s a motivation for me. Listening to this beautiful song. It reminds me every time I listen to it that I am no longer the woman from years ago. I¡¯m no longer the quiet girl her parents can just toss around. They¡¯ve pushed me past my breaking point and made me realize I¡¯ve got a choice. So here I am in New York working in this amazing hospital as a practical Nurse and I¡¯ve never been happier. I sing along, loudly to be precise, as I use the thermometer as my microphone. I dance around in this small room without a care in this world. Some people may call me weird, mostly my female colleagues because they have a thing or two against me, but this is me being my best self. They don¡¯t know what I¡¯ve been through. ¡°Robyn?¡± A loud voice makes me stop singing as I spin around at once, startled. ¡°Shit.¡± I curse under my breath, quickly taking out my earbuds from my ears as I stare at this strange man in a doctor¡¯s coat. I¡¯ve never seen him before. He looks at me from my head to my toes as he gives me a quick once over. What the hell is his problem? ¡°I¡¯ve never heard anyone sing with so much energy.¡± The strange man says, giving me another once over. I smile in response. It¡¯s rare to receive positivepliments about my voice. I know I¡¯m a terrible singer, I just hate to be reminded. ¡°Thanks,¡± I say to Mr. Stranger in a doctor¡¯s coat. ¡°It¡¯s not apliment, Robyn. I mean you¡¯re a bad singer.¡± He says, slipping his hands into the pockets of his coat. ¡°Oh,¡± I mutter. Yeah, well, fuck you, motherfucker. I¡¯ve heard so much negative feedback about my singing and they all hurt. Every one of them. ¡°Yes. And I don¡¯t mean it in a wrong way, I just mean your singing gives me a headache. I¡¯ve been standing here for over 12 minutes as I watched your bad performance.¡± Wow. Ladies and gentlemen, we¡¯ve got the mayor of Doucheville. ¡°Right. I may not be good at singing, but trust me I¡¯m good at other things¡­¡± I say, with my arms crossed. Mr stranger raises his eyebrows in confusion, then he slowly smirks as he looks me in the eye. Ew, gross. You fucking perv. ¡°It¡¯s not the things you¡¯re already imagining. I mean¡­ I¡¯m pretty good at other stuff. Stuff that has to do with my job. Not everyone has perfect voices.¡± I pause and stare at this stranger. ¡°You know what I¡¯m talking about, right?¡± I ask, with my arms still crossed. He gives me a weird look. Fuck, he doesn¡¯t know. I clear my throat. ¡°Sorry, um¡­ who are you? What are you doing here?¡± I ask, taking my time to stare at the man in front of me. He has short blonde hair and green eyes, he¡¯s pretty tall and well built, and he looks to be in his early thirties. He looks fine. Like, damn fine. I would have tapped that if he didn¡¯t have a loose mouth. ¡°I¡¯m Doctor Richard Sanders. But you can call me Doctor Sanders.¡± He says. Doctor? Interesting. ¡°Oh. I¡¯m Robyn. Robyn Denver. I¡¯m a practical nurse here.¡± ¡°Yeah, I know you. I called your name like three times while I watched your sad performance.¡± He says as he stares at me. What the hell is his problem? ¡°You¡¯re pretty popr around here. The clumsy nurse.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not clumsy,¡± I mutter. ¡°Right.¡± He mutters, arroganceced in his tone. ¡°Well, I¡¯ll be taking over from Doctor Ri, so you¡¯re working under me from now henceforth.¡± ¡°What happened to Doctor Ri?¡± ¡°Oh, he got transferred. I¡¯m in charge now.¡± ¡°And he¡¯s left?¡± ¡°Are you two dating?¡± Dr. Sanders asks, his gaze scrutinizing. I try not to roll my eyes. Over my dead body will I date that dog. Also, rtionships are thest thing I want right now. ¡°No! What?¡± I scoff and drop the thermometer on a tray. ¡°Do you need assistance?¡± ¡°Yes, I do. I need you to take a patient¡¯s blood sample for me and please be careful when you do that. Doctor Ri told me about your work here. When I asked for a nurse who could help me with a nutcase patient, he rmended you. He said and I quote, ¡®If you¡¯re looking for the best nurse for this job, you should find Robyn. She should be in one of these little wards singing into a thermometer and dancing like a psycho. She¡¯s good at handling insane patients.¡¯ Hrious, isn¡¯t it?¡± What? I¡¯ve always rooted for Doctor Ri. He was my favorite Doctor in this hospital for a while until he fucked things up. He was pretty hot, and I knew for a fact he was a man slut, but he was great. He was good-looking and attractive, almost all the female nurses and a few doctors found him insanely attractive. He was cherished by everyone, including the president of this hospital. But behind the charisma and the admiration lies an arrogant pervert. I can¡¯t believe he would say such things about me to people all because I didn¡¯t let him have his way with me. Fucking disgusting. I cross my arms and re at Sanders. ¡°He said that?¡± ¡°He sure did. Come on, the patient¡¯s blood is waiting.¡± Sanders says as he turns to leave the room. I follow him. ¡°Also, you can¡¯t address stubborn patients as nutcases or insane. It¡¯s inappropriate. This isn¡¯t a penitentiary. This is a hospital.¡± I say to Sanders. ¡°Stop talking, Rob.¡± He says. ¡°Um¡­ hold on. The name is Robyn. Only my close friends call me Rob. You¡¯re not there yet, okay? We¡¯re not even friends. And I really hate it when people call me Rob. It¡¯s Robyn, not Rob or Robbie.¡± I say. Doctor Sanders stops walking to stare at me. I cross my arms and look up at him. He¡¯s pretty tall. Probably 6¡¯3 inches tall. ¡°Okay, Robyn.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± I sh him a fake smile.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. As I assist Sanders with the blood sample I took earlier, I hum to Katy Perry¡¯s Roar. It¡¯s like a stress-free song. Each time I¡¯m stressed, I find myself humming to Roar. Doctor Sanders isn¡¯t all that bad. He¡¯s like Doctor Ri, the difference is that Doctor Sanders doesn¡¯t flirt like Ri. Which is nice. When Doctor Ri still worked here, he would constantly flirt with the nurses and residents, and oftentimes he would touch them inappropriately. I fucking despised him. The only good quality about him is that he was a good doctor. A surgeon, actually, and everyone adored him to the point they turned a blind eye to every one of his filthy habits. In the few hours I¡¯ve worked with Doctor Sanders today, he was always quiet. We barely had any discussion or conversation. And I liked that for a change. Doctor Ri was arrogant and he talked a lot to the point he always talked out of point. ¡°Robyn, can you stop?¡± Doctor Sanders asks. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Can you please stop humming to that song and tapping your feet on the floor like an old person? That¡¯s not attractive at all.¡± Okay, who cares? ¡°I hum to Roar when I¡¯m stressed.¡± I say. Doctor Sanders sighs as he rubs his temple. That¡¯s exactly what I¡¯ve been doing this past hour, annoying the shit out of Doctor Sanders. I¡¯m sure he¡¯s thinking about resigning already. ¡°Are you okay?¡± I ask, with mockery in my tone. ¡°Please, stop humming. I can¡¯t concentrate on that loud annoying humming. It¡¯s like the whistling of a kettle.¡± He says, with his extra, heavy Scottish ent. I roll my eyes. ¡°Sure thing, Sandals.¡± I mutter, purposefully calling him sandals. ¡°Sanders.¡± He corrects my wrong pronunciation of his name. ¡°It¡¯s Doctor Sanders for you. Not Sanders.¡± ¡°Okay. Doctor Sandals.¡± I say with a sly smirk. I¡¯m never calling him Doctor Sanders anytime soon. Doctor Sanders groans as he shakes his head and goes back to work. He¡¯s quitting tomorrow. I can tell already. Two ¡°Do you have a boyfriend, Robyn?¡± Doctor Sanders asks me after a long silence. I sigh and bite the inside of my cheeks. ¡°No. Why?¡± ¡°Nothing. I¡¯m just wondering how anyone can keep up with your loud humming and bad singing. I¡¯ve only known you for a few hours and I feel like quitting medicine entirely.¡± ¡°What?¡± I chuckle. I shake my head and roll my eyes. ¡°I¡¯m a fun person. I just try to stay positive and it seems it annoys a lot of people.¡± I roll my eyes. ¡°Yeah. A lot of the nurses here don¡¯t like you. They think you pretend to be too optimistic. You know, see the good in every bad situation.¡± Doctor Sanders says and I roll my eyes. ¡°And also, you¡¯re probably the most beautiful nurse in this hospital. They¡¯re just jealous.¡± Oh, damn. He¡¯s really got his way with words, huh? I don¡¯t care much about flirty words from men and I don¡¯t let it affect my sense of thinking. Men would say anything to get into a woman¡¯s pants. ¡°Don¡¯t tter yourself, Ms Denver. I¡¯m not flirting with you. I am a professional man and I like to leave it that way.¡± Huh-huh. ¡°Yeah, whatever,¡± I mutter as I get back to my work. In my peripheral vision, I see Doctor Sanders staring at me for a brief moment.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. ¡°I feel like we¡¯ll be good friends. You might even turn out to be my favorite nurse. So far you¡¯re not bad. Except for your annoying humming.¡± He says with a sigh. ¡°Thank you, Doctor Sandals.¡± I grin at him. He groans loudly and says, ¡°I take everything I said back.¡± I roll my eyes and chuckle. I¡¯ve always loved my profession as a nurse because I¡¯ve always loved helping people. I might not be a registered nurse yet, but it¡¯s my dream to help people. To assist them and take care of them when they feel like they are not going to make it out alive. I went to high school in the UK after spending a few years in Italy and graduated from Middle School. I graduated from Stanford University with a business degree, one of the best schools in the United States. Throughout my years at Stanford, I was tempted to quit, to run away. But I knew better than anyone to try and do something like that. But during my sophomore year, I knew I had to try and get away. I didn¡¯t know how, but I had to start from somewhere. I had to make ns so that I didn¡¯t leave any trail behind for my family to follow. Before I moved to New York, I lived in Italy with my family. Everything about my life and that of my siblings was nned by my parents. I came from a family with a long line of wealth. My parents are billionaires, with the police, the cops, the entire state in their pockets. They control everything just like they control the lives of my siblings and me. I couldn¡¯t get out, I just knew it even though I hadn¡¯t tried it then. I did things that I wasn¡¯t proud of. We were puppets to my parents and they were the ones pulling the strings. Whatever we were told to do by my parents, is what we do. And that includes our education, the things we wear, what we eat, and our rtionships. My father wanted us to be in the family business and he made sure of it. I was his assistant, handling everything that concerned the family business. The day I left Italy was four years ago. I¡¯d been living in a shell and I couldn¡¯t breathe anymore. I had made up my mind that I wouldn¡¯t let my parents have power over me. I had to get out, far away to a ce they could never find me. I had to leave the abuse, the hate, the control, and every negative thing that attached itself to my family. I had had enough. I didn¡¯t have control over anything anymore. My life was being controlled for me and I wanted to leave. To go somece to start afresh, with my past and my secrets locked far away. And I did just that. I entered my car one Sunday morning with nothing but my handbag and a bag full of cash as I drove out of the city without taking a second nce at the ce I¡¯ve always called home. Before I made that move, I had withdrawn little money from my ount over six months so my parents wouldn¡¯t suspect anything. I made it look like I was spending it on clothes. I created two offshore ounts with a different identity and deposited some of the money I earned from my parents as payment for working with them and my upkeep money during my sophomore year. I got a safe deposit in New York during the span of when I was schooling at Stanford. Everything was well nned out. I threw away my phone, my credit cards, and my identity card the minute I drove out of my family¡¯s estate and I never looked back. The minute I stepped foot in New York City, I told myself I would be better. That I had escaped hell and I was going to live my best life. Freedom. I had just taken a bold step and there was no going back. I¡¯m stronger now and independent. It didn¡¯t take me a week to get an apartment and get into nursing school. My roommate, Monique, is my best friend. She¡¯s the best thing that has happened to me in a long time and till today I¡¯m happy I met her in New York. She doesn¡¯t know who I am or the family I¡¯m from. I made sure of that. I wanted to start afresh and I didn¡¯t need anything that would remind me of my past, especially since I was in hiding. Today¡¯s Monique¡¯s birthday and I¡¯m supposed to pick up her cake from her favorite bakery after my shift at the hospital. I quickly changed out of my scrubs and got dressed in my proper clothes. Cream-colored sweater, ck jeans, and white sneakers. I tie my hair up in a loose ponytail as I grab my handbag and rush out of the hospital, not before waving to Tiwa, she¡¯s my friend too, and a nurse, goodbye. I slip inside my car and drive out of the parking lot. I drive straight to the bakery and pick up Monique¡¯s cake. I pay the bakery owner and hurry out of her bakery with Monique¡¯s cake. Myst stop is the mall. I need to pick up Monique¡¯s birthday present that I¡¯m supposed to give to her once I get home. I get out of my car with my handbag as I walk inside the mall. I walk toward the jewelry store. The salesgirl greets me as I pick up the customized, diamond ne I nned on gifting Monique. She saw it online and she liked it and always wanted to get it for herself. But Monique couldn¡¯t afford it because it was kind of expensive, (her words), and also, ording to Monique, there are better things to do with money. I pay for it, collect the receipt, and leave the mall. I unlock my car and slip inside as I toss my handbag on the passenger¡¯s seat. I ce Monique¡¯s birthday present close to her cake as I start the engine and try to back out of my parking spot. The loud bang and the rm of a car make me step on the break at once. Oh, shit, did I hit something? ¡°Oh, God. What have you done, Robyn?¡± I step on the gas pedal to quickly escape out of here before the owner of the car sees me and maybe something bad might happen after, but instead, I hit the car from behind again. I look down, frowning at my feet on the clutch pedal. ¡°Fuck.¡± I curse, shaking my head. How the hell did I pass my driving lessons? Oh, right. I didn¡¯t. My father didn¡¯t take any of his children to driving school. He just bought us cars and told us to ¡°figure shit out¡±. I groan and look up at the rearview mirror as someone steps out of the backseat of a car. Oh, shit. Not the Royce, not the freakin¡¯ Rolls Royce. It¡¯s the freakin¡¯ Rolls Royce. It¡¯s a ck Rolls Royce. The new model. The expensive model. Compared to my 2010 Toyota Camry, I just hit an expensive and luxurious car that obviously belongs to someone rich. When I left Italy, I didn¡¯t drive straight to New York. I sold my Ferrari halfway, took a train, a bus, and another train, just to make sure I wasn¡¯t being followed. Then I got a new car in New York. A car that doesn¡¯t scream ss, but also doesn¡¯t scream ¡°I¡¯m broke as fuck.¡± It wasn¡¯t really cheap, but also it wasn¡¯t a luxurious car. The first thing I see before the person steps out of the car is the expensive dress shoes. It¡¯s a man. A very tall man, I can tell by his legs. He shuts the car door and buttons his suit jacket while ring at me through my side mirror. ¡°Oh, shit.¡± I sink into my car seat with my hands on the steering wheel, gripping onto it for dear life. The man stops outside my driver¡¯s window as he res at me. Like, damn, how is he this handsome? I try to hide how perplexed I am at how attractive this man is as I stare at him as he stands outside my driver¡¯s window. He¡¯s tall, with golden skin, and his hair is a shade of dark brown that¡¯s perfectly styled and slicked back. His face is that of a model, without blemishes, and his nose, how the hell is it that straight? His lips are a dark shade of red and his eyes are the most beautiful pair of blue I¡¯ve ever seen. I almost got lost in his ocean-blue eyes. I gulp. He knocks at my window calmly as he res at me. With his dark brooding stare. The one you give your whining child who wants a lot of attention from you. ¡°Roll down the window, will you?¡± I read his lips. I stare at him and slowly shake my head no. I don¡¯t know this man or who he is, but I know one thing for sure. He¡¯s powerful and rich. I can literally smell the dominance and wealth from where I¡¯m sitting in my car. He¡¯s intimidating, the kind of people I don¡¯t want to get involved with because they remind me of home. Of my family in Italy. He looks like he¡¯s in haste as he knocks on my window again. Harder this time. ¡°Roll down the fucking window, will you?¡± I read his lips again. His eyebrows are knitted and he looks like he wants to break my car window and pull me out. Okay. Time to get out of here, Robyn. I step on my elerator as I speedily drive out of the parking lot. Far away from that hot stranger. Three I catch my breath inside my car as I shut it down. I¡¯m in the parking lot of my apartment building, head leaning against my car seat. I¡¯m stressed out of my mind due to the overtime I¡¯ve been working at the hospital. Today is Monique¡¯s birthday and I have to be there for her. I unlock my car, with the cake and my handbag in my right hand and the birthday present on my left as I shut the door with my foot. I walk into the lobby, greet the doorman, and head straight to the elevator. I press open the elevator as I step inside and press my floor button. The elevator rides up as I lean against the wall, tapping my feet on the floor impatiently. The elevator slides open and I step out, almost running into someone. ¡°Shit.¡± I curse. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry.¡± A masculine voice says. I bnce the things I¡¯m carrying as I look up. Tyler stands in front of me, dressed in his signature bad-boy clothes. ¡°Hello, Tyler,¡± I say, stering up a small smile. ¡°You¡¯re justing back from work.¡± Isn¡¯t that obvious? ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Are you guys having a party?¡± ¡°Not really. It¡¯s Monique¡¯s birthday today and I got her a cake. We are probably gonna have a girls¡¯ night together, nothing big.¡± I say, trying to sidestep him, but he moves to stand in front of me. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Robyn. I just¡­ I¡¯ve been meaning to talk to you for a while now and I know you¡¯re busy with work. I just¡­ would you be free tomorrow Saturday?¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± I smack my lips, feigning disappointment. ¡°I¡¯ve got work.¡± ¡°What about Sunday?¡± He asks, licking his bottom lip. ¡°Still gonna be at work,¡± I mutter, stepping to the left, but he moves to stand in front of me again. ¡°Can you get out of my way, Tyler?¡± ¡°Oh, I¡¯m sorry.¡± He runs his fingers through his hair and moves to the side. I roll my eyes and walk past him toward my apartment. I can feel Tyler¡¯s eyes on my back and it just creeps me out. Tyler stays in the building, right on my floor. I don¡¯t know the type of job he does and it has never crossed my mind. He goes out in the morning sometimes andes back in the evening and how do I know that? We always see each other in the lobby, the elevator, and even the parking lot. Tyler moved in two years ago and ever since then, he¡¯s found me interesting and I don¡¯t even know why. Each time we cross paths, he always stops me and tries to start a conversation which is always awkward. Tyler is attractive, but he¡¯s not my type. And like I said, rtionships are thest thing on my mind and even though I want to give someone a chance, it¡¯s definitely not going to be Tyler. I pull out my key, unlock the door, and push it open. I step inside the apartment and shut the door with my foot. The house smells nice like someone just made dinner. Monique isn¡¯t supposed to be at home until 8 in the evening, at least that¡¯s what she told me. ¡°Robyn.¡± I spin around at the sound of my name, my heart already dropped to the floor. ¡°Monique, what the fuck?¡± She smiles, her eyes scanning the things in my hand. ¡°Oh, Robyn, honey, did I startle you?¡± ¡°Oh, fuck off.¡± I turn around and head toward the kitchen with Monique on my tail. ¡°What are you doing here? You said you won¡¯t be back until 8.¡± I say, cing the items on the countertop. Monique stands on the opposite side as she leans her arms on the counter, her eyes on the already-wrapped present. ¡°You got me this?¡± Monique asks, a big smile on her lips as she reaches forward to grab the gift. I swat her hands away. ¡°Don¡¯t touch. You gotta tell me what you¡¯re doing here first.¡± ¡°I left early. It¡¯s my birthday, duh.¡± ¡°Right. I got you cake. We¡¯re gonna light up a candle and you¡¯re gonna make a wish.¡± I say. ¡°Can I open my present first?¡± Monique asks, giggling like a teenage girl. ¡°Yeah. Knock yourself out.¡± ¡°Okay. I¡¯m already ttered trying to open it.¡± ¡°Stop being a baby. It¡¯s nothing huge.¡± I wave her off, walking to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. I shut the fridge and lean my back against it as I watch Monique rip out the wrap. As dramatic as always, she slowly picks up the jewelry box as she opens it, mouth wide open and her eyes widened. ¡°You got me this?¡± she asks, giddily, picking up the ne as she ces it on her left palm. ¡°Oh, my god, Robbie. You bought me this? I mean you remembered? And you even got it customized.¡± I smile. ¡°Of course. Well, you won¡¯t shut up about it, but it¡¯s nothing.¡± She surprisingly wraps her arms around me in an embrace. ¡°You¡¯re a darling. I mean I love you so much, you can¡¯t begin to fathom.¡± ¡°Nah, it¡¯s okay. It¡¯s just a gift.¡± She pulls back, hands on my shoulders as she stares at me. ¡°This is not just a gift. This is what I¡¯ve been secretly admiring and this cost more than ten thousand grand. Where did you get that kind of money?¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. It¡¯s your birthday present and you deserve it.¡± Monique smiles warmly and hugs me again. ¡°Thank you so much, sis. I love you.¡± ¡°You¡¯re wee. I¡¯m starving. Is there any food?¡± I ask. Monique steps away, keeping back the ne inside the box. ¡°I didn¡¯t make anything. I just entered not too long ago when you showed up.¡± ¡°Right. I¡¯ll just order.¡± ¡°Great. Did you stumble upon Tyler in the hallway?¡± Monique asks, smirking as she wiggles her brows. ¡°Ew. What¡¯s that look?¡± ¡°It means Tyler is hot and you¡¯re single. There¡¯s nothing wrong with giving him a shot. I mean I know he lives in our building, and you¡¯re thest person who would date a man from our building, but dude, he¡¯s a charm.¡± ¡°That guy looks like a fucking serial killer. Like he creeps me out.¡± Monique raises her eyebrows. ¡°Seriously? You¡¯re the only person who¡¯s ever said Tyler creeps you out.¡± ¡°And look at his name. Tyler.¡± I groan. ¡°Names of men that will cheat on you and break your heart, Tyler tops that list. I don¡¯t like him.¡± And that¡¯s final. I¡¯ve never been wrong about anyone before, it¡¯s part of my superpower. And I mean it when I say Tyler creeps me the fuck out. He¡¯s charming, sure. Attractive, obviously, but he¡¯s not even my type. ¡°Yeah, whatever,¡± Monique mutters. ¡°Also, you¡¯re not gonna believe what happened today.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Well, you know about my recent gig. How I¡¯ve been modeling for Didi & Morgan, AKA D&M. The jewelrypany.¡± ¡°Yeah, I know them.¡± ¡°Well, there¡¯s this party tonight. Not just an ordinary party, but a really big party. You know the type, right? There are gonna be important people there. Well, my publicist talked to the person in charge and they did me a birthday favor. I got two invites. One for you and one for me.¡± ¡°No shit.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± Monique chuckles. ¡°You¡¯re in, right?¡± ¡°Damn, right, I¡¯m in. It¡¯s your birthday, we are doing whatever you want.¡± I say.Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. ¡°Thanks, Robyn. I know how you¡¯re with parties like this, but I¡¯m d we are doing this tonight. You¡¯re not gonna regret it.¡± ¡°I know I won¡¯t,¡± I say, but yet I don¡¯t trust the words that just left my mouth. I¡¯m definitely going to regret it. Four My parents are ballers. Back at home, my family and I were always storming parties. Parties that shake the city. Parties where billionaires are present. The minute I came here, I tried to stay away from parties like that so I wouldn¡¯t identally bump into a colleague of my parents or an acquaintance. Monique and I frequently visited clubs on the weekend to burn away some steam and stress from our jobs, and on some other weekends, we would drive outside the city sightseeing. Tonight is something different and a part of me is telling me I would regret it. Monique and I first met three weeks after I got my apartment, this apartment. It wasn¡¯t luxurious but it fitted my new identity. It had everything I wanted and it was just perfect. I wanted a roommate, someone I could trust. I had put up several ads online looking for a roommate and I got a few. I didn¡¯t like any of them. Then one morning when I went outside for a run, and I stopped by a cafe to grab coffee, that was when I met Monique. It was clear like it happened yesterday. Monique was sitting close to the translucent window as she toyed with her cup of coffee while constantly staring outside. Her braids were in a bun and her skin was like chocte, brown, and rich. Instantly, I knew we were going to be best friends. I walked up to her table and asked if I could sit. She didn¡¯t mind. There was a big luggage bag next to her and it looked as if she was on tour. We¡¯d talked and I asked her about her bag, joking about her being a tourist, but sheughed and said she just got into town and she was in desperate need of an apartment. And just like that, I offered her to stay and not pay half the rent. Monique insisted but I didn¡¯t let her. Later she told me she was into modeling and she moved to New York to secure better gigs. Monique started small, begging to be featured even if it was for free. But now, she¡¯s the model behind top brands in the city and there are billboards of her in every corner of the city. I¡¯ve never been this proud of someone else¡¯s achievement before. Monique is beautiful, a bit taller than me by three or four inches,pared to my 5¡¯6 frame. Her skin, unlike my olive skin, is a beautiful brown. She¡¯s slender, with little curves in the right ces and long-toned legs. Compared to my size 8 body, I have more curves than Monique. Monique and I maye from different backgrounds, but we share simr interests. And storming high-end parties isn¡¯t part of that simr interest. ¡°What are we gonna wear?¡± I ask Monique, pulling out my phone to order pizza. ¡°Yeah, about that. We have to look like we belong.¡± ¡°Yeah, well, there are a few dresses in my closet that I haven¡¯t worn since I got them. I could pick one from the flock.¡± I sh Monique a smile as I walk out of the kitchen, with Monique on my tail. ¡°Yeah. I could check my closet for a dress. I¡¯m sure there¡¯s something to wear in there.¡± I pause to look at her. ¡°You¡¯re serious?¡± I smile and shake my head. ¡°What?¡± Monique asks, throwing her hands in the air exaggeratedly. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind me asking. What are the kind of people that are gonna be there?¡± ¡°Billionaires, millionaires, maybe a few actresses, and businessmen. You know what I mean.¡± Monique wraps her slender arm around my shoulder. ¡°You¡¯re gonna like it. And if you don¡¯t, we are gonna leave there immediately. I promise.¡± ¡°Great. And just so you know, I don¡¯t have a problem with parties like these like you like to put it. I just don¡¯t like being in the same room as these rich assholes who feel like they control the world and everything in it.¡± Monique drops her arm. ¡°In a way rich people actually control the world.¡± ¡°God, I fucking hate you.¡± I groan, heading toward my bedroom as Monique follows, chuckling. ¡°And if we get lucky, we might actually get some tonight,¡± Monique says. That stops me right on track. ¡°What are we getting, Monique?¡± I ask, crossing my arms as I give her a judgemental look. ¡°Robyn, you know what I mean.¡± She smirks. ¡°I¡¯m not hooking up with a stranger.¡± ¡°Who says anything about hooking up? You¡¯re not a baby, Robyn. And in case you¡¯ve forgotten we¡¯re both fucking single.¡± ¡°For me, it¡¯s by choice.¡± And that¡¯s true. ¡°That¡¯s not the point. That coochie needs some. You¡¯re starving it.¡± ¡°Ew. Who still says coochie, by the way?¡± I ask, chuckling. Monique smiles.Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. ¡°Robyn, you need a man,¡± Monique says, her arms crossed as she stares at me like my mom would every time I¡¯d fuck shit up. ¡°Monique, I don¡¯t need a man. Why does everybody think I need a man?¡± ¡°Have you maybe sat down for a second and thought about why everyone thinks you need a man?¡± I scoff and shake my head. I fucking hate this conversation and where it¡¯s going. ¡°You don¡¯t even have a man, Monique. You¡¯re single, just like me.¡± ¡°Mine is not by choice. You know I¡¯ve dated a few men¡­¡± ¡°And things turned pretty ugly the minute you started dating.¡± ¡°Stop being judgemental.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not. I just want you to know that I don¡¯t need a man. I¡¯m happy the way I am.¡± I re at her and continue my journey down the hall. ¡°You¡¯re not dodging this conversation,¡± Monique says as I unlock my bedroom door and step in. ¡°Well, you¡¯re wrong. I am.¡± I say and shut the door in her face. Fuck. ¡°I hear you use your vibrator at night. You should get someone, even if it¡¯s a side-piece.¡± Monique says from the other side of my bedroom door, chuckling. I gasp. ¡°Fuck you, Monique Palmer! And stay out of my shit.¡± I groan. God, I hate it when she¡¯s right. I¡¯ve only dated one man since I moved to New York. His name was Damien. We dated for a year until I cut things off. He didn¡¯t cheat, in fact, he was too loyal. I was always absent in our rtionship because I was trying to graduate nursing school with good grades and I was always in my head. He was patient, and he tried to fix it even when I got a job at St. Jose. I got bored. I wasn¡¯t feeling it and I felt like Damien was too basic. He was too sweet for me and I knew in the end I was going to hurt him. So I had to tell him we needed to stop seeing each other. He didn¡¯t try to inquire why I was breaking up with him, it was as if he knew I was going to break things off sooner than he wished. Damien had smiled at me after I gave him the news as he walked away. I haven¡¯t seen Damien ever since that fateful day. I wasn¡¯t a big fan of hooking up with different men because I wanted to get off. I could always get pleasure without seeking men. Monique thinks a woman should always seek pleasure from men now and then. But I think otherwise. And ever since I broke things off with Damien, I haven¡¯t bothered to date anyone. I have hooked up with a few men and that was a year and a half ago and since then I haven¡¯t been with a man. Men have asked me out on several asions and even at my workce but I¡¯m not interested. Rtionships are overrated anyway. There¡¯s always so muchmitment that I¡¯m not prepared for. After what happened back in Italy, I am not ready to risk getting into a serious rtionship with anyone. Not now, not anytime soon. Five ¡°This is the venue?¡± I ask Monique, looking out the tinted window of her Maserati. ¡°Yup. Doesn¡¯t look like it, right?¡± She asks as she unfastens her seatbelt. ¡°The real shit happens at the top. Come on.¡± She tilts her head to the left as she unlocks the door. I expel a breath as I open my side door and step outside. I shut the door after me as I try to bnce my clutch under my armpit while pulling down my bodycon dress. Tonight I made sure not to over-dress. I¡¯m wearing a red corset dress, with a Vneck and a spaghetti strap, with matching white heels and a white clutch. Monique wears a strapless dark blue sequin dress that stops mid-thigh. Her ck heels are with straps that are perfectly wrapped around her toned legs, matched with a ck bag. Her braids are securely wrapped in a perfect bun. Damn, she looks really pretty. We walk into the lobby side by side as we head to the elevator. ¡°Are you nervous?¡± Monique asks as we ride the elevator. ¡°I¡¯m not.¡± And that¡¯s the truth. I¡¯m familiar with parties like this, all thanks to my parents. ¡°Great.¡± ¡°Are you gonna get drunk?¡± ¡°Probably.¡± Monique winks at me. ¡°Meaning you¡¯re nning on getting some tonight.¡± ¡°God, you¡¯re smart. You should too.¡± ¡°We¡¯ve been over this topic, Monique. I don¡¯t want a man.¡± ¡°And I get it. Trust me.¡± I turn to look at her. ¡°You do? That¡¯s a first.¡± I say as I turn to look at my reflection on the elevator wall. Monique rolls her eyes at me. ¡°I just mean you should let off some steam tonight. Just tonight. No regrets.¡± ¡°Please don¡¯t tell me this is like a sex party.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not. But rich people are capable of anything.¡± Monique says with a grin as the elevator opens and we step into a well-lit space. This ce looks like a club but with fewer lights and colors. There are no strip poles, so definitely it¡¯s not a strip club. There¡¯s a bar at the corner with a counter and barstools where you can sit and order different alcoholic beverages. There are a few couches scattered around with wealthy men and women already upying them as they talk andugh. There¡¯s a stage and Lora Reign, the RNB pop star, mounts it as she sings into a mic. She looks better than thest time I saw her. Dad brought her to Italy six years ago, during my parents¡¯ wedding anniversary. ¡°This ce is lit,¡± I mutter. ¡°Right?¡± Monique giggles. ¡°You¡¯re a child.¡± I smile at her. She nudges my side. ¡°I¡¯m just d you like it.¡± ¡°Monique Palmer.¡± A female voice calls as we turn to the source of the voice. It¡¯s a woman, a blonde, actually, dressed in a red floor-length dress with almost half her cleavage popPINg out. She¡¯s hot. And I feel like she tried too much. ¡°Lenore, hi.¡± The woman wraps her arms around Monique for a brief embrace before they pull apart. She gives Monique a quick once over and smiles. ¡°You look stunning. I¡¯m d Margot invited you tonight. I¡¯m sorry I didn¡¯t invite you myself.¡± Monique waves her off. ¡°It¡¯s okay.¡± The woman turns to look at me, trying to picture me if I belong here or not. I get it, most of the people here are models, actresses, actors, popr and wealthy businessmen and women and I don¡¯t fit into any of the categories. ¡°This is my best friend, Robyn. My plus one.¡± ¡°Right. I¡¯ve heard so much about you. I¡¯m Lenore.¡± ¡°Nice to meet you.¡± ¡°The pleasure is all mine.¡± She gives me a fake smile. What a bitch. ¡°Have fun.¡± Lenore waves at Monique and walks away. ¡°What a phony,¡± I mutter. ¡°Yeah, I fucking hate that bitch.¡± Monique says as she expels her breath. ¡°You wanna go grab a drink?¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± I say as we walk toward the bar. ¡°How did you two know each other?¡± ¡°We work for the samepany. Shawty thinks we¡¯re in apetition or some shit.¡± ¡°Damn. That must be hard for you.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not. I just have to avoid her and pretend like she doesn¡¯t even exist. It works well.¡± Monique says as we both upy the vacant barstools.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. ¡°What are you getting?¡± I ask Monique, going through the drink menu. ¡°A Negroni.¡± ¡°Great. I¡¯m going with Sex On the Beach. I can¡¯t remember thest time I ever got drunk. I¡¯ve been working my ass off.¡± ¡°Last week.¡± I turn to look at Monique. ¡°What?¡± ¡°You said you can¡¯t remember thest time you got drunk. So I saidst week. We got drunkst week.¡± I chuckle. ¡°You¡¯re a bitch.¡± Monique chuckles as she smiles. ¡°And about working your ass off, you need to wind down a little. If you don¡¯t get to secure a spot as a registered nurse at St. Jose, you could always work somece else.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not easy. I mean it¡¯s easy but I just love working there.¡± ¡°What are you scared of? You¡¯re good. You¡¯re good with the patients and people love you.¡± ¡°You mean the men love me. The women think I¡¯m a phony. They think I do too much.¡± ¡°They just jealous. You¡¯re pretty, you¡¯re hardworking, you¡¯re easily likable, so they scared. So they go about talking shit just because they are scared of you, sweetheart.¡± Monique says as she smiles at me. ¡°So I want you to wind down a little. You¡¯re stressing yourself too much.¡± ¡°Thanks. Where¡¯s the bartender anyway?¡± Monique waves at one of the bartenders as he approaches us. ¡°Ready to order?¡± He asks, eyeing me for a quick second before turning to look at Monique. ¡°Yeah. One Negroni and One Sex On The Beach. Thank you.¡± Monique says to the bartender. He nods, eyes me for another second as he walks away to prepare our drinks. ¡°Did you see that? The bartender was just eyefucking you.¡± ¡°No, he wasn¡¯t.¡± ¡°Of course, he was. He looked like he wanted to rip your clothes off and eat you. Well, I¡¯ve noticed a few men throw nces at you. You look hot.¡± I re at Monique. She smiles and giggles. ¡°I¡¯m not interested. I¡¯m not ¡®getting some¡¯ tonight.¡± ¡°Your loss. There are a lot of hot men tonight. I¡¯ve seen a few.¡± ¡°I wish you luck.¡± The bartenderes back with our drinks and ces them in front of us, once again staring at me longer than I¡¯d want. ¡°Is there something on my face?¡± I ask the bartender, grabbing my ss of drink and bringing it to my lips while maintaining eye contact with the bartender. He fakes a cough and asks, ¡°What?¡± ¡°I said, is there something on my face? You¡¯ve been staring.¡± The bartender blushes as he rubs his nape. ¡°Oh, I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m just¡­ you look really beautiful.¡± I raise my eyebrows and sh him a small smile. ¡°Thanks.¡± I pull out my credit card from my purse and give it to him. ¡°For our drinks.¡± ¡°Oh, sure.¡± He nods once and walks away, looking disappointed. ¡°You just hurt his feelings.¡± ¡°Well, fuck you very much,¡± I say as Monique chuckles, grabbing her drink and taking a sip. ¡°I¡¯m gonna be right back. I just sighted someone.¡± Monique says and stands up. She grabs her ss of drink and scurries away. I watch her walk toward a man and a woman who looks like they¡¯re having a friendly chat. The man is definitely trying to coerce the woman into his bed. ¡°Your PIN, ma¡¯am.¡± A voice says as I turn around. It¡¯s the bartender, stretching the POS machine at me. I input my PIN as he processes my payment and hands me my card. ¡°Thank you.¡± I give him a small smile as he nods and walks away. I roll my eyes, opening my purse to toss my debit card in. I take several sips from my drink as I scan the room filled with wealthy people. This party brings back memories, memories I don¡¯t want to remember. My eyes fall on a familiar face as I nearly choke on my drink. It can¡¯t be. I stare harder, trying to lie to myself that there¡¯s no way the universe can make us meet again after I hit his car. But, fuck no. The universe has other ns because he raises his head and our eyes lock for a long second, recognition embracing his facials. Fuck. It¡¯s him. It¡¯s definitely him. Just when I thought I was going to have a normal life, I hit a rich man¡¯s car and ran away and then I had to run into him at a celebrity¡¯s party. Aren¡¯t I the luckiest girl in the world? Six I stare harder, trying to lie to myself that there¡¯s no way the universe can make us meet again after I hit his car. But, fuck no. The universe has other ns because he raises his head and our eyes lock for a long second, recognition embracing his facials. Fuck. It¡¯s him. It¡¯s definitely him. Just when I thought I was going to have a normal life, I hit a rich man¡¯s car and ran away and then I had to run into him at a celebrity¡¯s party. Aren¡¯t I the luckiest girl in the world? With our eyes still locked in an intense battle, he raises his eyebrows, scowling at me like I¡¯m a rebellious child. I look away, knowing nothing good is going toe out of that look as I throw my head back and gulp my entire drink. I need to get out of here. ¡°Wow, now slow down,dy.¡± A masculine voice says beside me. I ce my empty ss of drink in front of me and turn toward the source of the voice. Omar Sharif. He¡¯s a Hollywood actor, a hotshot for a while until someone new and hotter overtook his throne. He¡¯s dressed in a dark blue suit, brown skin glowing. Well, at least he¡¯s hotter in real life. Omar puts up a flirtatious smile that I¡¯m already used to as he stretches his hand to me for a handshake. ¡°I¡¯m Omar. Now, who might you be, beautifuldy?¡± I look down at his hand, refusing to shake it. Omar looks disappointed as he pulls his hand away. ¡°I¡¯m Robyn.¡± ¡°Robyn.¡± He tests my name on his tongue as he smirks. ¡°Rare but unique. You look stunning, Robyn.¡± Omar says, slowly bringing his gaze down my body.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. Fuck, I hate that look. I hate it when men look at me like that. There is nothing pure about that look. They¡¯re simply telling you they don¡¯t give a shit about you, they just want you on their sheets. No pun intended. What an asshole. ¡°What do you want?¡± I tantly ask. Omar looks offended as he raises his eyebrows for a second. ¡°Um¡­ I don¡¯t think you know who I am.¡± ¡°Omar Sharif. You were Hollywood¡¯s hotshot for a while. Heard you got yourself a Bentley. You won¡¯t even shut up about it on social media. I know you, Omar, I¡¯m just not interested.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have to be a fucking bitch, you know that?¡± Now, he¡¯s being paranoid. ¡°You should be lucky I¡¯m here talking to you.¡± ¡°Yeah, because you¡¯re a god and I¡¯m a fucking nobody,¡± I say with sarcasm. ¡°Kindly fuck off, Mr. Hotshot.¡± I roll my eyes and look away, turning my head toward the direction I saw him earlier but he¡¯s not there. Is my mind ying a trick on me? ¡°You¡¯re gonna regret this.¡± Omar¡¯s voice draws me out of my head as I turn to look at him. He stands, giving me a stink eye as he buttons his suit jacket and walks away. Yeah, I definitely bruised his ego. My eyes meet the bartender from earlier as he looks away, pretending to wipe clean one of the cocktail sses. I stand up, desperately craving for fresh air, but thest person I expected to be standing in front of me, is standing in front of me, towering over me with his hands in his pants pockets. ¡°Look who it is. The car smasher.¡± He says, with a strange underlying tone that I can¡¯t recognize. He gives me a quick once over, bringing his eyes down my body to check me out before he locks eyes with me. His ocean eyes stare into my soul as I look for words. He¡¯s wearing a ck custom-made suit paired with a white dress shirt. His skin, golden. His dark brown hair is slicked back, with a few stubborn strands on either side of his perfectly shaped face. I¡¯d be lying if I said this man doesn¡¯t look attractive and good-looking. Right now, he looks like a god, watching me, scrutinizing me. ¡°You should close your mouth, anything could sneak in at this point.¡± Wow, he¡¯s a fucking asshole. I mp my mouth shut, not realizing until he mentioned that I¡¯ve been staring at him with my mouth wide open. ¡°Leaving so soon?¡± He asks, taking his hands out of his pants pockets. I open my mouth to say something, but then I decide against it and mp my mouth shut. Worst case scenario, I¡¯m just going to have to pay for his car that I hit. ¡°Not really. I wanted to get fresh air.¡± He nods. ¡°Enjoying the party then?¡± He asks like we¡¯re friends. ¡°I am.¡± ¡°So she can talk? For a second I thought you were mute.¡± He says. I hate the fact that he¡¯s fucking rude but yet his baritone voice sends chills down my sPINe. ¡°Look, I¡¯m sorry. I know I hit your car but I didn¡¯t mean to run away. I wasn¡¯t looking and I didn¡¯t mean to hit your car.¡± ¡°Twice.¡± ¡°Yeah. I may have not passed my driving lessons.¡± ¡°Right.¡± He nods once, bringing his eyes down my body for a second before locking eyes with me. I do not understand that look. But I¡¯m pretty sure the reason behind his look is not a good one. One look at him from my driver¡¯s window earlier today and I know he¡¯s a powerful man. I had to leave the scene of the crime as fast as I could. ¡°I¡¯m guessing you didn¡¯t think we would ever meet again.¡± True. ¡°Why did you run?¡± He asks, slipPINg his hands into his pants pockets. ¡°Look, it doesn¡¯t matter. I¡¯m gonna pay for it. If you want, I can send you the money for the cost so you¡¯d understand I¡¯m sincerely sorry.¡± ¡°Alright. It¡¯s $25, 000 for the cost. And an extra 10k for repairs.¡± ¡°What?¡± I want to pull at my hair and yell at him for being annoying. I stare at him, with so much anger running through my veins. I¡¯m angry that he has to be so calm and collected while I¡¯m trying so hard not to throw a tantrum. I can¡¯t read his looks because there¡¯s nothing to read. Not one ounce of emotion is sketched on his handsome face. It¡¯s just nk. ¡°35k for a scratch?¡± I¡¯m trying not to yell, but it¡¯s so hard not to when he¡¯s being a jerk on purpose. ¡°Your car wasn¡¯t totaled. It was a scratch, a little scratch and it wasn¡¯t on purpose. There¡¯s no way a scratch would cost $35, 000.¡± He expels a breath and takes a step forward until we¡¯re a few inches apart. He looks me in the eye and I don¡¯t back down either, matching his gaze. ¡°You know what? Whatever. I don¡¯t have cash with me right now but I can do a transfer.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t need your money, sweetheart.¡± Sweetheart? ¡°You just told me the repairs for your car that I scratched is $35, 000.¡± ¡°That¡¯s correct and I¡¯ve fixed it. You¡¯re gonna pay for it but I don¡¯t need your money.¡± Is he kidding me? How the fuck am I supposed to pay for it? ¡°Keep it at the back of your mind that you owe me.¡± He voices out, his voice calm and soothing. For the millionth time tonight, he slowly brings his gaze down my body, taking his time. Then slowly he smirks, a reaction I didn¡¯t seeing. ¡°Nice dress by the way¡­ Robyn.¡± Then he winks and walks away, leaving me standing there looking like an idiot and stunned. How the fuck did he know my name? Seven ¡°Okay. Tell me everything again, word for word.¡± Monique says on Saturday morning. We¡¯re both in the living room in our pajamas with Monique standing in front of me like she wants to give a lecture. Last night, after that strange encounter with ¡®him¡¯, I texted Monique that I was leaving. I had to leave. I couldn¡¯t stay there one minute with him on the other side of the room watching me. Throughout the night I could feel his eyes on my body, to the point it became weird. There was nothing pure about the way he looked at mest night. It was nothing like Omar Sharif¡¯s look but they sure had the same meaning. A woman clung to his arm throughout the night, whispering things I couldn¡¯tprehend but obviously knew the meaning. Monique had texted me back that I should leave without her and that we would meet at home. That was when I knew my friend had ditched me to hook up with a rando. I booked a ride, drank two more shots, and left the party feeling agitated. ¡°I already told you everything. I¡¯m not gonna repeat myself.¡± ¡°Okay. I¡¯mma make you understand something, Robyn. Lenore, that two-faced bitch, well she texted my publicist a photo of you and him talking and my publicist forwarded it to me.¡± ¡°What? How¡¯s that interesting? It was just a chat.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not the point. That man is Dominique Gray. The owner, sole founder, and benefactor of Gray Empire and its sisterpanies. One of the country¡¯s most sessful and influentialpanies. They own other smaller businesses like a nonprofit organization, a chain of hotels and restaurants etcetera. And you happened to smash and total his car and ran away.¡± I groan and stand up as I head toward the kitchen, Monique following me. ¡°For thest time, I didn¡¯t smash his car. It was a scratch. Maybe a bump? The point is it wasn¡¯t that big a deal like you¡¯re exaggerating.¡± ¡°The point is you ran away.¡± ¡°I panicked, alright? I mean I knew he wasn¡¯t some nobody with the way he was dressed. And it was a fucking Rolls Royce, so I decided to drive away thinking we would never meet. Fuck, karma is a bitch.¡± ¡°Damn. Please tell me you weren¡¯t thinking when you did what you did.¡± Monique crosses her arms as she looks at me with sympathy. I groan, with my elbows on the counter as I rub my eyes with my forefingers. ¡°I wasn¡¯t.¡± ¡°Damn. Howe you don¡¯t know Dominique Gray? He¡¯s fucking popr. He¡¯s literally a billionaire who¡¯s got everyone under 40 talking about him.¡± ¡°Wow. My bad that I didn¡¯t know anybody called Dominique Gray existed until today. I¡¯m a nurse. A nurse has no business with politics or some super hot billionaire.¡± Monique¡¯s eyebrows instantly elevate as she smirks. ¡°Oh, my god, you think he¡¯s hot.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t he hot though?¡± ¡°I mean I know he¡¯s hot. But hearing iting from you, it¡¯s almost impossible to believe. I didn¡¯t think you would call anyone hot.¡± ¡°Your point exactly?¡± I raise my eyebrows at my friend and she just chuckles. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it. Let¡¯s worry about the drama you may have invited into your life.¡± ¡°I feel like you¡¯re exaggerating. He may have said that just to make me feel guilty, I don¡¯t know. You just said he¡¯s a billionaire, which I believe, considering the cars he drives and the custom-made suits. What would he want from me in exchange for the car and the payment he made on my behalf?¡± ¡°Sex.¡± ¡°What? Then he¡¯s going to continue dreaming. What kind of a pervert tries to hook a girl on some silly mistake? I didn¡¯t mean to hit his car and run away.¡± I groan, rubbing my temple. Monique stares at me in silence, smirking like a creep. ¡°Why are you smirking?¡± ¡°Nothing,¡± she says and sighs. ¡°Maybe it¡¯s nothing. Maybe he didn¡¯t mean any of that. Maybe telling you you¡¯re indebted to him is just some corny act. Maybe and more maybe. We¡¯re just gonna pretend like the encounter you both hadst night was just a mere conversation and nothing serious.¡± ¡°Exactly. It¡¯s nothing. He¡¯s just trying to be an arrogant asshole. He¡¯s actually rude and arrogant.¡± Monique smirks and crosses her arms. ¡°Yeah?¡± ¡°I really hate it when you give me that look. I fucking hate it.¡±Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. Monique drops her hands and throws them up in mock surrender. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m just¡­ I don¡¯t know¡­ intrigued? Between me and you, is he hotter in real life?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve only seen him in real life so I can¡¯t answer your question.¡± ¡°Right.¡± Monique nods, opening the top cab as she brings out the coffee container. ¡°You know you would have avoided this if you¡¯d just got down, apologized, and sorted shit out.¡± ¡°Yeah. But yet, I ran away like a maniac. Fuck.¡± I groan, sitting on the barstool as I watch Monique brew coffee. ¡°And since we¡¯re talking aboutst night, who did you hook up with?¡± ¡°Omar Sharif.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing. I just¡­¡± I sh her a small smile. ¡°He¡¯s a dog, I know. I regretted it the minute he came on my face.¡± ¡°Oh, shit.¡± ¡°Yeah. You know how I hate it when men do that. That¡¯s just disgusting. He wanted me to spend the night but I refused. There was no way in hell I was gonnay next to that fuck.¡± ¡°Yeah. I guess that¡¯s why you sneaked in at midnight.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t sneak in,¡± she snorts and chortles. ¡°I came in through the door like a normal person.¡± ¡°Right.¡± I drawl. Monique shakes her head and pours coffee into two mugs. She pushes one to me and ces a bottle of milk next to my mug. ¡°And aboutst night, I¡¯m sorry I ditched you. That was a bitch move. I mean I dragged you to that party as my date, it wasn¡¯t fair of me to have left like that.¡± ¡°Wow. I¡¯m d you finally realized what you didst night was not cool. Not cool at all.¡± I say to her. ¡°Yeah, I deserve that. It won¡¯t happen again, I promise.¡± ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s okay.¡± ¡°You forgive me, right?¡± ¡°Like I have a choice.¡± I smile and Monique bites her bottom as we giggle at once. ¡°What are you doing today?¡± Monique asks when our giggles die down. ¡°Dr. Sanders wants me toe inter in the afternoon. For assistance with a few patients.¡± ¡°Who¡¯s Dr. Sanders?¡± ¡°Guess I didn¡¯t tell you then. He¡¯s this new Scottish guy who reced Dr. Ri. He¡¯s cool.¡± ¡°And he wants you toe in? Isn¡¯t today supposed to be your day off? We were supposed to be hanging out today because it¡¯s still my birthday.¡± ¡°Shit. How did I forget that?¡± I mutter, opening the lid of the milk as I pour in a little quantity. ¡°Because you didn¡¯t add me to your ns, which isn¡¯t cool, Robbie.¡± Covering the milk bottle, I look up at Monique. ¡°I¡¯m gonna ignore the fact that you just called me Robbie, which you know I hate because I love you. And secondly, I added you to my ns. We were gonna hit a club tonight and get wasted together. I didn¡¯t forget and you know that. It¡¯s the weekend and I nned on getting out as soon as I can. I¡¯m pretty sure there won¡¯t be much work at the hospital today.¡± Monique sighs as she stirs her coffee. I sh her a big smile and raise my cup of coffee to my lips to take a sip. ¡°Is Doctor Sanders hot?¡± Monique asks. I raise my eyebrows and smirk, dropping my cup of coffee on the counter after taking a sip. ¡°Seriously?¡± I smirk at her. ¡°What? I¡¯m just asking.¡± ¡°Well, he¡¯s Scottish. Take a guess.¡± ¡°Hot damn,¡± Monique says, smirking as she gulps her coffee. ¡°I didn¡¯t think you like Scottish men.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t recall telling you I¡¯m interested in Doctor Sanders. I just wanted to know if he¡¯s hot. Also, I don¡¯t care about ethnicity or race or different backgrounds.¡± I raise my eyebrows and smirk at Monique from underneath my eyshes. ¡°Mm-mm.¡± ¡°Well, do you think he¡¯s hot?¡± ¡°What the fuck, Monique? Why should I care?¡± Monique crosses her arms ¡°We should go grocery shopping. We¡¯re out of literally everything.¡± ¡°Yeah. And I¡¯m paying for groceries this time. No argument.¡± Monique says, throwing her head back and drinking thest of her coffee. ¡°You don¡¯t have to. I can pay for it.¡± ¡°I know you can. You¡¯ve been paying the rent for this beautiful ce over the years and the least I can do is pay for groceries. So, Robyn, let me pay for groceries. I know we¡¯ve had this talk on several asions but I¡¯m telling you again, let me pay for groceries and every other little thing, like the bills. I¡¯ve got money now, remember?¡± ¡°Right.¡± I smile at her, grabbing her mug and mine as I drop it inside the sink. ¡°Is that a yes?¡± Monique asks, leaning her back against the counter as she crosses her arms. I turn on the faucet to wash the mugs. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Great. I¡¯m gonna go shower and get dressed.¡± ¡°Sure thing.¡± Eight ¡°Heard about the party that¡¯sing up next weekend?¡± Tiwa asks, tying up her short dreadlocks into a ponytail. ¡°What party?¡± I ask. I¡¯m always thest one to find out about what¡¯s going on in this hospital. And every time, Tiwa is the one who gets to tell me what¡¯s going on, what¡¯s about to happen, and what has already happened in this hospital. Tiwa is Nigerian, with a light brown chocteplexion and natural dark, red lips. She¡¯s not that tall, almost the same height as me and she¡¯s really friendly. We hit it off immediately when we saw each other a few years ago, and we¡¯re like best buds in this hospital. She¡¯s a registered nurse now. We first met when she was a practical nurse but she¡¯s now a fully registered nurse. Tiwa left Nigeria about 8 years ago to study nursing and to work as a nurse in the United States and finally, she¡¯s living her dreams and I¡¯m happy for her. ¡°I know you love working as a nurse and I know you¡¯re oftentimes upied, but I feel like you¡¯re overworking yourself, darling.¡± Why does everyone think I¡¯m overworking myself? And it sucks more to know they¡¯re telling the truth. I overwork myself to escape memories that keeping back even though I¡¯ve pushed them far away to the back of my head. If I¡¯m not in the hospital taking extra shifts, I¡¯m being dragged to clubs by Monique to have ¡°fun.¡± And on rare asions, I¡¯m sitting at home binge-watching movies and series on Netflix and Amazon Prime. My friends think I¡¯m not living. They think I should be out there doing what every 26-year-old is doing. And that means hitting clubs, hooking up with strangers, sunbathing every weekend, and going on expensive trips and vacations. Back in Italy, that was my life, except for the hooking-up part. I was a closeted romantic, I believed in love, and I made sure my family didn¡¯t know about it until they figured it out themselves. To them, being a romantic is a sign of weakness, and no woman in the family is supposed to show weakness and they made sure to make us that way. Not to show any ounce of weakness by falling in love. ¡°Women are supposed to be the dictators of their lives and their love life. A woman should never show weakness to a man and should carry herself like the queen she is. Love is for the weak. Men should beg for your attention and your time.¡± My mother made sure we remember these words and never forget them. My mom taught me and my sister that falling in love was for the weak and thest thing you¡¯d want to be is weak. I kept on asking myself how the hell she and my dad got married only to find out my mother was betrothed to my dad on the day of her 18th birthday. Her parents were filthy rich, but they thought she was better off married sooner thanter. She was her parents¡¯ only daughter and she had three older brothers who treated her like she was nothing. My father never loved my mother, but they learned to tolerate each other and respect each other. Surprisingly, my father grew to care for and cherish my mother. She made a name for herself, and thest person you¡¯d want to mess with in my family is my mother. She never repeats her words twice, not for any reason and she never threatens. If she said she¡¯s going to ruin your life, she will. Me and my siblings were brought up to listen and to do whatever my parents told us. The food we ate, the clothes we wore, the countries we visited, when to take a break from the family business, and the men to date, were all determined by our parents. It was suffocating that I couldn¡¯t breathe. I came to this country with one thing in mind, to do whatever I please, whatever the fuck that makes me happy and that means living the exact opposite of the life I once knew in Italy. But yet I still walk down the street looking over my shoulder, feeling as if my past has finally caught up with me. I still live my life like my family still had their clutches on me, not willing to let me go. I go to parties and I scan the ces before I step in, just to be sure none of my family¡¯s acquaintances are there and then they¡¯d recognize me and soon enough my family would know of my whereabouts. I still live in fear. No matter the countless times I¡¯ve told myself that my family cannot find me, a part of me keeps reminding me they can find me if they want to, they just don¡¯t care enough. It¡¯s been four years since I left, and I still feel like sooner orter, my past is going to catch up with me. Sooner orter. And I hate that I¡¯m always vignt, always looking, scanning, just trying to be invisible as much as I can. I remembered the day Monique asked me why I was always so observant. She imed I was always looking for something that was not there. I gave her the only answer that crept into my head that instant. ¡°Life is a scary ce.¡± I pull out a rubber band from the pockets of my scrubs and I tie my hair up in a loose ponytail. ¡°Robyn?¡± Tiwa calls for my attention.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. I sigh and turn to look at my friend. ¡°Okay. I hear you. I get it, I¡¯m living my life like a lonely person, but I¡¯m not lonely.¡± Which is true. ¡°Okay¡­¡± ¡°I just don¡¯t care much about hospital gossip.¡± ¡°Who¡¯s talking about hospital gossip, Robyn? I¡¯m talking about the way you¡¯re living. You need to take a breather, my friend.¡± ¡°Got it.¡± Tiwa expels her breath. ¡°And about the party, everyone¡¯s talking about it. It¡¯s been a long time since Saint Jose did something remotely fun, not to mention a party.¡± ¡°Is it a party though?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a party. The board announced it on Monday, I think. You were busy in your head, you may not have heard about it.¡± ¡°What kind of party though?¡± I ask, not a bit interested, and Tiwa knows that. ¡°I think it¡¯s for the hospital¡¯s new stockholder. I hear he¡¯s a very attractive man.¡± Noah butts in, strolling into the locker room and opening his locker, and tossing in his work bag. Tiwa and I turn to stare at Noah who¡¯s already dressed in his scrubs. ¡°You took your uniform home?¡± ¡°Nope. Mine got damaged. This is new. Got it from the queen herself.¡± Noah says, brushing his hair out of his face. Noah is also a practical nurse like me. We are friends and he¡¯s a really jovial guy, a little effeminate but that¡¯s the thing that makes Noah really cute. He¡¯s part Canadian and part American. He¡¯s blonde, pale skin, a little on the lean side and he¡¯s shorter than me. ¡°You¡¯rete.¡± Tiwa points out. ¡°Yeah. I know. Shouldn¡¯t we be out there working though?¡± Noah asks, then he turns to look at me. ¡°And howe you don¡¯t know the hospital¡¯s having a party to celebrate and to introduce their newest stockholder?¡± ¡°Because Robyn doesn¡¯t have a life, that¡¯s why.¡± A high-pitched voice says. I can recognize that voice anywhere even with blindfolds on. Caroline Peters, one of the board members¡¯ daughters. She¡¯s a registered nurse, soon to be promoted to head nurse because of her mother¡¯s position even though everyone knows she doesn¡¯t deserve to be here. God, I fucking hate this bitch. And the hate is mutual. Every day of her life, she always finds a way to annoy the fuck out of my life. She doesn¡¯t want me here and she doesn¡¯t fail to remind me every day. I roll my eyes and m my locker shut, not failing to give Caroline Peters the stink eye. ¡°Eat shit and fall off a fucking bridge, Caroline.¡± I say to her, shing her a devilish grin. Caroline smirks as she looks at my two friends before turning to look at me. ¡°That mouth of yours is the reason you won¡¯t get a permanent job here.¡± ¡°We will see about that,¡± I say, taking two steps toward her, and then I mutter under my breath. ¡°Butt licker.¡± ¡°What did you call me?¡± Caroline asks, puffing up her shoulders like she¡¯s ready for a fight. ¡°Let¡¯s get out of here.¡± Tiwa says, hand around mine as she pulls me to start walking. ¡°I thought as much.¡± Caroline says. I shake my head at her as I follow Tiwa out of the locker room, with Noah behind us. Nine My lunch sits on my table cold and sad looking as I go through my phone, reading several articles about Dominique Gray and his Enterprise. There are not a lot of articles concerning his life or his personal life, except that he¡¯s 32 years old and he was born and raised in New York by an Italian mother and a father of French and American descent. I¡¯ve read countless articles about him and nothing is interesting about his life other than the fact that he¡¯s wealthy and he owns a lot of properties in the state and across the country. I skip through several pictures of him in different custom-made expensive suits, wondering how on earth he¡¯s 32 years old. This man looks like he¡¯s 28 and I can¡¯t spot any imperfections on his face in his pictures and even in real life. He actually looks better in real life than in pictures, I¡¯m going to give him that. Even in pictures, the man doesn¡¯t smile much. You can tell there¡¯s so much hiding behind that nonchnt and stoic look when you stare at him. So many secrets and mysteries. And why the fuck does that make him so hot and sexy? It¡¯s been over a week since we had that little chat and yet I can¡¯t get the fact out of my head that he told me I¡¯m indebted to him, especially when I know nothing about him. The man is full of mysteries, mysteries that I¡¯m yet to uncover. I lock the screen of my phone and groan into my palms. What have you gotten yourself into, Robyn? ¡°Trouble in paradise?¡± A familiar Scottish voice says. I raise my head in time to see Doctor Sanders pulling back the opposite seat and sitting down. He gives me one of his rare smiles as he pulls up the sleeves of hisb coat. ¡°There¡¯s no paradise.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true. You did tell me you were not in a rtionship. I wonder why.¡± I raise my eyebrows and bite my bottom lip, eyes scanning the cafeteria briefly. It¡¯s lunch break and I still haven¡¯t had my lunch. Today was hectic and as usual, I overworked myself. I turn to look at Doctor Sanders. ¡°Since you care to know, rtionships are thest thing on my mind right now.¡± ¡°I wonder why,¡± he mutters, leaning back against his seat as he stares at me. ¡°I¡¯m surprised you didn¡¯t say men are scum or men are full of shit.¡± I chuckle slightly. ¡°Right.¡± I roll my eyes, licking my bottom lip. ¡°How are you holding up?¡± ¡°Fine. Why?¡± ¡°Well, it takes a lot of courage andmitment to be able to handle the type of patient we handled today. You were brave, you didn¡¯t even flinch.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve dealt with that type of patient before?¡± And by type, he meant a patient with third-degree burns whoter died. ¡°Sort of.¡± Doctor Sanders watches me for a second as he nods. Today was hectic. The patient the paramedics brought in today was a woman who was suffering from third-degree burns. They¡¯d found her in an apartment with a man who was her supposed lover. He was already dead before the firefighters had gotten there but thankfully the woman was still alive, badly burnt beyond recognition. Doctor Sanders was in charge of her case and he asked me and two other residents to assist him in performing surgery. She died before we could prep her up. A womanter showed up in tears crying and wailing that the burnt, deceased woman was her wife. The deceased had told the woman that she was traveling for work two days ago, only to find out today that the deceased didn¡¯t really travel, she was camping at her lover¡¯s apartment who was a man and also dead due to a fire ident. I was the one who had to tell the woman that her wife was dead. When Doctor Ri still worked here, I was the one who was always asked to deliver bad news to the patients or the patients¡¯ families. He believed I could deliver bad news without making it sound all that bad and I knew how tofort patients even thoughforting them isn¡¯t part of our jobs. ¡°Who¡¯s your date tomorrow night?¡± Doctor Sanders asks, pulling me out of my head.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. ¡°Date? What¡¯s tomorrow night?¡± ¡°You forgot? How¡¯s that possible?¡± I blink my eyes trying to remember what tomorrow is. Oh shit, the party. Doctor Sanders smiles, shaking his head. ¡°Can¡¯t believe you forgot. You must have a lot going on in your head and your life.¡± ¡°Not really. I don¡¯t care much about hospital parties and Saint Jose doesn¡¯t throw them often.¡± ¡°So who¡¯s your date? Or are youing alone?¡± ¡°I aming with a friend.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good to hear. If you don¡¯t mind me asking, why did you be a nurse?¡± I lean back in my seat, arms crossed as I watch Doctor Sanders. He¡¯s a nice man, amodating, and patient, and he¡¯s easy to work with. One thing I admire about him is that he¡¯s a professional man, he¡¯smitted, and he¡¯s really good at what he does. And, I also noticed that a lot of the nurses and some of the doctors think he¡¯s really hot, something I¡¯de to terms with. He¡¯s an attractive man, and his voice, deep and masculine, paired with his Scottish ent makes him even hotter. Thest thing I would never do is have any kind of affair with a man from work, be it a sexual rtionship or a passionate rtionship. I find it to be unprofessional and distracting. But like they say, you can¡¯t control who you fall in love with. ¡°I genuinely love taking care of people and I also love challenges. The nursing job is challenging and it lets me work with people who are going through one condition and another. I¡¯ve always wanted to help people and make an impact in people¡¯s lives.¡± Doctor Sanders nods as he remains silent for a second before he speaks. ¡°You¡¯re doing well at your job, I must say. And I¡¯m proud.¡± ¡°Thank you, Doctor Sandals.¡± He groans and smiles. ¡°For a second there, I thought you¡¯d dropped the awful name-calling.¡± ¡°Sandals isn¡¯t awful.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± Doctor Sanders smiles as he nods. He opens his mouth to say something but he shuts it for a second, looking past my shoulder. Slowly, he stands up. ¡°See you at the party tomorrow, Denver.¡± He says as he pats me on the shoulder and walks away, my eyes glued to his form as I watch him disappear around the corner. Ten ¡°Damn, even his walk is sexy.¡± A voice says from my corner. I turn my head around to see Noah and Tiwa taking a seat at my table. ¡°Hey, guys.¡± I sh them a small smile. ¡°What were you and the sexy doctor talking about?¡± Noah asks, smirking at me. ¡°You think everyone is sexy, Noah.¡± I roll my eyes at him. ¡°Yeah, well, Doctor Sanders is hot and I think he may like you more than he¡¯d care to admit,¡± Noah says, cing his lunch on the table in front of him. ¡°What are you talking about?¡± I ask, staring at my two friends. Noah scratches his nape and turns to look at Tiwa. ¡°Tiwa, back me up please.¡± ¡°Nuh-uh. Not gonna do that.¡± I cross my arms and lean against my seat, my eyes fixed on my friends. ¡°Why would you say that, Noah?¡± I ask. ¡°Well, we¡¯ve seen the way he looks at you. He doesn¡¯t look at other people the same way he looks at you.¡± Noah says, opening his Tupperware and bringing out his chicken sandwich. ¡°And how would you know, Mr. Observer?¡± I ask. Noah turns to look at Tiwa for backup, but she acts like she doesn¡¯t know what Noah is going on about. ¡°Tiwa knows what I¡¯m talking about. I know you¡¯re thest person on earth who would date or have an affair with anybody from St. Jose but Doctor Scottish ent is super hot and I¡¯m a hundred and ten percent sure he has a crush on you. Like he likes you a lot.¡± Noah says and shrugs, taking a bite from his sandwich. I roll my eyes, not slightly interested in this choice of topic. ¡°He does look at you way longer than he would look at anybody else though,¡± Tiwa says, clearing her throat as she looks at me. ¡°I don¡¯t care. He¡¯s a great guy and I¡¯m d y¡¯all know workce affairs aren¡¯t my thing.¡± ¡°Neither is any type of affair,¡± Tiwa says. ¡°Wow. Why is everyone concerned about my rtionship life? I¡¯m happy being single.¡± ¡°Okay. We know that. But maybe once in a while, get some of that good stuff. And by good stuff, you know what I mean.¡± Tiwa says. ¡°She actually meant let a man¡­¡± ¡°I know what she meant, Noah.¡± I re at Noah from underneath my eyshes. Noah hums. ¡°Right.¡± ¡°I hate it when y¡¯all worry about me. I¡¯m fine. I¡¯m okay. Also, if I wanna get off, I don¡¯t need a man to get off. Call me old fashioned, I don¡¯t care.¡± ¡°Damn. The sex store is definitely earning a fortune because of you.¡± Noah says, lifting his bottle of water to his lips to cover the arrogant smile he has on. Tiwa chuckles, nearly choking on her spit. ¡°Fuck.¡± She voices out, still chuckling. ¡°Fuck you very much, Noah.¡± Noah drops his bottle of water on the table and says, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I didn¡¯t mean to be crude. I am joking.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not angry,¡± I wave Noah off. ¡°And since y¡¯all are so invested in my sex life, I don¡¯t own a lot of sex toys. And also, for the millionth time, I know you guys care so much about me, but please stop bringing up my sex life or myck of a partner.¡± ¡°Cool,¡± Tiwa says, throwing her hands up. ¡°Plus, you both are single. None of you are in a rtionship but myck of a man in my life seems to be a lot more interesting to you guys than the absence of men in your lives.¡± ¡°Goddamn,¡± Tiwa mutters, feigning hurt as she gives Noah a look. ¡°Okay. As truthful as that sounds it sure hurts as hell.¡± Noah says. ¡°Also, I was in a rtionship, and I got out a month ago because he was an asshole.¡± ¡°Yeah. And you know why I haven¡¯t bothered to date anyone recently. A lot of the men I¡¯ve gone on dates with started showing no interest the minute I mentioned I have a daughter.¡± Tiwa says, sighing. Tiwa was pregnant with a child when she moved into the country. Her baby daddy, who is also Nigerian, wanted an abortion but Tiwa wasn¡¯t ready to kill an innocent child. She wasn¡¯t prepared for motherhood either but she wasn¡¯t ready to get rid of it. She had raised her daughter by herself, providing her with the best life any child could ever ask for. I¡¯m so proud of her. She dated a guy for a year, they were serious, at least that was what we all thought until Tiwa caught him cheating. Long story short, he had married someone else while pretending to be in love with Tiwa. We all hated him so much, Noah and I even nned to attend his wedding just so we would raise our hands when the priest asked, ¡°Is there anybody here who believes these two shouldn¡¯t be married?¡±. Tiwa wasn¡¯t a fan of the n so we aborted it. She believed karma would deal with him sooner orter. I don¡¯t believe in karma, but I didn¡¯t tell her that. ¡°Don¡¯t you think you should maybe not tell these men you have a daughter when going out on a date with them?¡± Noah asks. ¡°You know? You should wait a week or two before you tell them you¡¯re a single mom instead of telling them on the first date. That¡¯s like a turn-off for a lot of guys.¡± ¡°L is part of my life. If anyone is willing to start a rtionship with me, then they should be made aware of the fact that I have a child and I¡¯m proud to be a mom. It¡¯s either they take it or they go fuck themselves.¡± Tiwa says. Noah expels his breath through his nose as he picks up his sandwich and takes another bite. ¡°So unlike you, we actually make an effort. Like, we genuinely believe there¡¯s a man for us out there and we¡¯re willing to take chances. But you don¡¯t take chances, you don¡¯t get to even meet them. And we understand. You¡¯remitted to your work and rtionship isn¡¯t your thing, we get it.¡± Tiwa says, giving Noah a look before she turns to look at me. ¡°I just want you to know that we genuinely care about you and we love you. So whatever decisions you make, we¡¯re okay with it.¡± ¡°Wow. Funny you said something like that two weeks ago and then you guys started bugging me about finding love just three days after.¡± ¡°Shit,¡± Tiwa mutters under her breath, as she leans her elbow on the table to scratch her nape. ¡°This time we mean it. I mean, I mean it. I¡¯m not gonna bring up anything that has to do with you finding love. And if I¡¯m gonna be sincere, sex toys give more orgasms than men.¡± Noah chokes on his sandwich at Tiwa¡¯s words. I smile, leaning back as I watch Noah cough loudly while Tiwa pats him on his back. When his coughing fit dies down, he opens his bottle of water and empties the bottle of water down his throat. ¡°Now I wish I could unhear that,¡± Noah says, earning augh from Tiwa and me. ¡°And in the near future, maybe give me a warning first before you say things like that.¡± ¡°Duh, you know it¡¯s true,¡± I say. Noah rolls his eyes. ¡°You¡¯re gonna be here, right?¡± Tiwa asks me. ¡°The party? Yeah. I¡¯m gonna be here. Might show upte, but I¡¯ll be here.¡± ¡°Of course, you¡¯ll show upte. Who¡¯s gonna be your date?¡± Noah asks. ¡°Is this date thing necessary? Is it like a theme?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not. You¡¯re gonna need someone by your side though.¡± Noah says. I give him a look and he rolls his eyes. ¡°The point is everyone¡¯s gonnae with a date.¡± ¡°Not everyone. Doctor Sanders doesn¡¯t look like he is showing up with a date.¡± ¡°Who¡¯s your date though? That¡¯s if you have one.¡± Tiwa asks. ¡°It¡¯s Monique. I invited her. It¡¯s obvious you¡¯re teaming up with Noah. I don¡¯t wanna be the oddball.¡± ¡°Right.¡± Tiwa nods. ¡°Monique? The model friend and roommate?¡± ¡°One and Only.¡± ¡°Cool.¡± ¡°Who¡¯s the new Stockholder though?¡± I ask, not because I care but because I can¡¯t imagine the hospital would be in dire need of another shareholder after already having three. Is the hospital in debt? ¡°No one knows. The only word I¡¯ve heard about him is that he¡¯s some self-made billionaire. We will find out tomorrow night.¡± Tiwa says. ¡°Right,¡± I mutter. *** ¡°Why would St. Jose need a new stockholder though?¡± Monique asks, turning the rearview mirror in my car to face her so that she can stare at her reflection while applying a new round of lipstick. We¡¯re parked in the parking lot of my workce. ¡°I¡¯m thest person you should be asking that. I know nothing when ites to what¡¯s going on in this hospital. All I care about is my patients.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Monique mutters sarcastically as she smacks her lips together. ¡°Is that a Fenty lipstick?¡± I ask Monique, grabbing the lipstick from her to touch up my lips that are already painted as I turn the mirror to face me. ¡°Yeah. Got it yesterday. It smells really nice.¡± Monique says, leaning toward me to stare at her reflection in the rearview mirror as she ruffles her curls a little bit to look fuller. I hand her back her lipstick as I clean the smear from the corner of my lips.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. ¡°You ready?¡± I ask Monique. ¡°Yeah. I hope this doesn¡¯t suck.¡± Monique says as she turns to look at me. I roll my eyes and unlock my side door. ¡°Don¡¯t get your hopes high. It¡¯s a hospital party, so it¡¯s definitely going to suck.¡± I say, getting out of my car as I shut it. Monique gets down and shuts the passenger¡¯s side door before rounding the car anding to stand by my side. ¡°Also, there won¡¯t be any partying, they probably just want to introduce the newest stockholder, share drinks,ugh at boring hospital jokes, and then they¡¯re gonna call it a night,¡± I say, leading the walk toward the entrance, with Monique by my side. ¡°Remind me why we decided to show up again?¡± ¡°Because everyone is gonna be there and Doctor Sanders thought it wouldn¡¯t be wise if I skip.¡± ¡°Doctor Sanders, huh?¡± Monique wiggles her eyebrows, nudging my side with her shoulders. I smile. ¡°Fuck off. Nothing is going on there and nothing is ever going to happen. And that¡¯s final.¡± I say, striding into therge hospital hall with a lot of my colleagues already gracing this establishment looking better than I¡¯ve seen them. ¡°Damn. If I get bored, I can always stare at sexy and hot-looking doctors. They fine as hell.¡± ¡°Huh-uh. Figures. This is going to be a long night.¡± I say, ncing around the room at the people I work with. The women are mostly dressed in sequin dresses and silk while the men are wearing suits. Like, damn. This looks like an engagement party already, with rich men and women dressed beautifully and elegantly. ¡°Definitely.¡± Eleven One thing St. Jose¡¯s staff are pretty good at is throwing good hospital parties. Ever since I started working here, St. Jose has thrown at least five parties tomemorate different events, I¡¯ve only attended one, thus making the second time I¡¯m gracing one of their parties. For a girl who lived an extravagant life and a life of luxury, I find parties like this boring. Actually, I find almost every party boring except the type where I had to hit the club on the weekends with my girls singing and getting drunk. There¡¯s nothing fun about parties like these. There¡¯s just talking, drinking,ughing at old boring jokes, more talking, and maybe two people flirting, and there is the part where you have to pretend like you¡¯re having the best time of your life. I push my hair to the side, letting it fall on my shoulder as I listen to Noah talk about hospital gossip. He already had Monique hooked as she smiled andughed at whatever thing he was telling her. Tiwa is going through her phone, giving so many orders to the babysitter who¡¯s babysitting her kid. I have been trying to pay attention and have ¡°fun¡± but I can¡¯t when Doctor Sanders is staring at me from across the room. Fucking hell. I don¡¯t mind being stared at and that is because of the family I grew up in. My mom raised us and treated us like assets. Assets to wealthy men¡¯s pockets. Whenever my family needed a donation, she made me and my twin sister look pretty and stand before wealthy men as we read out the speech she and my father wrote. ¡°Make sure you smile when you read this speech. Men like pretty little things with pretty smiles and a perfect body. A pretty smile alone canmand a man to do anything for you.¡± She¡¯d say. So I¡¯ve gotten used to men staring at me even if it gets creepy when they do it too much. The minute I stepped into this hall with Monique and I locked eyes with Doctor Sanders, he had been staring at me, but this time there was something different about the way he was looking at me. I knew I looked different, hotter even. I could tell by the men that won¡¯t stop staring at me. A lot of people in my workce are used to seeing me in shrubs and jeans, they literally can¡¯t imagine me in a dress. But tonight, I didn¡¯t try to look nice because deep down, I didn¡¯t want to be here. I wear a red, backless halter dress with a mermaid hem that falls right above my knees paired with clear white stilettos and a white purse. My brown hair is wavy, falling down my bare back. I take a breath, turning my head around toward the direction of Doctor Sanders. He¡¯s with Caroline Peters who won¡¯t stop talking, a female surgeon, and a male surgeon. We lock eyes for a second as he raises his ss of wine toward me with a small smile. I smile back, not a flirtatious smile of course as I raise my ss to greet him too and then I look away. ¡°Is that Doctor Sanders?¡± Monique asks at once, turning to face the Doctor that¡¯s across the room. ¡°Yup,¡± I say, bringing my ss of wine to my lips. ¡°Hot, isn¡¯t he?¡± Tiwa asks. ¡°Fucking right. He¡¯s been eye fucking Robyn all night.¡± Monique says, smirking. I groan and roll my eyes. ¡°Fuck¡¯s sake, ya¡¯ll give me a break.¡± ¡°Just saying,¡± Monique says, smirking at me. I shake my head, throwing my head back as I empty my ss of cocktail. I need more alcohol to get through this night in one piece. Thank god for my high tolerance for alcohol. ¡°I¡¯m gonna go get a drink,¡± I say, not waiting for their response as I turn around and walk off. ¡°Did you guys notice an attitude?¡± I hear Noah ask. ¡°A little. She gon¡¯ be okay though.¡± Monique says. ¡°She¡¯s probably horny,¡± Monique says, earning an eye roll from me. I am definitely horny, that¡¯s true, but that¡¯s not the reason behind my annoyance. My annoyance is that my friends are trying so hard to get me to go out with a man without realizing a man is thest thing I want. I can¡¯t remember thest time my heart beat for anyone. Actually, I remember, never. I may have been a closeted romantic before my mother seeded in getting rid of that romantic side of me, but I have never actually fallen in love. I don¡¯t know what love feels like, I¡¯m not ready to find out. I¡¯ve seen so many rtionships that started with love only to watch it crumble to dust. I don¡¯t crave romance but my friends are finding it hard to understand that. Monique once told me, even though she imed she was joking, that she was scared I was going to die lonely. At the time, I made her understand that the fact that I don¡¯t want a man doesn¡¯t mean I¡¯m lonely. I¡¯m far from lonely. There¡¯s so much I want out of life and men are thest thing on that list. If I get sexually repressed to a point I want a man, I could always get a new sex toy. It is always exciting when it¡¯s new. There is a lot of drama thates with hooking up and I¡¯m not ready for it. Also, growing up, I wasn¡¯t into the whole hooking-up-with-strangers lifestyle, it was more like my twin sister¡¯s thing. If I¡¯m willing to have sex, then it has to be with someone I¡¯m dating, even though it is all a transaction and there¡¯s no mutual feeling of love. But since I¡¯m not willing to date anyone, I have to make do with what I have. At least they don¡¯t catch feelings or STDs. I stop by the drink stand, looking down at my wristwatch to stare at the time. It¡¯s 9:15 pm. When the fuck is the main thing going to start though? ¡°Having a st?¡± A familiar Scottish ent says by my side. I turn around,ing face to face with a pair of green eyes. ¡°You could say that,¡± I say and sh him a small smile as I turn to look at the server, calling for his attention. ¡°I haven¡¯t had the chance topliment you. You look nice, Robyn.¡± Nice, huh? A man who wants to sleep with you would say ¡°hot¡± not ¡°nice¡±. Thest thing I want is another Doctor Ri drama. I don¡¯t want that, especially from someone like Doctor Sanders whom I have high hopes for. He looks like a man with principles and morals. I don¡¯t know what I will do if he starts to hit on me. God, gross. ¡°Thank you. You don¡¯t look bad yourself.¡± I say, turning to look at the server who¡¯s now in front of me. ¡°What should I get you?¡±Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. ¡°Tequ.¡± ¡°Tequ. Isn¡¯t that too strong?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not gonna gulp it down at once. A sip at a time.¡± I sh Doctor Sanders a small smile before turning to look at the bartender who¡¯s still standing in front of me, with the counter in between us. ¡°A ss?¡± The server asks. ¡°Yeah. That would do.¡± The server nods and walks away. I turn around to stare at Doctor Sanders who is wearing a ck suit paired with a white dress shirt. ¡°So, are you enjoying yourself?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Great. And you won¡¯t believe I don¡¯t know your first name. I only know yourst name.¡± Heughs, teeth white as snow. ¡°That¡¯s correct. It¡¯s Richard.¡± ¡°Richie?¡± ¡°Richard. I hate it when people call me that.¡± I chuckle. ¡°Yeah. Richie does sound like a pussy.¡± I blurt out, hating myself for blurting out like that. Doctor Sanders is surprised, his facials giving him away. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. The P word is a bad word, I shouldn¡¯t have used that.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay. ¡± I nod, turning my head toward my friends who look like they¡¯re having a fun time gossiping. ¡°Your drink, ma¡¯am.¡± The server says as I turn around. He stretches my drink toward me and I take it. ¡°Thanks,¡± I mutter, bringing the beverage to my lips to take a sip. The server nods and goes back to attending to other people. ¡°So¡­¡± ¡°See you around?¡± Doctor Sanders asks. I nod. ¡°Sure. I should join my friends.¡± I say, pointing my drink toward my friends. He nods, a small yful smile on his lips. I give him a smile in return and walk off toward the group. ¡°Ladies and gentlemen, I¡¯m sure you all are having a great time,¡± The president of St. Jose, Aaliyah Summers, greets as she stands on the stage in front of a digital podium with an embedded mic. She looks beautiful as always, with brown skin, long silky straight hair, perfect curves, and toned legs. I¡¯ve loved the woman since the first day Iid eyes on her. She inspired me, including her story. She was hardworking, polite, humble, unmarried, and she wasmitted to her work. Aaliyah Summers is not the type of woman you¡¯d see every day. I¡¯ve only seen her five times since I started working here. The first time we met was when she¡¯d requested to see me. I was surprised, shocked. I just didn¡¯t understand why the president of this prestigious hospital would know me, a practical nurse, not even a resident doctor, and even request to see me. She said she¡¯d seen me work and was awed at howmitted I was. Then she told me her story, how she also started as a practical nurse before she got promoted to head nurse. She then went back to school to get a PhD in medicine and to study more about medicine. She left the former hospital she worked at after getting a PhD before she came to St. Jose and started working as a surgeon. She became head of surgery three yearster and then she was promoted to President within four years. Seeing her again after thest time I saw her almost six months ago, made me smile. She¡¯s the real-life example of the quote ¡°Hard work does pay¡±. ¡°Not to keep y¡¯all waiting, we¡¯re gonna cut to the chase. I noticed some of us couldn¡¯t wait to hear the announcement before we rushed to get wine.¡± She joked, earning quiet chuckles from the audience. ¡°As some of you know, tonight¡¯s gathering is to celebrate, recognize, and wee our new stockholder. St. Jose is more than a hospital. Here, we are amunity, we are all families and we treat each other like one.¡± I don¡¯t think Caroline Peters knows the definition of family because she¡¯s a fucking bitch. ¡°In St. Jose, we are open to new opportunities to help more people and to provide quality and affordable services to everyone from all walks of life. So tonight, I¡¯d like to introduce to everyone our newest shareholder of our beautifulmunity, the sole founder and CEO of PharmaCare, one of the most innovative and influential pharmaceuticalpanies in the country, and the sole owner of Gray Empire¡­¡± At the mention of Gray Empire, I spit out my drink at once, eyes fixed on the stage as I pray and wish that who I think it is isn¡¯t about to walk into that stage. There¡¯s only one person behind that Prestigious legacy, and it¡¯s- ¡°Ladies and gentlemen¡­ Dominique Gray.¡± ¡°Oh, for fuck¡¯s sake!¡± The audience goes into a loud apuse, cheering as Aaliyah Summers wees Dominique Gray onto the stage, shaking hands with him with a big smile on her face like he¡¯s about to elevate us from the depths of poverty. Oh, yeah. We are definitely soaking in debt. ¡°Wait up? Dominique is St. Jose¡¯s newest stockholder?¡± Monique asks. ¡°Damn. I didn¡¯t see thating.¡± Yeah, me neither. ¡°So when you were telling me about his biography, why didn¡¯t you tell me he¡¯s the founder of PharmaCare, St. Jose¡¯s biggest supplier?¡± I ask, Monique. ¡°It escaped my mind. Also, what good would it do? Were you gonna quit your job, if you¡¯d known?¡± Monique asks, expelling her breath through her parted lips as she slowly reaches for my ss of wine. ¡°Do you think he bought a percentage of the hospital¡¯s shares just to get back at me?¡± I ask, my nose ring. ¡°Or is this his own way of reminding me of his superiority over me?¡± ¡°Nah, I don¡¯t think so. You¡¯re not that important.¡± Monique says, turning to look at me to give me an apologetic look. I re at her and cross my arms. ¡°You know what I mean. You only totaled his car, it¡¯s not like you ran away with his money.¡± ¡°Seriously? It was a scratch, nothing aggressive.¡± I re at Monique, snatching my ss of wine from her as I gulp down the alcohol. I am slowly getting drunk, I can feel it. This is thest ce I¡¯d want to be drunk. ¡°What are you guys whispering about?¡± Tiwa asks. ¡°I heard something about Robyn totaling someone¡¯s car,¡± Noah says, collecting the ss of tequ from my hand as he brings the empty ss to his nose to smell. He gags at once, scrunching up his face in disgust. ¡°Damn, this is strong,¡± Noah says, eyeing me suspiciously. ¡°I¡¯m not drunk,¡± I say, already pissed off at everything. My encounter with Dominique Gray is supposed to be over, he¡¯s supposed to be forgotten like a bad memory but fuck no, he found a way to walk into my life again like he fucking owns it. One look at the man and I instantly knew I should stay away from him, like far away. He¡¯s everything I¡¯d talked myself into staying away from the minute I came into this city, but instead, life is just messing with me. And like a bad dream, he¡¯s standing up there, addressing the audience but I can¡¯t hear a thing because I¡¯m not listening. I want to believe this is a bad dream, a bad dream I badly want to wake up from, but it¡¯s not. It¡¯s real. Slowly, Dominique Gray turns his head toward my direction, like he can sense my presence already with the way I kept ring at him from where I¡¯m standing, and for a long second, our eyes lock, both of us staring at each other. And for the first time, since I knew this man existed, I could simply read the look on his face and the fiery look in his eyes. He¡¯s started a game, a very dangerous game, and he has no intention of losing. Twelve The air is cold outside. I run my palms up and down my arms as I look down the road with different cars parked on the curb and in the parking lot. I had to step out. I had to breathe in fresh air because if I¡¯d stayed in there any minute longer, I may have caused a heartache for myself and maybe caused a scene. I still can¡¯t believe he¡¯s in there as the hospital¡¯s new shareholder. In fact, I thought after the party Monique invited me to, I was never going to see him again. But hell fucking no, he just happened to walk right back into my life and he¡¯s making me question my own sanity. Why can¡¯t he just go away and nevere back? ¡°Red does look good on you.¡± A familiar voice says. I turn around,ing face to face with him for the second time in three weeks. I lock eyes with his ocean-blue eyes, wondering how on earth he¡¯s always so calm when he¡¯s fucking corny. I¡¯m not dumb, behind this whole calm exterior, I can swear on my dad¡¯s life that there¡¯s a whole different man in there. And he knows I know that. For the first time since I found out this man existed, I took my time to stare at him. His perfectly squared jaw is tight like he¡¯s been clenching and unclenching them. He¡¯s attractive, but yet terrifying. He¡¯s annoyingly sexy and gorgeous, but yet dangerous. Dominique Gray screams power and ss. He¡¯s not your typical billionaire. Lying behind his custom-made suit is a dangerous man, I could tell the minute we locked eyes. He¡¯s the type of man you don¡¯t want to double-cross or mess with, yet he wears a calm exterior like a second skin. It¡¯s pretty obvious he built his wealth from the ground to the point where he is at the moment. You could tell when you see a rich boy who got handed a silver tter and a man who worked for it. Dominique Gray is no rich boy, nor is he nice. He¡¯s dangerous, he¡¯s corny, and he¡¯s maniptive. Dominique Gray slowly runs his eyes down my body, taking his time to check me out, and then he brings his gaze back to my face as he takes a step toward me so that we are a few inches apart. I can¡¯t read his look. It¡¯s just nk, but I¡¯m very much aware a lot is going through his mind right now. And I badly want to know what he¡¯s thinking. I¡¯m good at reading people. I can tell who you are by a quick observation, but not with Dominique Gray. This man is like a Rubik¡¯s Cube. Complicated. And that just makes me frustrated. And fuck me if he doesn¡¯t smell really good, like wood or pine, with a mixture of an expensive cologne. ¡°What are you doing here?¡± I ask him. ¡°It¡¯s the outside. People step outside for fresh air or privacy.¡±N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. ¡°I¡¯m pretty sure you know what I¡¯m talking about. What are you doing here?¡± I point at St. Jose. Dominique briefly smirks, eyes still fixed on my face as he says, ¡°This isn¡¯t about you, sweetheart.¡± I raise my eyebrows, arms crossed underneath my breasts as I stare at this man. I¡¯m still trying to figure out how he¡¯s been everywhere ever since that incident three weeks ago. ¡°It isn¡¯t about me, but yet, here you are as a new shareholder of the hospital that I work for. Why are you doing this?¡± I sound frustrated. ¡°Why did you purchase shares from St. Jose all of a sudden? What are you trying to prove? Is this some sort of scheme you have going on for you? I don¡¯t know, to tell me you have some sort of control over my life and if you wish anytime, you can just talk to the people that I work for to fire me because you own part of St. Jose all because I hit your fucking car?¡± I yell, and I sound exasperated right now. He¡¯s smirking. This motherfucker is smirking at me after my outburst. He thinks this is amusing. This is amusing to him, isn¡¯t it? God, I want to punch that smirk off his pretty face and rub his face against the pavement. Dominique looks so reserved, collected, and it just pisses me off. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. ¡°Look, I¡¯m sorry I hit your car. I¡¯ve said sorry a hundred times and I even offered to pay. You can¡¯t just barge into my life and try to fuck shit up.¡± And just like that, the smirk is gone, reced with a nk expression. ¡°What do you think this is?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. Why don¡¯t you tell me? You can¡¯t just tell ady she owes you all because she fucking hit your car¡­ and ran off.¡± I add, groaning under my breath. ¡°Well, actually, I can. And you do owe me.¡± I groan. Why¡¯s he so fucking difficult? ¡°I don¡¯t owe you shit. I offered to pay but you wouldn¡¯t take my money.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because I¡¯ve fixed my car and I don¡¯t need your money. You didn¡¯t think I would just let my car sit in my garage and wait for you to magicallye back so that you would pay for repairs? I know you¡¯re smarter than that, Robyn.¡± Robyn. My name sounded so foreign to my ears when he said it. So smooth. ¡°How did you know my name?¡± Slowly, he smirks, not a full smirk though, just the raise of his lips and then he licks his bottom lip and takes another step toward me, crowding my space. I step back at once, hitting my butt against a solid surface that feels like a car. It¡¯s a car. I¡¯m tilting my head up, looking up at this tall and domineering man. From head to toe, he reeks of power and dominance, and on a normal day, this is the type of man I shouldn¡¯t mess with. The whole calm exterior is just a trap, and what¡¯s hiding behind that exterior, I don¡¯t think I¡¯m ready to find out. Dominique smirks for real this time, taking up the little space in between us as he looks down at me, with my back pressed against a car. I¡¯m crossing my arms, eyes still locked with his as I match his gaze. I want him to know that I¡¯m not scared of him. To see that no matter how hard he¡¯s trying to scare me, I¡¯m not that girl who¡¯s going to cower. He needs to understand that I¡¯m not scared of him and that I¡¯ve handled men like him in the past. ¡°I don¡¯t know what games you¡¯re trying to y, but I¡¯m not interested.¡± ¡°Games?¡± Dominique asks, his voice deep and rich. ¡°You seriously think I bought shares from a hospital that cost me millions of dors just because I want to y a game with you? You can¡¯t be that daft, Robyn.¡± ¡°Then, what¡¯s this? What do you want? Sex?¡± ¡°Sex? Is that what you want?¡± Dominique asks, tilting his head to the side. I burst into a chuckle, still staring up at this man. Fuck, he¡¯s corny. Dominique watches me with little to no interest. He looks so reserved with his hands deep in his pants pockets. ¡°Nuh-uh. You can¡¯t do that. You can¡¯t put words in my mouth and nt them in my head. That¡¯s just shitty.¡± ¡°Mmm.¡± ¡°And I don¡¯t want sex, especially from you.¡± Dominique raises his eyebrows, a cocky smirk gracing his handsome face. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t make promises that I won¡¯t keep if I were you.¡± He says this slowly, taking his time. I feel like he¡¯s doing this to torture me. ¡°Yeah? Why don¡¯t we see about that? The fact that you¡¯re a billionaire doesn¡¯t mean you¡¯ll always get what you want.¡± ¡°And what¡¯s it you think that I want?¡± He asks calmly, but yet there¡¯s arrogance in his tone as he brings his eyes down my body. ¡°You?¡± Wow, what an arrogant prick. I¡¯m not stupid. I see the way he looks at me. I see the desire in his eyes and the hunger. I may not know what he¡¯s trying to get out of the games that he¡¯s ying with me, but I¡¯m never going to give him the satisfaction that he¡¯s going to win. Not this time. If he¡¯s used to having his way with everything and anything, he needs to understand I¡¯m not the type of girl he can easily subdue. He needs to try harder. I pull myself away from the car and uncross my arms to grip thepel of his suit. Shit, this man is built like a god. I can feel his strong abs through the suit material and how rigid he feels at my touch. He¡¯s trying so hard to keep hisposure at bay and he¡¯s good. With the way he¡¯s looking at me, he looks the least interested, but I can¡¯t be fooled. He¡¯s a man, and I¡¯m a woman, and I don¡¯t want to brag, but I know I¡¯m a beautiful woman. And he knows that too and that gives me a little power over him. With our eyes still locked, I slowly pull him toward me, and he lets me. Despite wearing heels, he¡¯s taller than me. I lean on my toes to whisper into his ear, ¡°I see the way you look at me. I can even smell the hunger from here¡­ Dominique Gray. I know you want to fuck me, desperately, if I might add, but you need to understand one thing; I¡¯m not every other girl, and you need to try harder,¡± I voice out, my breath warm against his skin. ¡°I don¡¯t know what little games you are ying, and you and I know you¡¯re ying these little games¡­¡± I pause to look at him and I¡¯m not surprised by the nk expression on his face. ¡°You¡¯re not gonna win. Not this time anyway.¡± Slowly, a smirk creeps up his perfect face as he grabs my hands on hispel and drops it by my side. His hands are strong, so masculine and I hate that. I hate that he¡¯s so calm. I hate that he¡¯s everywhere. I hate the way his voice is low and deep and fucking sexy. And I hate that I have to admit to that. I hate that he¡¯s so good-looking, arrogant, annoying, and at the same time mysterious. I fucking hate him so much even though we barely know each other. How can one man rev me up this much? ¡°I see you¡¯ve done your research, Robyn. But if you should know one thing, sweetheart¡­¡± Dominique takes onest step so that we¡¯re breathing the same air. My tits are nearly touching his suit material and I feel his fingers on the material of my dress. Dominique brings his right hand to my face as he slowly tucks my hair behind my ear. ¡°¡­you should know I don¡¯t have the luxury of time to y games with you or anyone for that matter. And if I want to fuck you like you¡¯re so confident about, I don¡¯t think you have it in you to resist. Well, not for long actually.¡± His words are so smooth and his voice deep. He knows what he¡¯s doing. He¡¯s pushing my buttons, pushing them to know how far he can push them before I break. What kind of man is he? My eyebrows are elevated by his arrogance and confidence, which for some reason, is just fucking hot. ¡°That¡¯s a lot of confidence, Mr. Gray.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not confidence. It¡¯s called fact.¡± ¡°Fact? The fact that you truly want to pin me against your wall and have your way with me?¡± I whisper, and just like that, his eyes betray him. There was a glimpse of desire in his eyes, even though itsted for only a second. I chuckle. ¡°Well, keep dreaming, you disgusting asshole. I don¡¯t like assholes, especially the rich ones. And for the record, I don¡¯t owe you shit. If you¡¯d never fixed your car, I would have done that for you, even though I fled the crime scene.¡± I say. There¡¯s a long silence, with none of us nning on putting an end to it. After what feels like an eternity, Dominique breaks the silence. ¡°It was nice talking to you, Ms. Denver,¡± Dominique says, looking down at hispel before he brings his gaze back to my face. He doesn¡¯t move or walk away. ¡°There you are. I¡¯ve been looking¡­¡± a voice says as Dominique and I turn toward the source of the voice. Monique halts on her track as she looks at the scene before her eyes. Dominique turns to look at me as he leans forward to whisper into my ear, ¡°ying hard to get doesn¡¯t suit you, Robyn. And sooner orter, you¡¯re gonna give in. And a little tip: you should wear red more often. It brings out the color of your eyes.¡± Dominique steps away as he turns around and walks toward the entrance of the hospital, a curt nod at Monique who¡¯s standing by the entrance starstruck, as he disappears behind the transparent double doors. Well, talk about aplicated man. With hasty steps, Monique rushes towards me. I look up at the sky and expel my breath through my nose with my arms enveloping myself. ¡°What the fuck was that about?¡± Monique asks, a big grin on her face. I furrow my eyebrows at her. ¡°The sexual tension¡­e on, that must have been something.¡± ¡°That was nothing.¡± ¡°That was not nothing. What did he whisper into your ear? And why?¡± ¡°Can we go home, please? I¡¯m tired and I badly want to get out of these heels so bad.¡± ¡°Yeah. We¡¯re gonna goe and you¡¯re gonna tell me what the hell just happened? That was a lot of sexual tension and you can¡¯t just brush it off like it¡¯s not nothing. That was obviously something.¡± I mutter, desperately wishing Monique would drop it. ¡°Right.¡± Thirteen ¡°Okay, so I¡¯m free to say Dominique Gray truly wants to fuck you?¡± Monique says on our way home that night. She¡¯s behind the wheel because I¡¯m too frustrated to drive. I¡¯ve been cursing, hissing, groaning ever since Monique started driving us back home. He¡¯s seeded. He¡¯s seeded in nting himself and his arrogance in my head and I just want to get him out. ¡°Please don¡¯t say the F-word, it¡¯s disgusting.¡± I groan, turning so that I¡¯m leaning my back against the car window. ¡°Yeah? You say the F-word all the time, Madam Mary.¡± I roll my eyes but smile. ¡°He¡¯s fucking disgusting,¡± I mutter under my breath, staring out the window at the nightlife. ¡°How so?¡± ¡°How could he want sex from me in exchange for his car that I smashed?¡± That must sound fucked up. ¡°So you¡¯ve finally confessed you smashed his car?¡± Monique grins as she asks. I shake my head, smiling. ¡°You¡¯re annoying.¡± ¡°So what makes you think he wants sex in exchange for his car? He¡¯s not that loose. He¡¯s a man with principles. I don¡¯t think he¡¯s that kind of man.¡± ¡°So what type of man do you think he is?¡± I ask Monique, with my full attention on her. Monique sighs. ¡°I don¡¯t know what you want me to say though. I¡¯ve never heard of it. That a man would want sex in exchange for a hit-and-run. Especially a man like Dominique Gray. This is something different. He¡¯s a billionaire, a popr one at that. Do you know what people would think when all of this gets out?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t care who he thinks he is, but he can go to hell for all I care.¡± ¡°I feel like he wants you to feel indebted to him.¡± ¡°For a scratched car? That¡¯s just stupid.¡± ¡°Or maybe it¡¯s something else. I don¡¯t know the man so I don¡¯t understand the way he thinks, but I can tell you that this isn¡¯t for sex. He could simply get sex from anyone and from anywhere. A man like Dominique Gray doesn¡¯t have to beg for sex or hold someone ransom for sex. Women would do anything to know what it feels like underneath or on top of him. So I can assure you, this isn¡¯t about sex.¡± ¡°I know. I literally called him disgusting and pointed out that he wanted sex from me.¡± ¡°What?¡± Monique chuckles. ¡°I know. That was just stupid. But what do you expect from me? Ever since that party, he¡¯s made it his mission to taunt me. Why me? Why can¡¯t he just leave me alone? The annoying part is that he doesn¡¯t want money.¡± ¡°He has money, you should already know that by now.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why he wants you to pay for repairs without using cash. Because he has cash and your cash would mean nothing to him.¡± ¡°And you think I don¡¯t know that?¡± I scowl at Monique as she shrugs. ¡°Maybe he likes you.¡± Monique blurts out, avoiding my gazepletely. ¡°You know, maybe he finds you attractive. And all of this is part of his own scheme of wanting and getting you. You¡¯re pretty hot yourself so that shouldn¡¯te as a shocker.¡± I scoff, ¡°I don¡¯t care.¡± ¡°Yeah?¡± Monique chuckles. ¡°Of course, you care. From what I saw a few minutes ago outside St. Jose, you obviously care.¡± ¡°Can we drop it?¡± ¡°Alright. Whatever you say, hon.¡± I sigh, biting the tip of my red-painted nails. ¡°Fuck.¡± I groan under my breath. ¡°What?¡± Monique asks, without sparing me a nce. ¡°Is he like my boss now? Dominique Gray.¡± ¡°What, no. He owns PharmaCare and not St. Jose.¡± ¡°I still feel like he¡¯s my boss, you know. He owns shares, remember?¡± ¡°You¡¯ve already said it, he owns shares, not ownership of the hospital. That simply means Dominique Gray isn¡¯t your boss, he just owns a percentage of shares in the hospital. He¡¯s funding St. Jose and in turn, he gets paid a percentage for the money he¡¯s invested.¡± ¡°How many percent do you think he owns? 40%?¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s a lot.¡± ¡°Well, he has money.¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± Monique says as she exhales. ¡°Whatever percent he owns doesn¡¯t mean shit to you. You have nothing to worry about.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°On second thought. Were you the one who offered to pay for the repairs?¡± Monique asks. She won¡¯t drop it, of course. What was I thinking asking her to drop it? ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Why, when he didn¡¯t ask you to? You brought this upon yourself.¡± ¡°What? I was just trying to be nice because I wanted him out of my hair.¡± ¡°Nice? Robyn, you hit the man¡¯s car twice and ran away. That¡¯s no definition of nice. You should have just apologized and heard what he had to say instead of just offering to pay.¡± I groan for the millionth time. ¡°Seriously, Monique, how do I get past this? How do I not see this man ever in my life?¡± ¡°Why so dramatic? Isn¡¯t he a pleasant sight? The man is hotter in real life. Plus, I¡¯d do anything to stare at him all day. He¡¯s like a freaking sex symbol. With the swag, the abs, the face, goddamn, everything about him is hot as fuck.¡± ¡°Ew,¡± I scrunch my face at Monique. ¡°That¡¯s just disgusting.¡± ¡°Well, he¡¯s hot.¡± ¡°I think everyone knows that. And he knows that.¡± ¡°Then why are you so hot and bothered like he¡¯s shit? It¡¯s obvious everything that¡¯s happening between you two is just a mere coincidence. Just like that party and St. Jose. And maybe, just maybe, the universe wants you to finally get involved sexually with someone.¡± ¡°And the universe happened to choose Dominique Gray, is that so?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a possibility, yeah.¡± I throw my head over the car seat. ¡°Oh, god, Monique, you¡¯re not helping.¡± ¡°What? I¡¯m just saying. That man is drop-dead gorgeous, which you¡¯re aware of. I just don¡¯t understand why you¡¯re angered by him?¡± ¡°Because he¡¯s disgusting. He¡¯s arrogant, which I hate most about him, and his confidence, I hate that too. And god, the way he¡¯s always so calm when he¡¯s the devil, god, that despises me. Andstly, he can¡¯t just throw it at my face that I¡¯m indebted to him, that¡¯s just bullshit. And the annoying part is that I know nothing about him. I¡¯ve done my research online and nothing useful came back.¡± ¡°You googled him?¡± Monique asks, chuckling. ¡°Yeah. What?¡± ¡°Oh, my god. You¡¯ve never googled anyone.¡± ¡°Yeah. I had to know who this man was.¡± ¡°Yeah?¡± Monique turns to smirk at me, with her eyebrows raised. ¡°God, I really hate it when you do that,¡± I say. She chuckles. ¡°From all the reasons that you listed, you know¡­ on why you¡¯re so angered by him, it sounds like you may be attracted to him.¡± ¡°Are you kidding me? I barely know this man.¡± ¡°I know. But that doesn¡¯t matter and you know it.¡± ¡°If you know me very well, you would know men like Dominique are a total turn-off.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± I¡¯ve seen men like Dominique Gray in Italy and trust me nothing goodes out of knowing them or getting involved with them. Men like Dominique are the kind of men I vowed to stay away from, no matter what. The wealth, the ss, the stance, and the power remind me of home; a home that¡¯s better off forgotten. Deep down you know that¡¯s not the only reason you despise him. It¡¯s because he sets your body on fire without even touching you and you hate that about him. Fuck it, I hate it when my subconscious is right. Everything about Dominique Gray is a sin. I may not know the man, but I know him quite enough to know I should stay away, no matter how alluring he seems, how seductive his smirks can be, or how maniptive he is, and how much he taunts me and at the same time makes me question myself when he looks at me. This is normal, I try to tell myself. I¡¯m sexually repressed, I haven¡¯t had sex with a man for a long time, and I¡¯m talking about a year and a half, almost two years, so it¡¯s okay to feel the way I¡¯m feeling right now by just standing so close to Dominique Gray, a very attractive male. It¡¯s normal. When I broke things off with Damien, I didn¡¯t bother to date anyone as I may have mentioned quite often. I was a workaholic and I used that as an excuse to not get involved with men. I did hook up with a few guys and that was what it was. A one-time thing. And as I said before, there are other ways to get off without letting a man stick his dick inside you. And that has been going pretty well for me until Dominique fucking Gray walked into my life. ¡°Okay, so I ran into Damien yesterday. I forgot to tell you, but boy, has he gotten hotter?¡± ¡°Damien?¡± ¡°Yeah. Damien, your ex-boyfriend. The one you broke things off with because you were not feeling the excitement thates with most new rtionships.¡± ¡°Wow. You¡¯re a bitch.¡± I say, chuckling. Moniqueughs. ¡°You did see him?¡± ¡°Yeah, I did. He looked different, hotter actually. I didn¡¯t know it was him until he called my name.¡± ¡°Wow.¡± ¡°Yeah. He asked about you though.¡± ¡°Did he?¡± ¡°Yup. He wanted me to give him your number.¡± ¡°Wait, when were you gonna tell me about all this?¡± ¡°I was a little upied. Please don¡¯t get mad. I was gonna tell you, I nned on telling you actually, but then I forgot. But I¡¯m telling you now.¡± ¡°Right.¡± ¡°I¡¯m thinking he wants to try again with you. Maybe things may work out differently.¡± ¡°Is that what he told you?¡±N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. ¡°No. I saw the look in his eyes. Damien still likes you.¡± ¡°Right,¡± I mutter, looking out the window. Thest thing I need right now is drama from a past fling. Damien and I may have ended things on good terms, but that doesn¡¯t mean I¡¯m going to run back to him because he¡¯s a better version of himself now. There was no spark or any sort of connection between Damien and me. It took me a while to realize I was never sexually attracted to Damien, it was more like I cared for him like I would care for a friend. The only thing that was great in our rtionship was the fact that he was good in bed. He did give me a few orgasms on multiple asions and I appreciated it. ¡°If that¡¯s your own way of bringing up my rtionship life, you¡¯ve failed. Miserably, might I add.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not¡­¡± Monique sighs. ¡°We all understand that you don¡¯t want to give anyone a shot, and that¡¯s okay. I¡¯m just talking about you and Damien. I literally thought he was the one.¡± ¡°Well, he wasn¡¯t the one.¡± ¡°You liked the sex.¡± Monique points out. I chuckle into the back of my palm, shaking my head at her. When myugh dies down, I breathe out through my mouth. ¡°Well, he was pretty good at it. But who cares? I don¡¯t want to talk about Damien or any man. I just want to go to bed and look forward to going to work on Monday.¡± And also get a particr ocean-eyed man out of my brain and how hot he makes me feel by just standing so close to me. I groan and lean into the car seat. ¡°Cheers to that.¡± Fourteen ¡°Hey, honey bunch. I don¡¯t think I will be able toe home tonight. Be safe and don¡¯t miss me too much. Kisses.¡± I sit on the bench outside St. Jose as I listen to Monique¡¯s voicemail that she¡¯d left on my phone when I was working. I roll my eyes at the voice note she¡¯d left and smile. Monique had told me she¡¯d met a guy at the gym a few weeks ago. She thought the guy was hot, she showed me his picture and I felt like he was okay. Maybe a Casanova, I didn¡¯t tell her that actually. He was too good-looking for his own sake. I think he¡¯d ask her outst week and she dly epted. It¡¯s not in my shoes to tell her Mr. Hot and Gorgeous is not the one, she¡¯s going to have to find out sooner. I assured myself that. Monique believes in love, in fact, she¡¯d always wanted to find the right guy, the perfect one for her. But the men she¡¯s been dating are the opposite of what she wants for herself. There was a time I told her to take a break from rtionships and their drama, she¡¯d told me she wasn¡¯t in any serious rtionship with anyone so there was no harm done.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. Today is Friday, one week after that confrontation between me and Mr. Dominique Gray and surprisingly, I haven¡¯t seen him, which I¡¯m d about. I haven¡¯t even thought about him, well, until now. I can still hear his voice in my head and the words he whispered. ¡°And if I want to fuck you like you¡¯re so confident about, I don¡¯t think you have it in you to resist. Well, not for long actually.¡± I don¡¯t know who he thinks he is, but he sure sounded confident. Like nobody, especially a woman, has ever said no to him before. He¡¯s probably used to getting what he wants and taking it. Well, he¡¯s going to have to learn the hard way that not every woman wants a piece of him. He might be drop-dead gorgeous and hot as hell, but I¡¯m sure as shit I don¡¯t want anything to do with him, his drama, or even his shadow. Maybe I¡¯m exaggerating, but who gives a fuck? I stalk my twin sister on Instagram, making sure not to double-tap. Although it¡¯s a fake Instagram ount, I still can¡¯t risk it. My family is capable of anything, including detecting it¡¯s me the minute I double-tap on a picture with a fake ount. My twin and I are nothing alike. We¡¯re not identical, Fraternal actually, but she¡¯s got the looks, the beauty, the charm, everything. One look at her, and you won¡¯t have a choice but to fall for her. She would do anything to please my parents and she always tried to prove to them that she was better than me. On the other hand, I didn¡¯t care. I always went about my business whenever I was given one. My job was to do as told and do it efficiently without fucking shit up. My parents hate mistakes and excuses, especially my mother. One thing I love about my parents is that they don¡¯t give a fuck about favoritism. Every child is equal in their eyes, including my older brother. No one is better than the other and they don¡¯t fail to remind us. Since my twin sister lived a life ofpetition, we¡¯re the least close even though we¡¯re twins. We talk, like strangers, of course, and whenever we try to hang out, we end up fighting. So it¡¯s pointless on my end trying to create a healthy rtionship between us. From the pictures and videos my sister posted, she¡¯s having a fun time in Spain, sunbathing naked and hooking up with beautiful Latino men. Probably still under my parents¡¯ control and in their shackles. ¡°Waiting for someone?¡± A voice asks as I look up, locking the screen of my phone. I clear my throat when I lock eyes with Doctor Sanders from the driver¡¯s seat of his Mercedes Benz. ¡°Not really. Just waiting for my Uber¡­¡± I look at the time disyed on the screen of my phone. ¡°He¡¯ste.¡± My car broke down yesterday. It was towed to the mechanic but I haven¡¯t had the time to drop by to check if they¡¯ve started working on it. ¡°Why don¡¯t you hop in and I¡¯ll give you a ride.¡± Doctor Sanders shes me a small smile. ¡°Oh, that won¡¯t be necessary. I¡¯m sure my Uber will turn up soon enough.¡± Doctor Sandersughs and smiles at me. ¡°It¡¯s just a ride, Robyn. It¡¯s the least I can do for your hard worktely at the hospital. Also, it¡¯s kindate. Please let me drop you off.¡± I look around, taking note of theck of cars in the parking lot, as I shift my gaze back to Doctor Sanders who¡¯s still watching. It¡¯s not thatte. It¡¯s just 9:15 pm actually and I can still wait a little longer for my Uber. But who am I kidding? This asshole is 30 minuteste already and I¡¯m hungry and exhausted. I sigh and stand up, throwing my phone inside my purse as I walk toward Doctor Sanders¡¯ car. I open the passenger¡¯s door and step inside, shutting it behind me. I turn to greet him and the smell that greets me is his expensive and masculine cologne and his vibrant green eyes. ¡°Thanks for offering to give me a ride,¡± I say, looking away to fasten my seatbelt as I take a breath. ¡°It¡¯s nothing.¡± He assures me with a small smile as he drives out of the parking lot and onto the road. ¡°Where do you live?¡± ¡°Jackson Street. It¡¯s not that far from St. Jose.¡± ¡°Alright.¡± The car falls into afortable silence as I look out the window. Doctor Sanders and I haven¡¯t had a proper conversation since that night at the party. We¡¯ve both been busy handling patients and with him offering medical care to them. Tonight, he¡¯s dressed in a well-ironed dress shirt with the sleeves pulled up to reveal his masculine arms, and as he drives, he constantly messes with his hair which only makes him more attractive. ¡°Would you like to grab a bite? I¡¯m hungry. I haven¡¯t had anything to eat since this afternoon. Work¡¯s been a little hectic.¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± ¡°I assure you it¡¯s not a date.¡± I smile, chuckling even as I watch him. ¡°What?¡± He asks. ¡°Nothing. It¡¯s just funny when you assured me it wasn¡¯t a date. I didn¡¯t think it was a date when you offered for us to grab a bite.¡± ¡°Oh. I don¡¯t want you to see me as a, um, what do I call it?¡± He sighs. ¡°You know what I mean.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± I nod. ¡°Sure, I would love to grab a bite. I¡¯m hungry. I haven¡¯t eaten anything either.¡± ¡°Great. I know this great ce. I¡¯ll take you there.¡± ¡°Alright.¡± In less than 15 minutes, Doctor Sanders is pulling up at a small, but fancy restaurant in an equally fancy neighborhood. I look out the window, trying to see if it¡¯s familiar but it¡¯s obvious I haven¡¯t been here before. Doctor Sanders turns off the car as he turns to look at me. ¡°You ready?¡± ¡°Mmm-mm.¡± I nod. He shes me a small smile and steps out of his car and I do the same, mming the car door shut behind me. The air is cold as I tuck my hair behind my ear as I follow him into the restaurant. A man approaches us by the door, asking us if we have a reservation, and Doctor Sanders tells him no. Doctor Sanders introduces himself and the man nods with familiarity in his eyes as he takes us to the corner of the restaurant by the window and tells us our waiter will be here soon. Doctor Sanders offers to pull out my seat for me and I wave him off. As I sit down, with my purse on the floor next to my feet, I take my time to admire this ce. This isn¡¯t just an ordinary restaurant. It¡¯s fancy and it¡¯s like it¡¯s made for people in the upper ss of society. ¡°How did you do that?¡± I ask. ¡°Do what?¡± ¡°Get us a table on such short notice.¡± ¡°The owner is a friend.¡± Doctor Sanders shrugs a shoulder as he nces around the restaurant. ¡°Wow. I didn¡¯t see thating.¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing really.¡± ¡°I mean I didn¡¯t think we would being here. A fancy restaurant in a high-end neighborhood. I was expecting a cafe or even a Deli.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± He mutters. ¡°Is this too much?¡± ¡°A little bit.¡± ¡°Do you want us to leave?¡± ¡°Oh, no. We are already here, let¡¯s put that to good use, Doctor Sanders.¡± ¡°Please call me Richard outside of work. The whole doctor thing is just a little weird outside of work.¡± I smile. ¡°Okay.¡± He nods. ¡°Thanks.¡± ¡°What are you having?¡± Richard asks and picks up the menu in front of him. I pick up the second menu and nce through it. Lots of different options to pick from. ¡°I¡¯ll go with the prawn spaghetti,¡± I say, closing the menu and setting it down. ¡°Great choice.¡± He says, cing his menu on the table as he looks at me. ¡°You know I¡¯ve been wondering, why the name Robyn?¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± I ask, but I don¡¯t get a response because we are interrupted. ¡°Hello, good evening. Wee to Pte Paradise. Ready to order?¡± Our waiter is a blonde male with a cheery smile. ¡°Yeah. I¡¯ll get asagna and thedy will get a prawn spaghetti. Also, add two sses of wine, please.¡± The waiter nods as he pens everything down and leaves. Richard turns to look at me, leaning back in his seat as he stares at me. ¡°Is there anything wrong with Robyn?¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± he smiles. ¡°All I mean is that you don¡¯t look like a Robyn though. It¡¯s a beautiful name, of course, unique actually.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Well, my parents thought the name suited me. My father would have dly gone with an Italian name like Allegra, obviously, since he¡¯s Italian, but my mom wanted a more German name for me. And that was how Robyn came to be.¡± That¡¯s half the truth though. ¡°Your dad is Italian, huh?¡± ¡°Yeah. Fully bred Italian. My mom¡¯s American. They grew up in this country. Illinois actually.¡± I say. Richard smiles and nods. ¡°Ever been to Italy?¡± He asks. ¡°Yeah. When I was like twelve. My father decided to take the family during Christmas. It was nice. What about you?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯ve not been to Italy, but I would love to someday.¡± ¡°Oh, I don¡¯t mean Italy. I mean, have you ever traveled out of the country?¡± I ask. ¡°Oh. Yeah. I¡¯m pretty sure you¡¯ve noticed that I¡¯m not American, by my ent. My parents came to this country when I was literally a baby. It took them eighteen years before they decided to take me to visit my home country. It was not like the United States, obviously, it was different. I loved it. Ever since then, we¡¯ve visited during the festive season. I¡¯ve been to South Africa once, work took me there. Then I¡¯ve also been to two other countries.¡± He casually shrugs a shoulder. This is the first time we¡¯re having a long conversation that doesn¡¯t concern work and it actually feels good, maybe because I¡¯ve been lying all through. Well, not every word that I spat out was an outright lie. My father is actually Italian, born and raised. My mom is white, fully American and she once lived in Illinois. And my name is actually Robyn, even though this good doctor thinks I don¡¯t look like a girl named Robyn. So, not everything was aplete lie. I may have omitted some private stuff that is best to be left private. ¡°Here is your food, madam and sir.¡± The waiter says as he ces the food on the table. Another waiter is by his side, with two sses of red wine on a tter as he drops them on our table. ¡°Will that be all, sir?¡± The blonde waiter asks. ¡°Yes. Thank you.¡± The blonde waiter nods as he leaves with the second waiter. I grab a fork, wiping it with a serviette before I start to eat. ¡°You said the owner is a friend. A close friend?¡± I ask, putting a forkful of spaghetti into my mouth as I chew. ¡°He¡¯s married to my sister,¡± Richard answers, with a fork in his hand as he starts to eat. ¡°Oh. You have a sister?¡± ¡°I do. What about you? Do you have any siblings?¡± I think about his question for a second, wondering if I should lie. ¡°Yeah. I have a twin sister.¡± ¡°Wow. Identical?¡± ¡°Nah. We¡¯re nothing alike.¡± ¡°I¡¯m guessing you¡¯re the prettier one then,¡± Richard says, staring at me from under his eyshes as he smirks at me. I bite the bottom of my lip, clearing my throat as I reach for my ss of wine to take a sip. As I sip from my ss, Richard watches me for a second before he clears his throat and reaches for his ss of wine, raising it toward me for a toast as he takes several sips. I ce my wine on the table and continue to eat. We continue to eat in silence until Richard speaks up again. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind me asking, why are you not dating anyone?¡± Okay¡­ that was unexpected. I stop eating, grabbing a napkin to wipe my lips. I gently dab the cloth against my lips as I drop it on the table. I open my mouth to answer Doctor Sanders¡¯ question but a familiar sight at the end of this luxurious and fancy restaurant puts my response on hold. Oh, for fuck¡¯s sake! Fifteen As if he can feel a pair of eyes staring at him, Dominique turns to look at me, eyes locking with mine for a long moment in an intense gaze. He furrows his eyebrows, a smirk slowly creeping up to his lips as he shifts his gaze to Doctor Sanders who¡¯s watching me patiently. Doctor Sanders slowly turns around to stare at what¡¯s got my attention which only makes Dominique stare at Doctor Sanders with squinted eyes. I know that look, I just don¡¯t want to believe it. Why on earth would he be concerned with who I¡¯m out with? ¡°You two know each other?¡± Doctor Sanders turns to look at me as he asks. ¡°Not really.¡± ¡°You were a little¡­ you know, surprised to see him. And distracted.¡± ¡°Oh. It¡¯s nothing.¡± I assure the doctor, locking eyes with Dominique again for a second as I look away. Why is he here? Why the fuck is he here? He¡¯s with a woman. I can¡¯t tell what she looks like because she¡¯s backing me, but from her backview, she sure looks like a woman with ss. Why would I expect less from Dominique Gray? A man with his standard would definitely go for a woman that mirrors his own. ¡°It¡¯s none of my business, but I don¡¯t think he likes the fact that I¡¯m sitting down and eating with you.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Dominique, I mean.¡± Of course, he knows him too. ¡°He¡¯s St. Jose¡¯s newest stockholder, I think all the staff knows him.¡± Doctor Sanders answers my thoughts as if I just spat that out. I definitely said that out loud. ¡°And aside from that, he¡¯s pretty popr.¡± Doctor Sanders adds. Right. And I didn¡¯t know he existed until a few weeks ago. ¡°I don¡¯t know that man. Well, personally, I mean.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Doctor Sanders replies and I give him a small smile. d he dropped it. As we continue to eat, I do my best to ignore Dominique Gray¡¯s piercing blue eyes, his burning gaze, and the fact that he¡¯s burning holes in Richard¡¯s back. ¡°So, back to my question¡­¡± ¡°Mmm?¡± I look up from my food to lock eyes with Richard¡¯s. ¡°What question?¡± ¡°Concerning why you¡¯re not dating anyone.¡± My mouth forms an O and I nod once. ¡°About that¡­ I¡¯m just not looking.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°Mm-hm. I¡¯m a little bit upied with my work and I¡¯m a hundred percent sure men don¡¯t want a woman who¡¯s toomitted to her work. I think they want a woman who¡¯s flexible with her time and her job, and I¡¯m not that woman.¡± Doctor Sanders gives me a small smile as he bites his bottom lip. Hot. ¡°True,¡± he nods. ¡°So you don¡¯t want to date anyone because you don¡¯t want anyone to expect much from you when you¡¯re not willing to give more?¡± ¡°When you put it like that, I sound like a fucking ass,¡± I say. Doctor Sandersughs. I¡¯ve not heard himugh before, I mean trulyugh, and it sounds nice. Deep and rich. ¡°Hope I¡¯m not intruding?¡± A familiar voice says at once. Doctor Sanders stops tough at once as we both turn to the source of the voice. Dominique fucking Gray is standing in front of us, hands in his pants pockets as he looks at me. ¡°Mr. Gray.¡± Doctor Sanders addresses the intimidating man. ¡°Doctor.¡± Dominique addresses Richard, taking his time to eye the doctor distastefully. If I didn¡¯t know who Dominique truly was, I would have thought he was jealous that Doctor Sanders was sitting across from me. ¡°I didn¡¯t know you two were dating,¡± Dominique says, shifting his gaze from Richard to me. ¡°We¡¯re not dating,¡± I say at once. And why does he care anyway? Dominique raises his eyebrows at me, a little smirk ying on his lips as he stares at me a little longer before turning to look at Doctor Sanders. ¡°Right. Of course, that would mean breaking a lot of ethical rules.¡± Dominique says, staring at Doctor Sanders a little longer than necessary with squinted eyes. What exactly is he trying to prove? ¡°Can we talk outside, Mr. Gray?¡± I ask Dominique, gritting my teeth as I stare at him. He casually shrugs a shoulder. ¡°Just one sec,¡± I say to Doctor Sanders as I follow Dominique Gray outside. ¡°Why did you do that? What exactly were you trying to prove by interrupting my dinner?¡± I ask when we¡¯re outside. ¡°Dinner? So it¡¯s a date then?¡± I exhale through my nose as I run my fingers through my hair. ¡°Why do you frustrate me on purpose?¡± Dominique raises his eyebrows, perfectly wearing his calm exterior like a second skin as he looks at me. ¡°It isn¡¯t my fault you¡¯re this fucking pretty.¡± He voices out, in his raspy deep voice that seems to do a lot of things to me in a second. I didn¡¯t see thating. I¡¯m speechless, mouth opening and closing as I think of anything, anything at all to say to him, but I¡¯m short of words. ¡°Where¡¯s your date?¡± I ask instead. ¡°Behind you.¡± He says, tilting his head toward something behind me while not taking his eyes off of me for a second. I don¡¯t bother to turn around. I can¡¯t believe his supposed date is around but yet he is flirting with me. ¡°You need to stop. Whatever game it¡¯s that you¡¯re ying, you need to fucking stop. I¡¯m not interested, not even one bit.¡± ¡°You really think this is a game?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. One thing I¡¯m sure of is that I¡¯m not fucking interested. Interrupting my dinner was unnecessary and you know that.¡± I puff out, trying to act intimidating but failing miserably. And the most annoying part is the nonchnt look he¡¯s giving me. Fuck, I hate him. Dominique takes a challenging stride toward me and I take one back. ¡°Please don¡¯te any closer.¡± ¡°Do I make you ufortable?¡± He asks, taking another step so he¡¯s in my space. ¡°Very.¡± He surprises me by chuckling as he licks his bottom lip. Damn, that was weirdly hot. Why¡¯s he this attractive? Fucking hell, what is wrong with me?Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. I¡¯ve never heard Dominiqueugh before, but fuck it if it doesn¡¯t sound better than I¡¯d hoped. ¡°You act like you hate me¡­¡± he says, running his fingers through my hair, and tucking it behind my ear as he wraps his big hand around my neck. For heaven¡¯s sake, why am I letting him touch me? Why can¡¯t I just push him away? ¡°You act like you can¡¯t stand me, but yet¡­¡± but yet what? For the first time tonight, Dominique lets his eyes travel down my body as they pause on my nipples which are slowly getting hard. I really need to get off because this is uneptable. How can he annoy me and gratify me at the same time? He is frustrating yet charming. He¡¯s so irritating but yet alluring. He¡¯s mysterious in every way but yet strangely provocative. ¡°You act like you loathe and despise me, but you and I know you want me to do things to you, Robyn.¡± He whispers and I chuckle. ¡°You wanna know what I think? I think you¡¯re a conceited, self-gratifying asshole, who thinks he can get anyone and anything whenever he pleases.¡± I whisper, eyes locked with his intense blue eyes that are the most beautiful pair I¡¯ve seen. Dominique leans closer, his lips hovering over my ear as he whispers, ¡°And I think there are better things you could do with this pretty little mouth of yours instead of spitting out things you don¡¯t mean. And you know what I mean. And trust me, I¡¯ve imagined you in that position and I have a feeling you¡¯ll love it just as much as I¡¯ll love it.¡± With a smug smirk on his annoyingly perfect face, Dominique pulls away, as he slowly takes his hand off my neck, leaving me cold, longing, and breathless. ¡°I¡¯m gonna see you around, Robyn.¡± He says, stepping away from me as he steps past me. I turn around, bewildered, as I watch him walk toward a car that¡¯s parked at the end of the parking lot. And from the passenger¡¯s seat, a woman stares at me intently, like she¡¯s trying to decipher who I am. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Sixteen DOMINIQUE ¡°Aren¡¯t we gonna address the elephant in the room?¡± Cami asks, turning around in her seat with her judgmental look. ¡°And if I may ask, what elephant is that?¡± ¡°Dom, you know what I¡¯m talking about.¡± Oh, I know what she¡¯s talking about, I¡¯m just not willing to talk about it with her. I turn to look at her, eyebrows furrowing as I run my gaze over my sister. Cami takes after our mother, brown eyes, olive skin, chestnut brown hair, and she¡¯s petite just like our mother. ¡°You two seemed like you were having a heated argument.¡± ¡°Are you gonna drop it or should I be forced to ignore you?¡± ¡°God, you¡¯re an asshole,¡± Cami says, shaking her head as she crosses her arms against her chest. ¡°Why exactly are you in New York anyway? Shouldn¡¯t you be back in LA preparing for your wedding?¡± I ask. It was a shocker when Cami visited New York a few months ago with a diamond ring on her finger and a man by her side. We all thought Cami was never going to get married, at least anytime soon, but then she surprised us. Cami is an actress, a regr face in Hollywood these past years, but then she took a break to invest her time in something else. That was how she met Anthony, the man she was getting married to. Anthony isn¡¯t all that wealthy but he¡¯s doing well for himself. Cami said he¡¯s a Tech engineer who works for apany that I know too well. I¡¯m happy for her. My brother and I aren¡¯t ready to settle down, it¡¯s nice someone from the Gray family is finally settling down. ¡°Just here for wedding shopping.¡± ¡°You could always go wedding shopping in California, Cam.¡± ¡°Well, it¡¯s more fun in New York.¡± She says as she shrugs a shoulder, avoiding my gaze on purpose. She¡¯s lying, but I¡¯m gonna drop it. My car pulls to a stop outside my house and Cami and I step out from the backseat. We shut the door as my driver drives the car toward the garage to park it. Cami walks ahead of me, climbing the steps as she pushes open the double doors. Inside, my house help, Helen, greets me. I give her a small nod in return as I head toward the living room. ¡°I¡¯m gonna call it a night,¡± Cami says as she stops by the foot of the spiral staircase. ¡°Sure. Just don¡¯t wander to my lounge though. You don¡¯t wanna see things that you¡¯re not supposed to see.¡± ¡°God, you¡¯re a pig,¡± Cami says as she starts to climb the stairs. I chuckle as I turn around and head toward my lounge. I¡¯m in desperate need of a drink, and maybe a cigarette to get through this night in one piece. I pour myself a ss of bourbon as I sit down on the red couch, gazing at the long swimming pool through the translucent wall at the end of the room.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. This lounge is like my safe haven, with the right amount of alcohol and the soundproofed walls. Ie here when I want to get my head straight, work from home, and on rare asions ¨C fuck. And tonight is one of those rare asions. There¡¯s a soft knock on the slightly open door as I turn my head from the translucent wall to the open door. Helen stands by the door with her hand on the knob and I wave her in. Helen is in her mid-forties. She¡¯s been working for me for at least five years and she¡¯s in charge of taking care of my house. I have a male cook whoes by four times every week to cook. Helen stays with me, but on weekends I send her home to be with her family. ¡°You ready to leave?¡± ¡°Yes, sir. I picked up your dry cleaning earlier today and they¡¯re perfectly stored in your closet, sir.¡± ¡°Thank you, Helen. How¡¯s your daughter doing?¡± ¡°Gabrie is doing okay, sir. Thanks to you.¡± Helen says, smiling. Helen¡¯s daughter has been sick for quite some time now and I was not aware. About two weeks ago, I had to confront her because she wasn¡¯t her usual self. That was when she told me her daughter was ill and the hospital bill was too expensive and she couldn¡¯t afford it. Helen is an immigrant without medical insurance and I offered to pay for her daughter¡¯s medical bills. Her gratitude was so genuine it took me by surprise. She even offered to work for me for free for at least a few months but I didn¡¯t let her. I told her she didn¡¯t owe me anything and I was happy to help. I slip my hand inside my suit jacket and pull a bundle of notes as I stretch it toward Helen. ¡°You can have that.¡± ¡°Mr. Gray, you don¡¯t have to¡­¡± ¡°Helen, please take it.¡± Her lips quiver, a big smile on her face as she slowly walks toward me. ¡°Go on, have it. It¡¯s for you and your family.¡± I say to Helen. With her knees nearly touching the ground, Helen receives the cash from my hand. ¡°Come on, Helen, you don¡¯t need to do that. You deserve it. Please stand up.¡± ¡°Thank you so much, sir.¡± ¡°That¡¯s okay. Terrance will drive you home.¡± ¡°Thank you so much, sir. I really appreciate your help.¡± I give Helen a small smile and wave her off. She nods, her knees nearly touching the ground as she turns around to leave, leaving the door slightly open. I slowly stand up, cing the empty ss of bourbon on the counter as I take off my suit jacket and toss it on the couch behind me. I pour myself another ss of bourbon and walk toward the translucent wall to stare at the night. My mind drifted to earlier today when I saw her with that Doctor. I¡¯m not blind, he obviously wants to fuck her, and I don¡¯t know if she¡¯s too blind to notice that or she doesn¡¯t really care. It¡¯s probably thetter. I was irritated and angered by the intimate nature of their dinner. It might look like a friendly dinner, but the doctor¡¯s intention is anything but friendly. He wants what I want and that just annoys me the most. I want her, I want everything that she¡¯s willing to give, and I don¡¯t mind going to any length to get it. When you¡¯re rich, a lot of people hate you or want to be you. And in my world, it¡¯s mostly the former. The opposite sex wants a piece of you because of money or connections, oftentimes, it¡¯s both. As a man with power and wealth and a man who knows what people want, I don¡¯t have to try hard to get what I want, especially women. It takes a lot of effort to get my attention and that includes men and women. But Robyn Denver didn¡¯t have to try, she only had to hit my car and run away, and just like that she had my attention. One look at her in that tight red dress that night at that party and she grabbed my attention by the balls and I made it my mission to know who she is. To know what she was and who she belonged to. But Robyn belonged to no one. She yed by her own rules and she doesn¡¯t fail to remind you that. And right now, I think I¡¯m ying by her rules even though I like to tell myself it¡¯s the other way around. She¡¯s got my full attention and I¡¯m not walking away anytime soon, not until I¡¯ve had a taste of her. As strange as it may sound, I¡¯ve never been this sexually attracted to a woman as much as I¡¯m attracted to Robyn. Robyn¡­ Sly, sexy, mysterious, feisty, and a hothead, all of which make her undeniably irresistible. Her fiery gaze can bring any man to his knees and I don¡¯t think she knows that, because one look at her and all I want to do is ruin her, to break her, and to show her there¡¯s so much I¡¯m willing to give if she just let me have her. Even if it¡¯s for a night. She makes me want to do things to her. Dirty, filthy things. I want her so bad I hate myself for it. I¡¯ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Robyn and I fucking hate that. I¡¯d never had to go any length just for sex, but Robyn has made it clear that she¡¯s not an easy catch. She¡¯s a challenge, and one thing I love more is a challenge. She¡¯s like fire and she¡¯s going to burn me. And as fucked up as it sounds, I want her to burn me. I barely know the woman but all I think about is her. Her smile, and her pouty lips that I want more than anything to please my cock. Fuck. The first day we properly met at that party, she was just another pretty face in the crowd, not until I approached her and I discovered she wasn¡¯t just a pretty face, there was something more. Something that I can¡¯t quite put my fingers on. Then the night at St. Jose when we had a heated conversation and she pointed out the fact that I wanted to fuck her, I guess that was when I knew I really wanted her, especially when she made it clear that she didn¡¯t give a fuck about me or who I was. If that didn¡¯t turn me on more. In my 32 years of living, I can count the number of women who have proven to be stubborn and even turned me down on one hand, that¡¯s how little in number they are. And in the end, they always sumbed. Everyone has a price, and the easiest way to get what you want is by having the right price that you¡¯re willing to offer. Women like to y hard so they don¡¯te off as cheap, but with the right amount I can get anyone to do my bidding. And oftentimes, I don¡¯t have to offer anything and these women are already on their knees begging to have my cock in their mouth and inside them. And when ites to the matters of sex, every woman wants to feel pleasure especially when orgasm is assured. ¡°Dom.¡± A voice calls in a quiet whisper behind me. I turn around,ing face to face with Sara Hudson, the Hollywood actress who¡¯s ever willing to satisfy my dick. On the big screens and to the world, Sara is a big star, with different men standing in a long queue to have a taste of her. But in my bedroom, she¡¯s a little slut who would do anything to get me off. ¡°You¡¯rete,¡± I say in a hoarse voice, striding toward her. ¡°Sorry. I came as fast as I got your text.¡± ¡°Mmm.¡± I bring my gaze down her body, taking note of her little green dress and how she looks good in it. The little chat I had with Robyn tonight gave me a hard-on and I desperately needed to get off. I could have taken care of it myself but I needed to feel something, someone, anything that is close to being Robyn. But Sara Hudson is anything but Robyn. She¡¯s my little whore, and whenever or wherever I am, she¡¯s always willing to deliver. I sidestep her and sit down on the couch as I look up at her. She¡¯s beautiful, with fair skin, long red hair, and the perfect ass, tits, and the perfect hip to match. She¡¯d gone under the knife a couple of times to acquire this look, but I don¡¯t give a shit as long as she¡¯s capable of doing what she¡¯s required of. With my arms syed on the couch and my right hand holding my ss of bourbon, I spread my legs for Sara. ¡°I have had a hectic day¡­¡± I begin, bringing the ss of bourbon to my lips as I empty the ss and reach forward to set it on the coffee table. ¡°Why don¡¯t you get to work?¡± Sara smirks, a vibrant and seductive smirk as she licks her bottom lip at my erection. She reaches for the zip at the corner of her dress and slowly pulls it down, dragging the dress down her body and to her ankles as she steps out of it. She¡¯s not wearing a bra but a whitece panties. Her tits are round, her nipples pink. As she slowly takes off her panties with her gaze fixed on me, I only wish Sara was somebody else. Someone with dark olive skin, brown eyes, long wavy brown hair, pouty red lips, and a little waist with the perfect curves to match. Robyn fucking Denver. I groan, trying to push her to the back of my perverted mind, but failing miserably. Sara goes on her knees, slowly crawling toward me as she kneels in between my thighs. I stare down at her with lidded eyelids as she unbuttons my pants and slowly drags the zip down, freeing my throbbing length from the depths of my boxers. As she drags her slender fingers down my shaft and tastes my aching head that¡¯s coated with precum with her lips, I throw my head back and shut my eyes, with my thoughts filled with filthy things that I want to do to Robyn and only her. I guess the minute I locked eyes with her in that tight little red dress, I knew I was fucked. Seventeen ¡°One Diet Coke for you¡­¡± Monique ces the coke in front of me. ¡°A milkshake for you, Tiwa.¡± Monique nts a cup of milkshake on the table in front of Tiwa. ¡°Thank you,¡± Tiwa says, her attention focused on the Jenga tower that we¡¯ve built. ¡°And¡­ an extrarge box of pizza for all of us.¡± Monique drops the pizza on the table as she sits down. ¡°Easy or you¡¯re gonna make all our hard work topple to the ground,¡± I say, slowly slipping out a Jenga block and grinning. ¡°How the fuck are you 26?¡± Monique asks me, opening the box of pizza. ¡°Go fuck yourself,¡± I say with a big smile on my face as I watch Tiwa pull out a block and everythinges tumbling down. ¡°Oh shit!¡± I chuckle, both palms covering my mouth. ¡°Oh, my God.¡± Tiwa giggles. ¡°And I just fucking won. Come on now, pay up, hon.¡± I smile, palms open for my winning prize. ¡°You guys bet on this?¡± Monique asks, a slice of pizza in her hand as she takes a bite. Tiwa groans and pulls out a hundred-dor bill from her bag and she ms it down on my palm. ¡°A hundred?¡± Monique asks, surprised. I hold the dor bill in both hands as I examine it with a huge grin before rolling it up and tossing it in my purse. ¡°You¡¯re eating without us?¡± Tiwa asks, dragging the box of pizza so it¡¯s sitting in the middle. ¡°I thought you guys were ying Jenga,¡± Monique says, rolling her eyes as she stuffs the remainder of her slice into her mouth. ¡°Heard from Noah yet?¡± I ask Tiwa. ¡°Has he returned from his mom¡¯s?¡± ¡°Nope. He¡¯s returning tomorrow, I think.¡± ¡°Mm-mm.¡± It¡¯s Saturday and our day off. Tiwa dropped by our apartment with her daughter L and I suggested we go out to eat and maybe do something fun. Monique didn¡¯t show up until this morning. Tiwa and I were about to leave when Monique showed up and she insisted on going with us. We decided to visit a skating rink since L, Tiwa¡¯s daughter, desperately wanted to visit one.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. ¡°Mommy, look at me,¡± L calls from the skating rink, effortlessly skating with a big smile on her face. I blow her kisses and she catches it. Damn, I love that kid. ¡°Say cheese, baby,¡± Tiwa says, with her phone camera on as she takes pictures of her daughter. ¡°She makes me want to have kids,¡± Monique says, taking a sip from her bottle of water. ¡°You¡¯re just bluffing,¡± I say, turning away from L who¡¯s skated away. ¡°I fucking hate you,¡± Monique says. ¡°Right.¡± I chuckle. ¡°By the way, how was your date?¡± I ask Monique, taking a slice of pizza from the box. ¡°She went on a date?¡± Tiwa asks. ¡°Yeah. With this hunk from the gym.¡± I say, smirking and wriggling my eyebrows. ¡°He¡¯s a pig.¡± Monique spits with disdain. ¡°It didn¡¯t work out?¡± I ask. ¡°He stood me up. That motherfucker fucking stood me up. The nerve. He couldn¡¯t even call or drop a text, the asshole didn¡¯t give a shit. I blocked him instantly.¡± Monique says every word with venom. She¡¯s sure mad. ¡°Why would he do that?¡± Tiwa asks. ¡°I don¡¯t care. I¡¯m d I dodged that bullet.¡± Monique scoffs, grabbing her bottle of water again and taking a gulp. ¡°So why did youe home this morning and notst night?¡± I ask. ¡°Oh. I forgot. I said I was gonnae home and tell you everything,¡± Monique begins with a big smile on her face. ¡°Last night, I was waiting for that piece of shit to show up and when he didn¡¯t show up, I was so infuriated I was ready to leave. Then this really hot guy¡­¡± ¡°Oh, boy,¡± I mutter. ¡°No, let me finish.¡± Monique cuts me short. I wave for her to continue. ¡°Well, he came up and asked if he could sit at my table. I said ¡®sure¡¯. He sat down and we got to talking, he was really interesting. His name¡¯s Dave¡­¡± ¡°Dave?¡± I scrunch my face at Monique. The name Dave is a total turn-off. Dave sounds like every married dad with kids who are obviously going to lie about it just so they can get in your pants. ¡°Yeah, Dave, duh.¡± Monique rolls her eyes. ¡°We started talking and we found out we were more alike than we thought. Dave and I took a walk and then¡­¡± ¡°He took you home?¡± I ask. Knowing Monique very well, she must have followed him home. She¡¯s a sucker for romance. If you want to get her attention, be nice to her and be sweet and romantic, I don¡¯t see anything stopping her from giving you her attention and her heart. ¡°Yeah. And we¡­ fucked.¡± Monique whispers, biting her bottom lip as she avoids our gaze. ¡°Girl. You¡¯re bad.¡± Tiwa says, smiling. ¡°You ain¡¯t kidding?¡± I ask. ¡°Nope. I ain¡¯t kidding. Damn, he was so good, we went all night. I think I¡¯m in love.¡± Monique smiles, biting her bottom lip. ¡°You mean with his D?¡± I point out, smirking as I grab another slice of pizza. Monique rolls her eyes and smiles. ¡°What about you?¡± Monique asks. ¡°What about me?¡± I ask, chewing the piece of pizza in my mouth as I wash it down with my Diet Coke. ¡°Did something funst night?¡± ¡°Fun? You¡¯re just trying to be annoying, aren¡¯t you?¡± I ask, shaking my head at my friend. Monique smirks as she wiggles her eyebrows. Last night felt like a dream. I mean I know it happened, I just don¡¯t want to think about it. I mean what was he trying to prove by doing what he did, acting all possessive and shit? I was having a great dinner with Doctor Sanders until he came and ruined things. Provoking me with his words and his damn calm exterior. When Doctor Sanders drove me homest night, he brought up the altercation between Dominique and me and I simply told him we may havee across each other before he became a stockholder. The next thing he asked me was if Dominique was bothering me and if I needed help putting him in his ce. I simply told him no and that I could handle him myself. Dominique Gray is not a threat, he¡¯s just an arrogant billionaire who wants what he can¡¯t have. And also, I don¡¯t think Doctor Sanders is any match for Dominique. If they had gone into a fighting match, I¡¯m pretty sure Doctor Sanders would note out with his face the same. And when ites to power and rank, Dominique can get away with anything, even murder. I don¡¯t know what¡¯s more infuriating about him. Is it his arrogance or his cockiness? Or probably both? I think it¡¯s both his cockiness and arrogance that makes me hate him so much it¡¯s bing exhausting. I mean how can one man annoy me and make me feel strange emotions at the same time? I¡¯ve never met a man who easily got under my skin as Dominique Gray. I want to fucking strangle him every time I see him. All of this shit is obviously hormones and maybe because I¡¯m sexually repressed. I need to get out there and get off. It¡¯s high time. Maybe this will help keep my head straight. I mean, think about it. When did I start getting sexually excited because a very attractive man whispered in my ear or challenged me? And not just any man, a man like Dominique Gray that I¡¯m supposed to be staying away from. God help me. Eighteen ¡°Robbie? We¡¯re waiting for deets.¡± Monique says, snapping her fingers in my face. I p her fingers away, yfully ring at her. ¡°There are no fun deets. Nothing happened, really. I just had dinner with Richard.¡± ¡°Richard? Who is Richard?¡± Tiwa asks, with Monique staring at me with a small smirk ying on her lips. ¡°Doctor Sanders.¡± ¡°Ooh.¡± They both say together, both girls wiggling their eyebrows and Monique going as far as biting her bottom lip. ¡°Y¡¯all are pervs.¡± ¡°Oh,e on. He¡¯s hot.¡± Tiwa points put. ¡°Especially with that ent,¡± Monique says, air-quoting the word ent. I roll my eyes. ¡°It was a friendly dinner. We talked mostly about work. Then Dominique Gray showed up and fucked shit up with his masculinity and dominance. Fucking asshole.¡± I mumble thest part. ¡°Dominique showed up?¡± Tiwa asks. ¡°Fucked shit up, how?¡± Monique asks. ¡°You know? Inquiring if we were dating and then it felt like he was threatening me that he would report us if we were actually dating.¡± ¡°No, he didn¡¯t,¡± Tiwa says with wide eyes and a grin. ¡°Well, he didn¡¯t use that exact word. I mean when I told him Doctor Sanders and I aren¡¯t dating, he was like, and I quote, ¡®Of course that would mean breaking a lot of ethical rules.¡¯ What does that mean anyway?¡± ¡°That he¡¯s jealous?¡± Monique shrugs her shoulders. ¡°Wait up. How did you two get to know each other anyway? You and Dominique.¡± I sigh, grabbing my bottle of water as I lean back in my seat. ¡°It¡¯s a long story.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll shorten it for you,¡± Monique says to Tiwa. ¡°She hit his car twice and ran away a few weeks ago. Then they met again at this party that I invited Robyn and they had a little confrontation and then they met at St. Jose. Just like that.¡± ¡°Damn. I sense chemistry.¡± Tiwa teases, grinning. ¡°Yeah? What about biology? Don¡¯t you sense that too?¡± I say to Tiwa, yfully ring at her. She chuckles. The familiar sound of my ringtone put a pause to our conversation as I reached for it from inside my jacket pocket. I stare at the unknown number disyed on my screen and send the call straight to voicemail. ¡°Katy Perry Roar? And I thought you¡¯d change your ringtone.¡± Tiwa says. ¡°What?¡± I ask, feigning innocence. ¡°That¡¯s her theme song. It means a lot to Robyn.¡± Monique adds. ¡°Yeah, well, it¡¯s old. Look for a new theme song. Or maybe get an iPhone so you don¡¯t have to use the songs from your ylist.¡± Tiwa says. ¡°Isn¡¯t that why Apple is losing a lot of its customers? Because they aren¡¯t allowed to choose a ringtone from their stash of never-ending favorite jams?¡± I point out, giving a defeated Tiwa a triumphant smile. ¡°Samsung to the world.¡± ¡°You and I know Apple isn¡¯t losing any of its customers.¡± Monique smiles at me. Yeah, I know that. I just don¡¯t give a shit. Monique is also an Apple user. She literally gets a new iPhone every year. The minute Apple releases a new smartphone, Monique is the first to pre-order. It¡¯s exhausting watching her spend a lot of money on technology such as phones. My phone rings again, sting Katy Perry Roar so loudly as I pull it out of my jacket. Same number.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. ¡°You should probably get that. Whoever they are, they are not nning on stopping.¡± Monique says, a familiar glint in her eyes that I can¡¯t quite put my fingers on. I groan and stand up. ¡°Be right back,¡± I say to the girls and walk to a corner to answer the phone. ¡°Hello.¡± ¡°Robyn?¡± A voice says on the other end. It¡¯s a man and he sounds really familiar. ¡°Damien?¡± I say to the other person on the phone. It¡¯s him. It gotta be him. There haven¡¯t been a lot of men in my life since we parted ways so I¡¯m pretty familiar with voices as with faces. ¡°Hello, Robyn.¡± I can hear the smile in his voice. ¡°You do remember my voice.¡± I exhale. Oh, I¡¯m gonna kill you, Monique. She probably knew it was him calling that was why she insisted I pick up. ¡°Hello, Damien. Yeah, I remember.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know if it was out of line, but I sort of bumped into Monique and I begged her to give me your number. I¡¯m sorry, I just wanted to hear your voice again.¡± ¡°That¡¯s okay. How have you been? How are you doing?¡± ¡°Good. New York sort of feels a little strange since my return.¡± ¡°Your return?¡± ¡°Yeah. I moved out of New York straight to Maine about two and a half years ago. I got this work stuff. I came back like a month ago.¡± ¡°Wow. I didn¡¯t know.¡± ¡°Yeah. Look, if you¡¯re not too busy this weekend or anytime you¡¯re free, could we grab a coffee and maybe talk about New York and¡­¡± he exhales on the other end. ¡°You know, just talk?¡± Damien says and Iugh. ¡°Yeah, of course. I¡¯m gonna have to check my calendar and get back to you.¡± ¡°Sure. That¡¯s cool to me. I¡¯ll be expecting a call from you.¡± ¡°No problem, Damien. Be careful, I¡¯m gonna see you soon.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t wait, Robyn.¡± There¡¯s a click on the other end as Damien ends the call. I sigh, staring at my lock screen as I head back to our table. ¡°Who was that?¡± Monique asks the minute I sit back down in my seat. L is back from her skating and she¡¯s eating ice cream and pie. She¡¯s sitting in between me and her mom with Monique on my left side. ¡°Oh, you know. Damien?¡± I stare at Monique as I answer her, my eyebrows raised. She smiles. ¡°Damien? The ex from three years ago?¡± Tiwa asks. ¡°The one and only,¡± I mumble. ¡°You two back together or what?¡± Tiwa asks. ¡°That¡¯s not happening. And I haven¡¯t heard from the guy since we parted ways until today.¡± I say. ¡°Did you know he moved out of the state?¡± I ask Monique. ¡°For real?¡± ¡°Yeah. He wants to meet and talk over a few drinks. I told him I was gonna look through my calendar, see if there¡¯s a free day.¡± ¡°I think you should see him. It¡¯s just a friendly meet-up.¡± Monique says. I expel a deep sigh. ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°You know, I thought he was the one,¡± Tiwa says, handing her daughter napkins to wipe her mouth clean from the ice cream smear on her lips. ¡°Right?¡± Monique smiles triumphantly. ¡°I thought that too, but little miss Denver over here was emotionally unavable.¡± ¡°Whatever,¡± I mutter. ¡°You know what I need right now? I just wanna hit a club tonight and get hammered and maybe get some.¡± I wink at my friends, grinning as I watch them smile brightly in return. ¡°You for real?¡± Monique asks. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Mom, what does ¡®getting some¡¯ and ¡®hammered¡¯ mean?¡± L asks, turning to look at her mom with her big brown eyes. Oh shit. ¡°Um¡­¡± Tiwa says, ring at me from under her eyshes and pleading for me to step in at the same time. ¡°It¡¯s the adult way of saying I wanna shop for junk food.¡± I sh L a big smile. Monique smiles and rolls her eyes. ¡°I thought we weren¡¯t allowed to eat junk food,¡± L says. ¡°Yeah. True. But sometimes you just need to make an exception even if it¡¯s for a day. We call it cheat day.¡± I say. L nods. ¡°I guess that¡¯s understandable.¡± ¡°Yeah, it is.¡± I wink at her. She giggles. Tiwa gives me an appreciative smile. ¡°So¡­ who¡¯s getting hammered with me?¡± ¡°I definitely am in. I gotta let loose a little.¡± Monique says. ¡°You always let loose, darling.¡± I grin at Monique. ¡°Oh, go fu-¡± Monique spills out, stopping halfway as she res at me and looks at L who¡¯s staring back at her. Monique clears her throat. ¡°Fudge you,¡± Monique says to me, discreetly giving me the finger. I chuckle. ¡°What about you, Tiwa? I guess you¡¯re noting out tonight?¡± ¡°No.¡± She sighs, tilting her head toward her daughter. We nod in understanding, not needing to pry for more information. As a nurse who works almost every day in a hospital as big as St. Jose, she barely spends time with her daughter. The few times she gets to leave work or a day off, she prefers to spend it with her daughter and I admire her for that. ¡°So, Club Rogue then?¡± I turn to Monique as I ask. ¡°Yup. But why Club Rogue?¡± ¡°They just refurbished and changed the ce up. We should check it out. It was once the hottest club in the city to party. Still is.¡± ¡°True. It¡¯s a ce where bad boy billionaires and millionaires like to visit. You¡¯re definitely gonna get some.¡± Monique winks at me. Definitely. Nineteen ¡°Vo, what do you think?¡± Monique appears in my room as she does a 360 and poses for me, a smirk gracing her lips. I swivel around in my dresser chair as I look at her, ncing at the outfit and her look. ¡°Are you gonna say something anytime soon?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you think it¡¯s a little slutty?¡± ¡°Great. That¡¯s what I was going for.¡± She says as she smiles and walks toward my dresser mirror, standing beside me as she cleans the smear of lipstick on the corner of her lips and smacks her lips together. ¡°I thought we were going for hot-and-sexy today,¡± I say, running my fingers through my wavy hair as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. ¡°Ugh. I thought this looked good.¡± ¡°You look good, really. With the whole denim shorts and crop top and boots. I¡¯m wearing a dress.¡± ¡°Yeah, you should fit that tight ass in a dress. You¡¯re not gonna get some in some jeans anyway.¡± ¡°There¡¯s nothing wrong with wearing jeans.¡± ¡°I know. But men stare at women in dresses more than they stare at women in jeans.¡± I sigh, tucking my hair behind my ear as I stare at my reflection. Why the fuck am I backing out? I thought tonight was about gettingid. ¡°Why do I have a feeling you¡¯re about to back out?¡± Monique asks, swiveling the chair around so we¡¯re staring at each other. I breathe out and stand up as I walk toward my closet. ¡°I¡¯m not. I¡¯m just rethinking my life choices, that¡¯s all.¡± ¡°Tonight should be about you getting your hands on a really sexy man and gettingid, but you¡¯re not gonna achieve that by overthinking,¡± Monique says as she follows me into my walk-in closet. ¡°Huh-uh.¡± I hum, skimming through the countless dresses on the rack as I pull out a burgundy dress and remove it from the hanger. Why am I putting a lot of thought into this? I think I know why. It¡¯s because I¡¯ve had a few meaningless sex with men from clubs and I hated it the minute the deed was done. The sex was good, I was just not a fan of meaningless sex and sometimes it was pointless because I didn¡¯t get an orgasm. But with what¡¯s going on in my headtely and the fact that I¡¯ve been overworking myself, I feel like I owe myself this. You know, getting off without actually using my vibrators and my fingers. ¡°You¡¯re afraid you¡¯re gonna regret it.¡± Monique points out as I get out of my robe to put on the dress. ¡°Partially, yeah. And also because I feel like it wouldn¡¯t be worth it, you know?¡± ¡°It¡¯s sex, Robyn. It¡¯s supposed to be pleasurable and not memorable. You¡¯re not losing your virginity over again.¡± ¡°God, I hate you.¡± I groan, pulling up the dress and adjusting it until it¡¯s perfect. ¡°Hot,¡± Monique says, referring to my dress as I walk past her to my full-length mirror to stare at my reflection. ¡°When did you get this?¡± Monique asks as I twirl a little to stare at the back of the dress. ¡°A month ago. I saw it online, and thought I should add it to my collection.¡± ¡°Online where?¡± ¡°Shein. And it¡¯s pretty cheap.¡± I say. The dress is a bodycon dress, mid-thigh, a deep cowl-neckline, and a halter neck. It¡¯s silk, so it feels pretty great against my skin. I grab a clear, open-toe, four-inch stilettos and put it on. ¡°Wow. You look sexy as fuck. I¡¯m a little jealous.¡± ¡°You could still wear a dress.¡± I wink at Monique as I check myself out in the mirror. ¡°Don¡¯t you think you should wear a jacket?¡± I ask as I walk toward my bag stand and grab a white purse. ¡°Nah, I¡¯m good. I can handle a little cold.¡± Monique smirks at me. ¡°Ready to hit the club then?¡± I ask. ¡°Yup.¡± *** There was a long line outside Club Rogue when we arrived, but Monique and I didn¡¯t wait in line. Monique shes the bouncer a gold card and he lets us through. The interior looks better than thest time we were here. The walls are pristine with blue and red lights slowly fading in. There are two circr stages with two strippers already on the poles entertaining the men. On the left side is the dance floor, with a few people on it dancing and gyrating to the party music booming around the club. There are a few white circr booths and barstools surrounding the booth in a corner facing the dance floor. The top is the VIP level, with ss panels barricading the edge of it so that people can lean over and watch the down level. Monique¡¯s gold card could get us through but the real fun lies below. We head to the bar area and upy the vacant seats. ¡°I guess I¡¯m the DD tonight then,¡± Monique says, signaling at the bartender. ¡°We could get a cab or an Uber.¡± ¡°Thene back here to get my car when I¡¯m supposed to be nursing a hangover?¡± Monique gives me a calcted look as she smirks. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, hon. I¡¯m gonna be the designated driver today. I just need a few shots and water afterward.¡± She clicks her tongue as she drums her fingers on the bar top. ¡°Hello, beautifuldies.¡± The tatted bartender greets us with a flirtatious smile. ¡°Hi. We¡¯ll get one Negroni and ten Tequ shots, please.¡± ¡°Sure.¡± The bartender says as he leaves. ¡°Do all bartenders need to be flirtatious though?¡± I ask. ¡°Yeah. It¡¯s part of being a bartender. How else are they gonna get tips?¡± I chuckle, briefly scanning around the club. One of the perks of being one of the most popr clubs in the city is the customers that usually visit. Not just regr people, but wealthy and important men of society, and right now some of these important men are busy throwing cash at the strippers. For a person who¡¯s running away and always looking over her shoulders, I know I shouldn¡¯t be partying in popr clubs, especially in a city like New York. Anyone from my past could see me and recognize me. But tonight is about having fun and forgetting, even if it¡¯s for a second, that my life is not perfect. I turn away from the men throwing money at strippers to stare at Monique who¡¯s busy texting someone. ¡°Dave?¡± I ask as Monique looks up at once. I give her a knowing look as she blushes. ¡°Oh, boy.¡± ¡°We may have exchanged numbers.¡± Monique bites her bottom lip. I grin at her. ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°He¡¯s cool. I still have my fingers crossed. For now, he¡¯s just a good fuck.¡± ¡°Right¡­¡± I drawl, smirking at her as I wiggle my eyebrows. Monique giggles. ¡°You¡¯re a sucker for romance and hot guys, everyone knows that. And that may be scary.¡± ¡°Oh,e on. As long as I¡¯m not hurting anyone, I don¡¯t see any harm. Also, a girl can only dream. Some people are made for love while others are made to keep on searching for love, I¡¯m obviously thetter. I just need that baby treatment from a very attractive guy, you know what I mean?¡± Monique sighs, slipping her braid behind her ear.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. ¡°Yeah.¡± Sadly, the ones who truly deserve to be loved, the ones who really give love a shot, always get the wrong guy and the wrong woman. Life¡¯s fucked up. Twenty ¡°Enough with that nonsense. We¡¯re not here to talk about failed romance and past rtionships, we¡¯re here to party and have fun. Speaking of fun, see anyone you like?¡± Monique asks, eyebrows raised as she scans the club. ¡°Nah. Just rich assholes with obviously micro penises,¡± I say as Moniqueughs. ¡°Look who it is!¡± A female voice says as Monique and I turn toward the voice. Lenore, Monique¡¯s colleague from work is standing by Monique, obviously drunk as she giggles. ¡°If it isn¡¯t the two musketeers,¡± Lenore says, slurring her words. The bartender returns with my shots, Monique¡¯s Negroni, and our bill. ¡°Thanks,¡± Monique says to the bartender. ¡°I got it,¡± I say, referring to the bill. ¡°Thanks.¡± Monique smiles at me as we purposely ignore Lenore. ¡°So, what are you girls doing here?¡± Lenore asks. ¡°And bartender, I¡¯ll get a ss of vodka with lemon,¡± Lenore says. ¡°Sorry, madam, you¡¯ve had too much. It¡¯s best if you drink water instead.¡± The bartender says. Lenore is caught off guard by the refusal. I pull out my card and hand it to the bartender. ¡°Did you hear that?¡± Lenore turns to look at us as she turns to the bartender. ¡°That¡¯s so unprofessional!¡± Lenore yells. ¡°Right,¡± I mutter under my breath, throwing my head back and gulping a shot. ¡°Your PIN, ma.¡± The bartender says, stretching the machine to me with my card in it as I input my PIN. He runs my payment and hands me my card as he leaves. ¡°God, I can¡¯t wait to feel the alcohol in my system.¡± I scrunch my face at the second tequ shot as I m the shot down. ¡°Easy there, Fox,¡± Monique says, grinning at me. ¡°Are you girls seriously ignoring me?¡± Lenore asks, her voiceced with irritation and anger. ¡°Rot in hell, sluts.¡± she growls, nudging her shoulder against Monique and almost knocking her to the ground as she walks away. ¡°Are you okay?¡± I ask Monique as she bnces herself on the barstool. ¡°Yeah. Lenore is just being Lenore.¡± Monique says. ¡°Leave me alone! Don¡¯t fucking touch me! I¡¯m not drunk, okay?¡± A voice loudly yells from behind us as we turn around. As predicted, it¡¯s Lenore. She¡¯s being bundled by the bouncers as they carry her outside. ¡°Oh, boy. That doesn¡¯t look good.¡± I say. ¡°It sure does,¡± Monique says with a big grin as we turn away from the scene. ¡°She was causing a nuisance.¡± ¡°Come on, drink up, and let¡¯s go dance,¡± Monique says to me. I drink thest two shots at once as I shut my eyes, letting the alcohol sink into my system as it burns its way through. God, I¡¯m tipsy already. Monique and I make our way to the dance floor and we start to dance to the music, swaying our hips and our hands. I don¡¯t have to try hard, I just let the alcohol do its job. Monique and I dance against each other, rocking our hips back and forth as we let the music take control. ¡°I feel so alive right now.¡± I voice out loudly above the music, giggling. A familiar songes up and Monique and I sing along to it, dancing and chuckling at the same time. It looks like we¡¯re 20 again, attending frat parties, dancing, and slurring musical lyrics. I don¡¯t know how long we¡¯ve been dancing but my feet are beginning to hurt really bad, all thanks to my shoes. ¡°I¡¯m gonna go get more shots,¡± I say to Monique as I hurry toward the bar, nearly tripping on my shoes. The bar is a little crowded with the bartenders trying to attend to everyone at the same time. I find a spot at the bar, waiting patiently to get the attention of the bartender who¡¯s mixing drinks for two women. ¡°Robyn,¡± Monique calls behind me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. I turn to look at her as she gives me a sad smile. ¡°What¡¯s up? You okay?¡± I ask. ¡°Yeah. I¡¯m sorry, my boss, Katelyn, just texted me toe to the office that it¡¯s important.¡± ¡°Is that why you¡¯re frowning?¡± ¡°Yeah. I¡¯m leaving you and¡­¡± she sighs. ¡°We can go together and find out why she called me and if it¡¯s nothing important we coulde back here.¡± ¡°You and I know it¡¯s not nothing important. You go and I¡¯ll be fine. I promise.¡± ¡°How are you gonna get home?¡± I shrug. ¡°An Uber or a cab. I¡¯m not a child, Monique, I¡¯ll be fine. I promise.¡± She sighs and nods as she scans the club briefly. ¡°Do me a favor and wind down on the alcohol.¡± ¡°I can handle myself when I¡¯m drunk.¡± ¡°Right,¡± Monique says sarcastically. ¡°All the same, calm down with the alcohol. Drink but don¡¯t drink too much.¡± ¡°Seriously? You¡¯re gonna lecture me like a child because of alcohol? Go answer to your boss, I¡¯m gonna be okay.¡± Monique exhales through her nose. ¡°All right. Call me when you need anything alright?¡± ¡°All right.¡± Monique pulls me into a quick hug as she turns around and hurries toward the exit. I sigh, shifting my gaze from the dance floor to the bartender who¡¯s now standing in front of me, with the counter in between us. ¡°What would you like to have?¡± The bartender asks as he gives me a friendly smile. ¡°Ten more tequ shots,¡± I say to the bartender, pulling out my credit card. ¡°Um.., don¡¯t you think you need water in that mixture?¡± He asks. I re at him and hand him my card. ¡°Ten more tequ shots.¡± I grit out, ring at the bartender from under my eyshes. ¡°And I can handle myself, thanks.¡± ¡°Right.¡± He gives me an apologetic smile and a nod as he turns around to prepare my drink.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. I am anything but drunk. Since Monique¡¯s gone, I need more alcohol than necessary to go through this night. Why didn¡¯t I go with her when she offered? Now I¡¯m bored out of my mind and tipsy. The bartender returns with my drinks and my card as he shes me a small smile and leaves. I throw my credit card in my purse and pick up one tequ shot, throwing my head back as I gulp the entirety of the liquid. ¡°Isn¡¯t that too many shots for ady? Are you having a frat party?¡± A voice says beside me. I m the shot down on the counter and turn toward the owner of the voice. Omar Sharif stands beside me, dressed in a white dress shirt, and ck pants as he smirks at me. I groan loudly, ignoring his existence as I down the second shot. Shit. The alcohol is hitting me faster than I¡¯d hoped for, and I¡¯m not nning on stopping. Tonight is supposed to be my night. The night I was supposed to getpletely drunk and possibly getid, and then wake up the next morning with a throbbing headache and regret. The regret part is me waking up next to a stranger after we¡¯ve done the deed. ¡°We¡¯ve met before, haven¡¯t we?¡± ¡°Yeah, and I told you to fuck off.¡± I sh Omar a wicked grin as I roll my eyes, pick up another shot, and gulp it at once. He smirks with recognition on his face. ¡°Of course, it¡¯s you. The feisty one.¡± I scoff. ¡°How much do I have to pay you to get a taste of you? Name your price. Anything.¡± What? This asshole¡¯s got some balls. What¡¯s it with men and not handling rejection like the men they im to be? And why do rich men always think money can get them any pussy they choose to have? That¡¯s just sick. And to think my friend fucked him. Damn. ¡°Get the fuck out of my face. And if you try as much as to call me a whore again, I¡¯m gonna grab your dick and your balls and I¡¯m gonna squeeze the life out of them so badly you¡¯d wish you didn¡¯t talk to me at all. Now, fuck off.¡± There¡¯s venom in my tone and the paranoia I¡¯m feeling right now, I secretly wish Omar would say shit so that I can use that as an excuse to hurt him. I¡¯m drunk and I¡¯m not my best self when I¡¯m drunk. ¡°You gon¡¯ regret this, cunt.¡± ¡°Yeah, you said thatst time and you didn¡¯t do shit. Why don¡¯t you go suck yourself off at home, you spineless dick.¡± I sh him a deviant smirk, daring him for aeback. Omar bites his bottom lip, fury in his brown eyes as he clicks his tongue and trots off. ¡°Asshole,¡± I mutter under my breath and grab another shot, throwing my head back and gulping it. I cough, letting the alcohol burn its way down my throat as I m the empty shot ss on the counter. I grab my purse and head toward the dance floor, ready to dance my problems away. Twenty One DOMINIQUE ¡°Who knew refurbishing and reopening Club Rogue for the public would be this sessful on our first night,¡± My younger brother, Leo, says as he stands next to me, arms on the ss panel as we stare at the down level. ¡°There¡¯s nothing like putting men, women, and alcohol in one room. People like shit like that.¡± I say, slipping a Cuban cigar in between my lips. Leo brings out a lighter from his suit jacket and lights the end of the cigar for me. ¡°Thanks,¡± I say to him, eyes not leaving the people beneath us. Club Rogue is my brother¡¯s second establishment. When he came to me five years ago with the idea of opening a club, a sex club actually, and asked me to invest in his idea with assurance I was going to get one-third of his ie, I didn¡¯t like the idea. I like to spend my money on things that matter, not things like nightclubs and kink clubs. My brother and my closest friend think it is weird. They believe since I like to spend most of my weekends in ces like Club Rogue, I¡¯d enjoy investing in them and holding stock, but I¡¯d love to disagree. I like to put my money in ces that matter, like St. Jose for example, not sex and alcohol. Call me old-fashioned. I knew this ce was going to be a hit when it first opened and the only reason I put money in it, it¡¯s because my brother owns it. Men that matter in society love to frequent this ce. The floor above us is where the real shit happens. People with weird kinks like to hang around there and whatever happens there stays there. When we were younger, my brother was a secret sadist. He¡¯d get off from a woman being humiliated by him or others. I wasn¡¯t surprised when he came to me confidently that he wanted to open a kink club, and in a city like New York, it was good business. My brother takes the cigar from between my lips as he takes a drag, spurring out the smoke through his nostril as he passes it back to me. I take it, taking a sip from my ss of whiskey and slipping the cigar back in between my lips. ¡°I thought you were quitting.¡± A familiar voice says. I turn toward the source of the voice as my childhood friend and only friend, Oliver, appears on my right side, a blonde woman in his arms.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. He gives me a small smile,pletely high out of his mind as he takes my cigar from my hand. ¡°You look like shit,¡± I say to Oliver. ¡°Yeah.¡± He scoffs, eyes fixed on the strippers at the bottom level. ¡°I didn¡¯t think you wereing out tonight,¡± Oliver says to me. ¡°Why¡¯s that?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. Thought you were babysitting Cami or some shit like that.¡± I scoff and chuckle. ¡°Right.¡± Oliver turns to the blonde who¡¯s still clinging to his arm, also high as fuck as he removes her fingers from his arm. ¡°Why don¡¯t you go y and I¡¯lle find you,¡± he smirks at her. She groans but obeys as she turns around and begins to walk away. Oliver ps her on her butt and she squeaks, turning around to give Oliver a slutty grin before disappearing through the door at the far end. Oliver is a sucker for blondes with big tits. It¡¯s a fetish that he constantly denies, iming he¡¯s into any kind of woman. Unlike my brother who would fuck anything that so much as show him attention. I¡¯m no saint, of course. I like women, but I don¡¯t go after every pretty little thing that bats their eyshes at me. ¡°You good?¡± Oliver asks me as he rests his arms on the barricade. ¡°Yeah. Why?¡± I ask, turning to stare at him before looking away to stare at the party below. ¡°I think you are a little off tonight.¡± ¡°Yeah. I told him that earlier.¡± Leo chimes in. ¡°Is it work?¡± Oliver asks, turning to look at me. ¡°A lot of women have been throwing themselves at you ever since we got here and you¡¯ve done nothing about it.¡± Yeah? One thing about being a manwhore, is that your friends get suspicious the minute you don¡¯t fuck a beautiful woman with standards who obviously throw themselves at you. ¡°He is lucky he got women willing to do anything for his attention. We don¡¯t get that. We shoot our shots. Dom, on the other hand, doesn¡¯t have to shoot his shot and he¡¯s got women willing and ready to worship his feet.¡± How do I begin to exin to my friend and my brother that a little tigress has captured my attention and my dick? Ever since I realized I want her badly than I¡¯d love to admit to myself, I¡¯ve undressed her in my head and fucked her senselessly. The day Sara Hudson came to my house to pleasure me, I facefucked her. It was bad, disgusting, and I didn¡¯t give a shit. Robyn fucking Denver has captured my attention and I¡¯m not nning on backing out until I have her screaming my name as she begged me to fuck her brains out. And thinking about doing dirty things to her is getting me hard and riled up at the moment. ¡°What do you guys even see me as? A dog? I had Sara over, I¡¯m not horny.¡± ¡°You still fucking that actress? I thought you¡¯d be done with her by now.¡± Leo says. ¡°I am done with her,¡± I say, gulping the remainder of my drink. ¡°How¡¯s Cami by the way? Is she gone?¡± Oliver asks. ¡°She left this morning,¡± I answer. ¡°You know, we all thought you were the one who¡¯s gonna get married, Leonardo,¡± Oliver says, grinning at Leo. ¡°What?¡± Leo scoffs, shaking his head as he chuckles. ¡°Why¡¯s that?¡± ¡°You might be a slut, but we all know you¡¯re a secret romantic. You fall in love too easily and you may be the only decent Gray male offspring.¡± Wow, I¡¯m offended. ¡°Wow, Oliver, fuck you,¡± Leo says and Iugh. ¡°The fact that I may have identally fallen in love and the bitch took off with my heart doesn¡¯t mean I fall in love easily.¡± Oliver is right. My brother¡¯s weakness is trust. He trusts people too easily and trust can do a lot to a man when he trusts the wrong people. Nobody likes to talk about what happened between him and Nadia and we pretend like it didn¡¯t happen. It was a long time ago with all that memory buried far deep. ¡°Seriously, what about Dom?¡± Leo asks. ¡°We all know Dom is never gonna settle down. If that ever happens, it¡¯s because he wants to get off daily.¡± Oliver says. ¡°And even if I want to get off, I don¡¯t need to get married for that reason. Women would fuck you as long as you have the right amount of cash and the words.¡± But Robyn doesn¡¯t want the money, I can tell. She wants nothing to do with it. One look at her, you¡¯d know she had lived a luxurious life, and nothing about luxury or wealth fascinates her. I even believed for a while that the reason she despised me was because of who I am. But no, it¡¯s something else. She¡¯s hard to read. I have tried to know what¡¯s going through her head, to know what she¡¯s thinking, but in the end, I don¡¯t get much. Robyn wants you to see what she wants you to see. She¡¯s mysterious, bold, and all of that plus the fact that she¡¯s feisty turns me the fuck on each time I think about her. ¡°I¡¯m gonna need another drink,¡± I grumble, exhaling a breath through my lips. Leo snaps his fingers at the bar area and a waitresses running to us. ¡°Sir.¡± ¡°A bottle of whiskey with ice.¡± My brother says to the waitress. ¡°Okay, sir.¡± She leaves. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind me asking, why did you buy shares from St. Jose?¡± Leo asks. ¡°I¡¯m a businessman, Leo. I invest my money in things that would benefit me.¡± ¡°Yeah. You have PharmaCare. It¡¯s still the biggest pharmaceutical industry in the country.¡± ¡°A man can only want more money,¡± I mutter, eyes locked on a familiar figure on the dance floor below us. Thedy in red dances to the music, hands in the air as she effortlessly moves with the music. A few men try to talk to her, but she waves them off. She dances like there¡¯s nobody out there, like she¡¯s in her little bubble trying to escape the cruel world. It¡¯s her. Robyn Denver. Dressed in a sexy little red dress that exposes a decent amount of skin. Her hair is wavy, cascading down her back like a veil. Her olive skin glows underneath the blue and red lights as she dances. ¡°Damn, who¡¯s that?¡± My brother¡¯s voicees through, breaking me from the spell she had me a few seconds ago. ¡°She¡¯s probably the sexiest woman on that dance floor. Look at her in that little red dress and that tight ass. Fuck.¡± Oliver says. ¡°I¡¯m gonna be right back,¡± I say, handing my empty ss to my brother as he takes it, confusion written on his face. ¡°Where are you going?¡± Leo asks, but I ignore them and climb down the spiral staircase to the floor below. ¡°Hello, Dom. You wanna have some fun tonight?¡± Some of the girls working here wrap their arms around me as I peel them off of me. There¡¯s only one woman on my mind as I look for her on the dance floor. Twenty Two DOMINIQUE Robyn is no longer on the dance floor but in the bar area, sitting on one of the bar stools. As I approach her, I notice she¡¯s calling the attention of the bartender who¡¯s busy serving drinks to other customers. I stand on the left side of her, bringing out a few notes from my wallet as I hand it to the guy upying the seat on her left. ¡°Fuck off now, would you?¡± I say to the man. He gives me a nod and an apologetic smile as he picks up the notes and scurries away. I upy the now empty seat, with my focus on the one woman who¡¯s found her way into my mind and refuses to leave. ¡°Who¡¯s the beautifuldy in red?¡± I ask. Robyn turned to look at me like she knew it was me the minute I sat down. She shes me a smirk, one that I haven¡¯t seen on her since we met as she turns around in her seat so that she¡¯s facing me. How drunk is she? ¡°Look who it is. If it isn¡¯t the infamous Mr. Gray.¡± She says in a whisper, letting her eyes travel down my body. For a second something shes through her eyes, something that I can¡¯t put my fingers on before it¡¯s gone. She¡¯s obviously drunk. ¡°Are you alone?¡± I ask her. ¡°Why do you care, Mr. Gray?¡± Sober Robyn would never refer to me as Mr. Gray. ¡°I¡¯m just making sure you¡¯re not alone and can take care of yourself.¡± ¡°Really?¡± She smirks, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip. ¡°If I wasn¡¯t drunk already I¡¯d think you give a fuck. I can take care of myself. What are you doing here?¡± She asks, signaling the bartender. ¡°Same reason as why you¡¯re here,¡± I say, snapping my fingers at the bartender as he rushes toward us. ¡°So you¡¯re here to getid then?¡± Robyn asks, wearing a small smile as she flicks her hair behind her ear. Getid? Her agenda tonight was for a stranger to fuck her? She came out tonight looking incredibly sexy in that silk dress because she was hoping to be fucked. I imagine some random stranger touching her in the ces I¡¯ve always wanted to touch her and the thought alone churns my stomach. ¡°What should I get you, sir?¡± The bartender asks. ¡°Water for thedy. And a ss of bourbon for me.¡± I say to the bartender, eyes not leaving hers as we stare at each other. From my peripheral vision, I see the bartender leave. ¡°You know¡­ I didn¡¯t peg you as one who woulde to a nightclub solely to be fucked.¡± I say, peeling my eyes off hers as I let it travel down her body, marveling at the sight before me. ¡°Then I guess you know nothing about me.¡± She whispers, crossing her right thigh over the other. The red silk dress she¡¯s wearing does little job to hide her curves. The dress drops on her mid-thigh, giving room for viewers to stare at her thick olive thighs. She¡¯s not wearing a bra, I can see the strain of her nipples through the silk material. The cowl neck of her dress is revealing, revealing a decent amount of cleavage.Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. Fuck, how can one woman drive me mad and infuriate me at the same time? Robyn is a sin, a beautiful sin that I¡¯m willing tomit. And as much as I want every inch of her, I know she¡¯s going to ruin me. And I want her to ruin me. And the way she¡¯s staring at me right now, with beautiful brown eyes watching me as she bites her forefinger polished in vibrant red, my cock twitches in my pants, begging to be released from its restraints. Fuck. What¡¯s this? What the fuck am I doing? How many times have I been rejected by a woman that I can¡¯t seem to get Robyn out of my head all because she presented herself as a challenge? Why can¡¯t I just forget about her and everything that has to do with her? Instead, it¡¯s the opposite. She¡¯s a pretty little distraction that I don¡¯t need right now but yet I can¡¯t stop thinking about her and how badly I want to do things to her. Obviously, this is just mere sexual attraction, I¡¯m horny and I probably want to fuck her because she¡¯s different from the women I¡¯ve been with, and maybe what I need is a wild, passionate, and hot night with her and maybe all of this sexual attraction is going to wear off. Maybe. But tonight, I just need to get through tonight in one piece. Because staring at her in that little dress as she teases me, I can only imagine the things I would love to do to her. I have little self-control left in me and she doesn¡¯t even know that. ¡°You¡¯re right, I know nothing about you. But we could always change that.¡± She chuckles quietly. ¡°I don¡¯t think that¡¯s a good idea, Mr. Gray.¡± ¡°You know you can call me Dominique, right?¡± ¡°Yeah. But Mr. Gray is a little bit sexy,¡± she whispers, slowly running her shoe-d foot up and down my calf. ¡°¡­ forbidden and bad. And I have a weakness for bad, sexy, and forbidden men.¡± Robyn whispers, a yful smirk on her lips as she stops teasing me with her foot. Her pupils are a little dted, reminding me of how drunk she is, and whatever thing she¡¯s spewing out right now is something sober Robyn would never say to me. She¡¯s going to wake up tomorrow and regret this conversation if she remembers it. I chuckle quietly, imagining her freaking out tomorrow morning as she ys this conversation in her head. Her eyes are dark, lidded with lust as she stares at me intently. We lock eyes for a long second, with none of us nning on looking away. Behind her brown eyes, I can see the need and lust in them. I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s the alcohol, but the Robyn sitting in front of me wants me to do things to her and her eyes aren¡¯t saying otherwise. I lean closer so that our knees are touching as I whisper, ¡°You¡¯re ying a dangerous game with me, Robyn,¡± my voice is husky and quiet as I whisper into her hair. ¡°And you don¡¯t want to y this game with me, Robyn, because¡­¡± I trail off, not intending toplete my words. She¡¯s smart, she knows what I mean. Robyn smirks, her brown eyes locked on mine as she uncrosses her leg. Both our gazes are heated, with dirty thoughts going through my head as we lock eyes. The bartenderes with my drink and a ss of water and he ces it in front of us. ¡°Here you go, sir.¡± He says and I don¡¯t respond. Robyn turns to the bartender and says. ¡°Thank you.¡± The bartender nods and leaves. ¡°You know, Mr. Gray¡­¡± she smirks, leaning forward as she whispers into my ear, ¡°You¡¯re in luck. I like to y games too and I like them dirty, rough, and¡­ hard,¡± she purrs, her hot breath tickling the side of my neck as she bites my earlobe. Fucking hell. I¡¯m painfully hard and my cock is straining against my pants, begging to be set free. What the fuck is she doing? Why is she testing me? And what the hell did she drink that made her this bold? Robyn slowly pulls back, smiling triumphantly with my ss of bourbon in her hand. She raises it to her lips, her eyes locked on mine as she gulps the entire whiskey without scrunching her face at the taste. She ms the empty ss on the counter and stands up. ¡°I¡¯m gonna see you around¡­ Mr. Gray.¡± She slurs her words, her feet wobbly as she grabs her purse from the counter and takes a step back. Robyn gives me azy wink as she turns around to leave. She¡¯s drunk and I have a feeling she¡¯s about to throw up or pass out. Or maybe both. As she takes another step further, Robyn slows down, her hand on her head as she bends down a little. I have a feeling the club is spinning in her eyes and she¡¯s already got a throbbing headache. I stand on my feet, ready to hold her if anything happens. ¡°Oh fuck.¡± Robyn curses as she copses but I catch her before she hits the floor. ¡°Hey,¡± I whisper, steadying her in my arms as she groans. ¡°Mmm¡­ why do you smell so good?¡± Robyn slurs, gripping at my arms with her eyes half shut. ¡°Where do you stay? I don¡¯t think you¡¯re gonna make it home by yourself.¡± I say to her, but Robyn cks out in my arms before I can get a response. Shit. I pull my phone out of my pants pocket and shoot my brother and my friend a quick text that I¡¯m leaving. Zach, my personal bodyguard approaches me. ¡°Sir?¡± He addresses me. ¡°Do you need help with her?¡± Zach asks, referring to Robyn in my arms. ¡°Get Ross and tell him to bring the car to the back, I¡¯m stepping out.¡± ¡°Okay, sir,¡± Zach says as he hurriedly exits the club through the back exit. Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I lift Robyn off the floor and ce her on my shoulder as I head toward the back entrance. Twenty Three I slowly peel my eyes open, squinting and groaning as I ce my hand on my forehead. God, my head hurts so bad, it feels like a party is going on in my head. How much did I drinkst night? I peel my eyes wide open,ing face to face with the darkness in my room. But there¡¯s something strange about this room, this doesn¡¯t look like my room even though the room is a little dark. Even the sheets don¡¯t feel like mine. I run my fingers over the sheets and it¡¯s silk. I don¡¯t have silk sheets. ¡°What¡¯s going on? Where am I?¡± I groan, slowly sitting up. God, my mouth tastes like acid and my voice is a little hoarse. Fuck. The door at the corner of the room opens and someone walks in. I squint my eyes, trying to make out the person as this person pushes something apart, a ray of sunshine pours into the room. I shut my eyes at once, the sunlight burning my eyes. ¡°Fuck.¡± I groan. ¡°So sorry about that, ma¡¯am.¡± A voice says and it¡¯s a woman with a Spanish ent. I slowly open my eyes again as I lock them on a figure standing at the foot of my bed. ¡°How are you feeling?¡± She asks, giving me a small smile. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, where am I?¡± ¡°Mr. Gray¡¯s mansion.¡± She answers. ¡°Mr. Gray? Asin Dominique Gray?¡± I ask and she nods. Right. Of course. Everything is starting to fall into ce. There¡¯s no way in hell my room looks like this. There might be ack of furniture but this room is an embodiment of luxury. I slowly nce around the room, taking notes of everything. It¡¯s simple and in and also luxurious at the same time. Its pristine walls are painted white, and the drapes blocking the sunlight from entering the room are ck. There are two doors at the corner of the room, probably doors to the en-suite bathroom and a closet. Facing the queen-sized bed I¡¯m currently on is arge t-screen TV, with a white couch in the corner. How the hell did I get here? Suddenly I feel cold, as if I¡¯m not wearing anything. I bring my daze down my body, shocked by my bare breast as I quickly lift the duvet to cover myself. ¡°Shit.¡± I curse, pushing my wayward strands out of my face as I tuck them behind my ear. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, who are you again?¡± ¡°I¡¯m Helen, Mr. Gray¡¯s housekeeper.¡± ¡°Right. Of course.¡± I sigh, licking my bottom lip as I run my fingers through my hair. ¡°I¡¯ll run a bath for you and you can take your bath. I¡¯ll get you pain relief for the hangover and a cup of coffee.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, how did I get here? Where¡¯s my dress?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t really ask questions, ma¡¯am, but I¡¯m sure Mr. Gray brought you herest night. You were probably drunk and passed out. I don¡¯t normally work on weekends but Mr. Gray called me here to help you. I removed your dress when you threw up in it and I had it dry-cleaned. I¡¯ll get it for you if you¡¯re ready to leave.¡± Fuck. How much did I drink? I literally can¡¯t remember shit and I¡¯m trying to. ¡°Thank you, Helen. Sorry if I was a handful.¡± I apologize, chuckling nervously. ¡°It¡¯s okay. I¡¯ll run the bath for you.¡± Helen smiles at me as she walks toward the second door at the corner of the room. She unlocks it and enters. ¡°Fuck. Double fucking fuck.¡± I groan as I fall back on the bed, covering my face with both hands. I shut my eyes as I try to remember every little detail that happenedst night. Monique left the club and I had a few tequ shots and danced. And then Omar Sharif tried to hit on me and I may have told him to go fuck himself and then I ordered more shots and then¡­ I don¡¯t remember. I can¡¯t remember any further than that. ¡°Ma¡¯am, your bath is ready.¡± Helen¡¯s voice snaps me from my thoughts as I open my eyes, sitting up at once.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. ¡°Thank you. Please call me Robyn.¡± I say. Helen nods politely as she turns to leave. ¡°Your boss, Dominique, where is he?¡± ¡°You will find him in his lounge.¡± ¡°Okay. Thank you.¡± She nods again and leaves. I stand up from the bed, leaving the duvet behind as I walk toward the bathroom half naked. I see my reflection in the mirror as I halt my steps. ¡°Ugh. God, I look like shit.¡± I mutter under my breath and hurry toward the bathroom. The bathroom is as luxurious as the bedroom. Everything is perfectly ced and it¡¯s well designed and beautiful. I pull down my panties and step into the bubble bath, leveling myself into the warm bath water as I lean back, head resting on the rim of the bathtub. I shut my eyes, letting the warm water slowly rinse away any traces of alcohol. God, I feel nauseated. I¡¯m not lightweight. I¡¯ve had a few shots on several asions and I¡¯m fine at the end of the day except for a hangover. I can¡¯t remember being this drunk in a long time to the point I had to throw up and even forget what happenedst night that ended up with me waking up in Dominique Gray¡¯s bedroom. I stand up quickly as I get out of the bath and go straight for the toilet. I kneel on the floor, open the toilet seat, and start to throw up. I grip the corners of the seat, hurling my guts into the toilet and dry heaving in the end. ¡°Oh, my fucking god.¡± I groan loudly, flushing the toilet as I sit on the floor, head resting against the toilet. ¡°You good?¡± A voice asks as I quickly wrap my arms around my body to shield my nakedness from whoever it is that just stepped in. ¡°Fuck.¡± I curse, turning to look at this visitor. ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± Dominique says, clearing his throat as he looks anywhere but me. ¡°I didn¡¯t think you were naked.¡± I sigh, sweeping my wet hair out of my face. ¡°That¡¯s very gentlemanly of you, not looking.¡± I slur my words, tired and embarrassed. ¡°You sound drunk.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not. I just have a throbbing headache.¡± I groan, focusing my attention on my toenails because at this moment I can¡¯t even look him in the eye. I¡¯m fucking embarrassed and I regret drinking this much. I wonder what is going through his head right now. ¡°Fuck.¡± I mutter. I feel self-conscious, sitting here naked with thest person I expect to be standing here. Never in my life did I think this day woulde. Me sitting naked in Dominique Gray¡¯s bathroom as the aftermath of getting fucking drunk. I wish I could remember what happenedst night. Did I say or do anything sober Robyn would never do? ¡°Do you need help? I can get Helen.¡± Dominique asks. I raise my head to look at him and he¡¯s still staring at the wall as he runs his fingers through his hair. If I was not hungover, ashamed, and probably smelling like vomit, I would haveughed at how a 32-year-old billionaire, Dominique Gray for that matter, looks really charming at this moment as he tries not to look at me naked. ¡°I¡¯m fine. I can handle myself.¡± ¡°Mmm. I¡¯ll get out of your hair and let you do your thing.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± I smile at him but he¡¯s not looking. Dominique pulls himself off the wall and walks out of the bathroom, not sparing me a single nce. There are a few gentlemen out there and fuck it if I thought Dominique Gray was one of them. He¡¯s full of surprises and he just surprised me. I pick myself off the floor and settle myself inside the bathtub. I don¡¯t remember how long I stayed inside but I got out after feeling a little refreshed. I step inside the shower, pushing a button that automatically turns on the shower as I let the warm water run down my body. I step out of the shower a few minutester because I don¡¯t want to spend another minute in here without dying of embarrassment. I grab a towel and wipe myself clean, afterward wrapping the soft towel around my body as I step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Just as promised, Helen had ced my dress on the bed, a cup of coffee on the nightstand with a bottle of pills by its side. I sit on the bed as I grab the bottle of pills, opening the lid and taking out two. I pick up the cup of coffee and take a sip, throwing the pills into my mouth as I swallow. I gulp the remaining coffee and drop the empty mug on the nightstand. As I get dressed, I think about how I¡¯m supposed to face the man I loathe after waking up in his bed half-naked and hungover because I may have had too much to drink and he brought me here. Goddamit, Robyn, how could you lose control of yourself like that? Why the fuck did I even let this happen? Twenty Four As I get dressed, I think about how I¡¯m supposed to face the man I loathe after waking up in his bed half-naked and hungover because I may have had too much to drink and he brought me here. Goddamit, Robyn, how could you lose control of yourself like that? Why the fuck did I even let this happen? I run my fingers through my hair tob out the tangles. I open the first drawer in the nightstand and fortunately, there¡¯s a big tootb inside, along with other things that I¡¯d rather not touch. I run theb through my hair,bing out the strands. My hair is a little damp and luckily I always carry one or two rubber bands in my bag. I grab my bag from the foot of the bed and I take one rubber band, wrapping it around my hair in a low ponytail. I slip my feet inside my shoes and risk a nce at my reflection in the full-length mirror. Well, I don¡¯t look that bad. I open the door that Helen came in with and I step into a hallway, with a few doors on either side of the hallway. Well, hello, Gray¡¯s mansion, where the fuck does the hallway go anyway? ¡°Now, aren¡¯t you the prettiest thing I¡¯ve ever seen?¡± A voice says in French, startling me as I turn around. ¡°I¡¯m sorry if I scared you.¡± The man says in English this time, wearing a seductive smirk as he gives me a quick once over. I return the favor, letting my eyes run down his body and taking note of how he looks a little like Dominique. This man has dark brown hair, and blue eyes, not as blue as Dominique¡¯s, his face is perfectly shaped, and his skin is obviously kissed by the sun. He¡¯s tall, he stands at least 6 feet, almost the same height as Dominique. Long story short, he¡¯s an attractive man, maybe a party boy, and a yboy. He¡¯s wearing a blue short-sleeved T-shirt that¡¯s not too tight or too loose matched with a pair of dark jeans. Through the thick material of his shirt, you can tell he works out a lot. He has a broad shoulder, and a chiseled jawline that¡¯s cleanly shaven, and boy does he look hot. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, who are you?¡± I ask the man who won¡¯t stop smirking at me. ¡°I¡¯m Leonardo Gray, but everyone just calls me Leo.¡± ¡°Leonardo Gray? You¡¯re Dominique¡¯s brother?¡± ¡°Younger brother, yes. And you¡¯re?¡± ¡°I¡¯m Robyn.¡± ¡°Robyn. The mystery woman fromst night,¡± he smiles at me. ¡°You must mean something to Dom for him to bring you here. The Dom I know would let somebody handle that mess instead.¡± A mess? So I was a messst night? I don¡¯t know where he¡¯s going with all this but I don¡¯t fucking care. ¡°Where¡¯s he?¡± I ask. ¡°In his lounge. I¡¯ll take you.¡± Leo says, walking past me as he gestures for me to follow him.Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. ¡°Thanks,¡± I say as I walk beside Leo. ¡°So what do you do, Robyn?¡± Leo asks me, turning to look at me as we climb down a spiral staircase. ¡°Oh. I¡¯m a nurse. A practical nurse actually.¡± ¡°That¡¯s nice. When will you be a registered nurse then?¡± ¡°I have just three months.¡± Leo nods. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind me asking, where do you work?¡± ¡°St. Jose.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± Leo turns to look at me, something shes through his eyes as he smirks at me and nods. We take another turn again and walk down a short hallway as he stops outside a door. Leo pushes the door open and steps inside, tilting his head for me to follow him. I step inside, definitely not prepared for the sight before me. Dominique Gray stands behind a billiard table, a ss of drink in his left hand and a Cuban cigar in between his lips as he puffs the smoke into his lungs. I have seen him in various business attire, like his custom-made suits and dress shirts, but nothing prepared me for this. Dominique Gray in a short-sleeved loose T-shirt. I bring my gaze down his body, shamelessly eyeing the man and how perfect he looks right now. His left arm is fully inked with different tattoos and boy does this man look hotter than he normally does? His right arm is not left untouched, there are a few tattoos on his right arm but not a full sleeve tattoo like his left arm. He looks roguish, like a college bad boy, and not like the arrogant and cocky billionaire I¡¯ve gotten used to. Who knew he had tattoos? A full-sleeve tattoo for that matter. Dominique notices me checking him out and he smirks. Bastard. I peel my eyes off of him and let it wander around the lounge. It¡¯s huge, almost the same size as my living room. The far end has a translucent door that clearly views the long swimming pool in his backyard and behind the translucent door, there¡¯s a long balcony. There¡¯s a drink bar at the left corner, a few bar stools ced by the drink bar, a ck couch, a t-screen TV, and a pool table. There¡¯s another man here and he looks nothing like the Gray brothers. I guess that he¡¯s a friend. He has fair skin, gray eyes, a perfectly chiseled face, and a well-toned body. He¡¯s a good-looking man. God, where did all these attractive mene from? The friend shamelessly lets his eyes run over my body as he smirks. ¡°Now, who do we have here? A pretty little thing, huh?¡± He says in Italian, eyeing me with lust as he nods in approval. I travel a lot and I like to learn new things so I understand at least fivenguages and French is one of them. And since my father is Italian, I didn¡¯t have to learn thenguage. It came naturally. Dominique removes his cigar from between his lips as he turns to look at his friend. ¡°Take your fucking eyes off of her or I¡¯m going to fucking cut you,¡± Dominique says to his friend in Italian. Damn. I don¡¯t know which is hotter; Dominique speaking English or Italian. I wonder what he sounds like while speaking French. Let me guess¡­ sexy. But I¡¯m never going to admit that out loud. The friend clears his throat as he throws his hands in the air to surrender. Dominique ces his ss of drink on the edge of the pool table as he drops the cigar inside the ss, the alcohol quenching the smoke. ¡°You ready to leave?¡± Dominique asks as he approaches me. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Come on, I¡¯ll walk you out.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have to. I just dropped by to-¡± ¡°Robyn, I insist.¡± He says, tilting his head toward the open door and I obey. We walk side by side, with Dominique constantly staring at me and that just makes me ufortable. I¡¯m literally embarrassed right now and he¡¯s just making everything worse. ¡°Are you gonna stop anytime soon?¡± I ask, turning my head to stare at him. ¡°Stop what?¡± ¡°Staring at me. You¡¯ve been staring and it¡¯s fucking creepy.¡± Dominique raises his eyebrows, a smirk on his lips as he nods. ¡°Right.¡± He opens a door for me and I step outside, marveling at how beautiful and extravagant hispound looks. I¡¯m not surprised by the luxurious house and furniture. After all, he¡¯s Dominique Gray, one of the wealthiest men in the country, why should I expect less? I wonder how many women he might have brought over. A thousand, obviously. The thought alone makes me cringe and my stomach churns. What the fuck is wrong with me today? I turn to look at Dominique who¡¯s already staring at me. ¡°Thank you forst night. I may have been a handful.¡± ¡°Mmm. Ross will drop you off.¡± ¡°That won¡¯t be necessary.¡± ¡°How are you gonna get home then?¡± ¡°I can get an Uber.¡± ¡°Robyn, I¡¯m offering to give you a ride, it¡¯s no big deal.¡± I open my mouth to argue but then I shut it. ¡°Okay.¡± Just in time, a ck Mercedes Benz pulls to a stop a few feet from where I¡¯m standing. I turn to look at Dominique, shing him a small smile as I turn around and climb down the two steps. I stop, turning around as I climb up the stairs again. ¡°Aboutst night¡­ I have a few questions.¡± Dominique smirks as he licks his bottom lip before answering, ¡°What questions?¡± ¡°Did we in any way¡­¡± I point both my hands at myself and him without really having toplete the sentence. ¡°Fuck? You¡¯re asking if we fucked?¡± Oh boy. Why does the F-word sounds so fucking sexying out of his filthy mouth? ¡°You don¡¯t have to be so vulgar.¡± I groan. Dominique surprises me by chuckling lightly. ¡°You¡¯re smart, Robyn, I¡¯m pretty sure you¡¯d know if I touched youst night.¡± He says these words softly. Goddamn. I expel my breath through my nose. ¡°I don¡¯t mean intercourse. I just mean¡­ you know. I just want to know if we did anything sexual. It could be a kiss.¡± I say, hating every bit of myself more at this conversation. ¡°God, this sounds fucking stupid.¡± ¡°If it makes you feel any better, nothing happened. I¡¯m not that kind of man, Robyn. I would never take advantage of you when you¡¯re intoxicated even though you wanted me to.¡± ¡°Oh, God.¡± This is so embarrassing. ¡°I¡¯m gonna go.¡± ¡°So you really don¡¯t remember?¡± He asks and when I don¡¯t respond, he takes that as a yes. Dominique exhales and nods. ¡°Well, drunk Robyn is more fun than sober Robyn.¡± He says as he smirks at me. ¡°And you wonder why I loathe you.¡± I roll my eyes and turn around as I climb down the stairs, ignoring Dominique¡¯s chuckles. Ross, Dominique¡¯s driver already by the backseat holding the door for me. I slip into the backseat and Ross shuts the door. I turn to look at Dominique through the tinted windows of his Mercedes Benz but he¡¯s no longer standing there. I don¡¯t know what happenedst night, but a part of me is d I can¡¯t remember what transpired between us. Twenty Five ¡°Thank you, Ross,¡± I say to Dominique¡¯s driver as I shut the back seat door. ¡°You have a nice day, ma¡¯am,¡± Ross says from the open driver¡¯s window. With a small wave, I head toward my apartment building as I step into the lobby and walk toward the elevator. I press open the elevator and step inside, leaning against the far wall. As the elevator slides shut, a hand quickly stops the elevator from closing as this person rushes in before the elevator closes. It¡¯s Tyler. ¡°Robyn, hey.¡± Tyler smiles at me, running his fingers through his hair as he leans against the elevator wall. Fucking hell. I can¡¯t deal with this today, not when I have had an embarrassing and stressful day. ¡°Hello, Tyler.¡± I sh him a small smile, pulling out my phone from my bag to avoid having a conversation with him. I can¡¯t believe it¡¯s 12:15 pm. I slept through half of the day. Monique had given me 15 missed calls and several text messages. And there are several messages from Tiwa and Noah on our group chat asking me if I finally got somest night. Noah created this group chat solely for hospital gossip and he added me and Tiwa to the group. ¡°Robyn¡­¡± Tyler¡¯s voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I lock my phone and look up at him. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, were you saying something?¡± ¡°I was asking you if you were okay. You look exhausted.¡± ¡°Yeah. I¡¯m exhausted.¡± ¡°Fun nightst night?¡± ¡°Something like that.¡± I sh Tyler a small smile as I open my purse and throw my phone inside. I look at the elevator panel briefly, wishing it to go faster so that I can get out of this confined space with Tyler. It¡¯s not like Tyler is ugly or weird, he¡¯s not. Tyler is actually attractive. He¡¯s like your typical bad boy next door and he¡¯s pretty. But Tyler is not my type but he doesn¡¯t want to hear it. I¡¯ve thought about ways to politely exin to him that I would never go out with him, but I still haven¡¯te up with anything. I guess I¡¯ll just have to spell it out for him that I would never date him or fuck him for that matter. He¡¯s too cheesy. He¡¯s like your typical bad boy character right out of a cheesy romance novel and god, if that doesn¡¯t turn me off, I wonder what does. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind me asking, why won¡¯t you go out with me?¡± ¡°Because we¡¯re neighbors, Tyler. If we date or go out or whatever you¡¯d like to call it and things don¡¯t work out, it will be awkward between us. We would avoid each other in the hallways and anywhere wee across each other and one of us might even move out of the building just so that we won¡¯t see each other again.¡± Well, that¡¯s one way to put it withouting off as a bitch. ¡°If that¡¯s what you think, I can move out if you want. I would move to another ce and in that way, we could go out.¡± Oh, for fuck¡¯s sake. How¡¯s it that an attractive and obviously civilized man like Tyler can¡¯t tell when a woman isn¡¯t interested? ¡°I wouldn¡¯t do that if I were you, Tyler.¡± Thankfully the elevator opens and I hastily step out, Tyler on my toes as he follows me. ¡°I thought you said the reason why you don¡¯t want to go out with me is because we¡¯re neighbors.¡± I sigh and stop walking as I turn around on my feet with Tyler standing just two feet from me. ¡°I don¡¯t want to do this but you give me no choice. You¡¯re not my type, Tyler. You¡¯re good-looking and attractive but you¡¯re not my type and I would never go out with you. This isn¡¯t about us being neighbors. And if I were you, I wouldn¡¯t ask me out again. But we could still be friends.¡± I sh him a small smile and turn around to walk toward my apartment door. Fuck, I¡¯ve never had to reject a guy this way. I simply just tell them to fuck off and they do after calling me names I¡¯ve heard too many times. Monique should be home already. I bring out my keys and unlock the door as I step inside, shutting the door behind me and locking it. I groan tiredly, dragging my feet toward the living room as I drop my keys and bag on the couch. I ce my hand on the headrest of the couch and take off my shoes. ¡°Who¡¯s that?¡± An unfamiliar male voice says as a strange man walks out of my kitchen, shirtless. I pause, ready to attack whoever this person is as Monique steps out of the hallway wearing her night dress. She stops when she sees me as she rushes toward me and embraces me. ¡°Why did you do that? I was calling you and texting you all night and you didn¡¯t pick up. I was scared.¡± Monique says, hands on my shoulders as she inspects me for any injury or wounds. ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± I give her a small smile, eyeing the shirtless man who¡¯s as oblivious as me. Monique follows my gaze toward the strange man. She smiles brightly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder as she gestures toward the man. ¡°Um, Robyn, this is Dave. Dave, meet my best friend and roommate, Robyn.¡± Dave? Asin the ¡°Dave¡±?Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. Well, I am not going to be the one to tell her, but Dave is obviously going to break her heart. One look at him and he¡¯s a woman¡¯s man. Dave stretches his hand for a handshake and I take it, shing him a small smile that doesn¡¯t reach my eyes. He notices that too. ¡°Nice to meet you. Monique has said a lot about you.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± But why the fuck is he shirtless though? That could mean only one thing. He spent the night. Monique clears her throat and tilts her head toward the hallway, signaling me to follow her. ¡°It¡¯s nice meeting you, Dave.¡± ¡°You too.¡± I give him a quick once over before following Monique to the hallway. I point my thumb behind me, ¡°What the hell?¡± ¡°He drove me homest night.¡± ¡°Drove you? You left Club Rogue with your car.¡± ¡°Yeah. When I met my boss, we went over a few sample pictures and videos of me for a client of ours. I spent at least an hour before I left. Dave texted me if I would love to hang and I¡­¡± Monique trails off, scratching her nape as she clears her throat. ¡°I told him I would love to hang. We hung out for a while and he offered to drive me.¡± ¡°So you left your car and Dave drove you home?¡± ¡°Yeah. I asked him toe up for coffee and one thing led to another and he spent the night. I guess he wanted to be romantic by preparing breakfast.¡± ¡°Right.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I know I should havee back to the club but a part of me thought ¡®What if you might have left with some super hot guy?¡¯ Instead, I just agreed to go out with Dave. I¡¯m really sorry. I shouldn¡¯t have.¡± I raise my eyebrows, shaking my head at her. ¡°Uh-huh. It doesn¡¯t matter anyway. You had fun. You seem to like Dave.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t seem to like Dave.¡± I open my mouth to argue but Dave pops his head into the hallway. ¡°Babe, I¡¯m just going to leave. I made you scrambled eggs and French toast.¡± Dave says, sparing me a nce before he turns to look at my friend. Babe, huh? I notice he¡¯s wearing a shirt, his shirt. I think they made out in the living room and he must have tossed his shirt in the living room before they continued to the bedroom. ¡°Thank you. I¡¯m gonna call you.¡± Monique says. Dave nods, turning to look at me as he smiles. ¡°It was nice meeting you, Robyn.¡± I nod. ¡°I¡¯m just gonna see him out,¡± Monique says to me. ¡°Mm-hm.¡± I follow her to the living room to get my things as she sees Dave off. I walk back to the hallway and unlock my door, shutting it behind me. I throw my shoes by my bed and my purse on the bed as I get undressed. I grab my dress and throw it in my hamper. I reach for my panties but pause when I don¡¯t touch any piece of the material on my body. I bring my gaze down, surprised I¡¯m not wearing any panties. ¡°What the fuck?¡± Twenty Six My mind shes back to Dominique¡¯s house. I remember pulling it down my ankles to take a bath. Fuck, I didn¡¯t pick it back. I left it on the floor of Dominique Gray¡¯s guest bathroom. ¡°Oh my fucking god.¡± I facepalm and walk toward my closet. I pull open the drawers and pull out blue cotton shorts and put them on. I grab a T-shirt off the rack and put it on as I step out of my bedroom. What was I thinking? Leaving behind my panties in Dominique¡¯s house? Fuck. What would be his reaction when he finds my panties? That¡¯s if he finds it. That was his guest bathroom and there¡¯s a slim chance he would ever use his guest bathroom when he has his own bedroom and an en-suite bathroom for that matter. Helen will definitely find it on the floor if she wants to clean the bathroomter in the day or week. Will she give it to Dominique or throw it away? God, let her throw it away. I can¡¯t imagine Dominique finding my panties, I¡¯m going to die of embarrassment. First, it was getting drunk, cking out, throwing up, and then forgetting panties. What¡¯s going to be next? Forgetting a bra? Like that¡¯ll ever happen. I¡¯m not going back to his house so strike that. I go to the kitchen and just like Dave said he¡¯d prepared scrambled eggs and toast. I sit on a barstool as I dish out scrambled eggs and French toast for myself. I get up to pour myself a ss of milk and grab a fork. I sit down and start to eat. I moan when the eggs touch my tongue. ¡°Okay, he¡¯s a good cook,¡± I mutter, picking up a toast and taking a bite. ¡°Is that so?¡± Monique asks as she walks into the kitchen. She picks a fork and sits on the opposite stool and joins me in my meal. ¡°Is he gone?¡± I ask. ¡°Yeah.¡± Monique breathes out, a forkful of eggs in her mouth. ¡°Do you think I¡¯m moving too fast? Please be honest.¡± ¡°What? With Dave?¡± I ask. Monique nods. ¡°A little bit, yeah.¡± ¡°Fuck. This was supposed to be easy. He was supposed to be a quick fuck, a one-night stand. Now we¡¯re going on midnight dates and he¡¯s making me lunch or is this supposed to be breakfast?¡± She looks down at the food he prepared. ¡°You could always slow things down.¡± ¡°See, that¡¯s the thing. I like him a lot. And it¡¯s too quick, I know. But I want to give Dave a shot.¡± Well, she¡¯s going to learn the hard way, isn¡¯t she? ¡°Okay. Whatever floats your boat. Just be careful. And I mean it. If he fuck shit up, you have me. Trust I¡¯m going to fuck him up real good.¡± Monique rolls her eyes andughs. ¡°Where are youing from? You spent the night outside. Who¡¯s the guy?¡± I take a sip from my ss of milk, stalling as I sit the ss in front of me. ¡°Dominique Gray.¡± ¡°What? He was your one-night stand?¡± ¡°No, he wasn¡¯t. It was something else, actually. In fact, it was nothing. I got drunkst night and¡­ I don¡¯t even remember much. I woke up without my dress in his bedroom.¡± ¡°What the fuck? He took advantage of you?¡± ¡°He didn¡¯t. I¡¯d know. I may have vomited on my dressst night and passed out. Dominique brought me home and his Househelp undressed me and dry-cleaned my dress and his driver dropped me off.¡± I exhale, folding the toast together and biting half of it. God, I¡¯m so hungry. I could eat a horse at this point. ¡°That¡¯s¡­ that¡¯s really amazing.¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s not. One minute I loathed this guy, the next minute I woke up in his bed in his house, half-naked. That¡¯s not good. I was so embarrassed I practically couldn¡¯t look him in the eye.¡± I roll my eyes, withholding the information about my panties. I think it¡¯s best if Monique doesn¡¯t find out. She might even turn this whole scenario into a sex thing. ¡°Well, you have a point.¡± ¡°Of course I do. I¡¯m d you know where I¡¯ming from.¡± Monique nods and we continue to eat in silence. ¡°Did you know Dominique has a younger brother?¡±Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. ¡°Yeah. Leonardo Gray. He owns Club Rogue.¡± ¡°What? And you didn¡¯t tell me, why?¡± ¡°Why does it matter?¡± ¡°Maybe I deserve to know. How did you even know this?¡± ¡°I¡¯m a model, duh. I¡¯m expected to know every big-boy sh man in town. And he may not be popr like his brother, but he¡¯s a party boy.¡± ¡°In the future, maybe I deserve to know shit like this.¡± ¡°Why? You wouldn¡¯t have gone to Club Roguest night if you¡¯d known Dominique¡¯s younger brother owned it? You¡¯re trippin¡¯,¡± Monique says, chuckling. ¡°You and I know you¡¯re attracted to Dominique but your stubbornness would not make you admit to that.¡± ¡°How did you evene to that conclusion?¡± I ask. ¡°Come on, Robbie, admit it. Dominique is hot and he obviously makes you feel things you¡¯ve never felt before and he¡¯s yet to touch you. Now imagine his hands on you, right where you want them, hmm.¡± Monique winks at me. I groan, hating the fact that she¡¯s nted that image in my head. Now I¡¯m thinking about it, imagining it. His fingers on my body right where I want them as he pleases me, quenching the throbbing ache in between my legs. Now I¡¯m fucking horny just thinking about it. I can feel the heat and the tension that¡¯s slowly building up in between my legs. Fuck me. Moniqueughs, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts as I look up at her. ¡°You both are sexually attracted to each other. He obviously wants to fuck you, and you want him to do things to you, you just don¡¯t want to admit it. Why not give in to this dark desire and just get it over with?¡± ¡°I hate it when you do this.¡± ¡°Do what? You know I care about you.¡± ¡°Yes, you do, and I appreciate it. I hate it when you put me in a spot where I have internal battles with myself and I always fucking lose.¡± Monique chuckles. ¡°Maybe this time, losing is just as enjoyable as winning. You can¡¯t keep chasing everyone away because you¡¯re afraid ofmitment¡± ¡°I¡¯m not afraid ofmitment.¡± ¡°Yeah? Are you willing to open your heart and love someone for a change? It doesn¡¯t have to be love, maybe a rtionship, for a start.¡± ¡°No, but that doesn¡¯t mean I¡¯m afraid ofmitment.¡± ¡°Okay. So what does it mean then?¡± ¡°It simply means I¡¯m not ready to date anyone.¡± ¡°Really? God, you¡¯re always in denial. Falling in love or admitting you like someone doesn¡¯t make you weak, Robyn. It simply means you¡¯re human and humans were made to feel, be it love, pleasure, sadness, or hurt, we were built to feel all these emotions, and whichever way we decide to handle these emotions shouldn¡¯t define our lives. I love you, Robyn, I just want you to feel. It doesn¡¯t have to be love, it could be pleasure, from a man who¡¯s willing to give it to you.¡± ¡°Wow. All these long speeches all because you want me to fuck Dominique Gray.¡± Monique is dumbfounded as she smiles weakly at me and shakes her head. ¡°I can¡¯t believe you got only that from everything I said?¡± I run both my hands through my hair and groan. ¡°Alright, I¡¯m sorry for being a pain in the ass and for being careful. I heard you and I¡¯m going to think about everything you¡¯ve said.¡± Monique gives me a calcted look. ¡°You are not gonna think about what I said, are you?¡± ¡°I will. Cross my heart and hope to die.¡± I smile and wink at her. Monique smiles back and nods. ¡°Wanna binge-watch all the episodes of Death Note with me while we fangirl over L and how charismatic he is?¡± Monique asks, smiling. ¡°Like I have a choice. This is the second time we¡¯re watching that anime.¡± ¡°Damn right. Still can¡¯t get enough.¡± Monique says, grabbing my ss of milk as she takes a sip. We finish eating and I pack the dishes, filling them in the dishwasher as I let it wash and rinse. I take out the dishes and Monique wipes them clean, keeping them in the te rack. Monique makes popcorn and we sit down in front of the 58-inch smart TV as Death Note ys on TV. My mind quickly drifts off, going over what Monique said earlier about how I¡¯m in denial. Giving in to my desires just proves that Dominique has won, but I won¡¯t let that happen. I¡¯ll have to beat him at his own game first. I shouldn¡¯t have fallen for his charms, but this man won¡¯t stop surprising me. He¡¯s like a fucking onion, and the more I peel the moreyers I see. And damn it, if eachyer doesn¡¯t have its own secret. Whatever game this is, whatever filthy game we¡¯re ying, a part of me tells me the more I y, the more I¡¯m likely to lose. But as Monique says, sometimes even losing can be pleasurable. But what about winning? I don¡¯t n on losing to Dominique Gray and he¡¯s going to learn that the hard way. Twenty Seven ¡°Okay, Cami, tell me if you can feel this,¡± I say to the brte patient lying on the hospital bed as I pinch her wrist. She yelps, yanking away her arm as she gives me a look. ¡°So sorry about that. I just wanted to be sure you¡¯re fine.¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine, really. I guess I¡¯ve been stressing myself too muchtely and I needed to take a break.¡± ¡°Mmm. If you don¡¯t mind me asking, what has been stressing you?¡± I ask, recing her saline bag with a new one. ¡°This will keep you hydrated,¡± I tell her, referring to the saline bag. ¡°Well, I¡¯m getting married soon and I¡¯m nervous and afraid I¡¯m going to fuck shit up.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± I sigh. I¡¯ve never been married so I really don¡¯t know how I¡¯m supposed tofort a person who¡¯s nervous about getting married. Looking at Cami, she should be around my age. A Good Samaritan rushed her in not too long ago and ording to the man she copsed at a shopping mall. Luckily, nothing happened to her. ¡°Well, I don¡¯t know the best advice to give you, but I think you should take it slow for your sake and that of your health. If you love him, then everything will fall into ce smoothly. Just don¡¯t overwork yourself. I think it¡¯s okay to get nervous before your big day, it¡¯s a wedding, so it¡¯s normal to be nervous. You¡¯re about to start a new life and a new family, it¡¯s okay to feel the way you¡¯re feeling. You just have to take things slowly and not rush it.¡± I say as I squeeze her hand gently. ¡°Thank you for your kind words, Nurse¡­¡± she trails off, trying to get my name. ¡°Robyn.¡± ¡°Robyn, huh? You sure look like a Robyn.¡± ¡°Thanks?¡± ¡°Strange name but it suits you. I¡¯ve never met anyone named Robyn before.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°Yes. You¡¯re the first.¡± ¡°Oh. That makes me special then.¡± Cami shes me a small smile. ¡°You could say that.¡± ¡°You should rest, your body needs it. And if you need anything don¡¯t hesitate to press this button,¡± I show her the red button by her bed. ¡°and I¡¯ll be here in a sh.¡± ¡°Sure.¡± Cami gives me a weak smile and I nod in return. I turn around to leave her ward but I halt my steps at the figure before me. Dominique Gray is leaning by the door of the hospital ward, dressed in his usual business attire, with his hands in his pockets. His hair is perfectly styled, with a few strands falling on either side of his perfect face. There are a few days of stubble on his chiseled jawline that makes him look more attractive, sexy even. We lock eyes immediately as Dominique holds my gaze longer than usual. He lets his eyes run over my body that¡¯s dded in hospital scrubs as he slowly smirks, a half-seductive smirk. Fuck, how is he more good-looking than the previous day? What¡¯s he even doing here? ¡°Dom,¡± Cami calls behind me as I slowly turn around, surprised at how she knew who he was. And then it clicks. Cami Gray. Why didn¡¯t I think of that when I saw herst name? I think the answer is obvious. There are a thousand people with Gray as theirst names, why would I even think for a second that she¡¯s rted to Dominique?Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, do you know each other?¡± I ask. ¡°Yes. He¡¯s my older brother.¡± Of course. ¡°Right,¡± I turn to look at Dominique and I sh him a small smile. ¡°I¡¯ll leave you two then.¡± I sidestep Dominique, catching a whiff of an expensive cologne and his manly scent as I step out of the hospital ward, heading straight for the restroom. It¡¯s my lunch break and I¡¯m freaking hungry. I haven¡¯t had the time to eat something because I¡¯ve been swamped with work. I turn on the faucet in the restroom as I pour water on my face. For some reason, I feel hot at the sight of Dominique. We haven¡¯t seen each other since the day I woke up in his house, which was a week ago. Two dayster, I started remembering little bits of what happened that night. First, it was when he approached me and we talked and he ordered water for me and a ss of bourbon for himself. I couldn¡¯t remember anything else. Then a few dayster, every memory starteding back, every stupid thing I said and did. I was so ashamed, I wanted the earth to swallow me. In fact, I hoped I was never going to see him again. I couldn¡¯t believe I flirted with him. What was I thinking? Not to mention I forgot my panties in his house. Now seeing him today after that incident a week ago, brought back memories I¡¯d rather forget. Fuck me. And today he had to look fucking sexy. And the way he held my gaze, even if it was for a short time, I had shivers down my spine and an all too familiar heat that I¡¯d never felt before. My heart beat against my chest and there were tingles in my toes. It made me feel like I was eighteen again,ing face to face with my crush. Fucking hell. What is wrong with me? I¡¯ve been with several men but I hate to admit that none of them have made me feel the way Dominique makes me feel and he¡¯s yet to touch me. His eyes, damn his eyes, they do strange things to me that I have never admitted to myself until now. He¡¯s bad news, I know that, but why can¡¯t I just pretend like he doesn¡¯t exist even though he¡¯s hot as sin and he lights my whole body on fire each time he looks at me? No matter how hard I¡¯ve tried to ignore or deny the burning sensation I feel by just his gaze, I can¡¯t. Because whether I like it or not, I want Dominique to do things to me, dirty, filthy things, and I gave him the impression that I may have been attracted to him the day I went to Club Rogue and had too much to drink. And now he thinks and probably knows that I am curious about what he could do with his fingers, his mouth, and every other part of him. That smug bastard. He¡¯s going to use that to his advantage. I am never going to win if I continue like this, but I¡¯ll have to try. He needs to know that he can¡¯t get anything or anyone so easily without working for it. He needs to work for it. I turn off the faucet, feeling a little bolder than a few minutes ago as I walk out of the restroom. I buy a chickpea sd sandwich with a bottle of water as I sit down on a chair in the cafeteria to eat. I scroll through my sister¡¯s Instagram page, stalking her as usual and making sure not to double-tap on her photos or videos. She¡¯s living the life. It would be a shocker if my twin sister would choose a life offort over luxury. She would never do that. My twin sister likes the life of luxury, shy cars, and every other extravagant thing thates with being the daughter of a billionaire. I drop my phone face-down on the table and groan into my palms. I¡¯m hungry and I¡¯ve forgotten about my lunch. I grab my sandwich and take a bite, frowning at the nd taste of the sandwich. How many days old is this anyway? I drop the sandwich on the tter as I grab the bottle of water and open it, throwing my head back a little to gulp the liquid. I lock the bottle of water and ce it on the tter and I push it forward a little, reminding myself to hit the vending machinester. ¡°You not hungry?¡± A voice says as I look up, locking eyes with a pair of green eyes. Doctor Sanders upies the vacant seat opposite me as he drops a paper bag on the table. ¡°It¡¯s not that. The sandwich tasted weird.¡± ¡°You bought it from the hospital?¡± ¡°Yeah. It¡¯s just nd.¡± I say. ¡°Some would think since St. Jose is a big hospital, they would sell better food.¡± ¡°Yeah. I also think some of the hospital chefs should be fired.¡± Doctor Sanders says with a yful grin. He pushes the paper bag to me and gestures for me to have it. He¡¯s offering me his lunch? ¡°Oh, no, you don¡¯t have to,¡± I say, pushing the paper bag back, but Doctor Sanders shakes his head and pushes it toward me, our fingers identally touching. I clear my throat and say, ¡°You really don¡¯t have to.¡± ¡°I have eaten something this morning before I came to work. You should have it. A part of me tells me you haven¡¯t had anything to eat throughout today.¡± I give him a smile of gratitude and open the paper bag. There¡¯s a chicken sandwich inside and it still looks fresh. I take it out and unwrap it as I take a bite, moaning at the taste. I take another bite, my eyes half-lidded as I moan again and savor the taste. I could bet my left tit that this isn¡¯t from the hospital. I open my eyes, shocked to find Doctor Sanders staring at me with a strange look in his eyes. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I didn¡¯t mean to react that way toward food. This actually tastes good.¡± And I¡¯m hungry. Doctor Sanders clears his throat and nods. ¡°I¡¯m d you like it.¡± ¡°Where did you get it?¡± I ask, taking another bite. ¡°Oh, I made it.¡± I pause, gently chewing the food in my mouth as I swallow. ¡°You made this? There are not a lot of men in the world who know how to cook.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a sandwich, Robyn. I don¡¯t think you need special powers or a talent in cooking to make this.¡± ¡°You think?¡± I smile, shaking my head. ¡°There are men who can¡¯t make a sandwich.¡± ¡°Maybe.¡± ¡°I¡¯m d you see where I¡¯m going with this,¡± I sh Doctor Sanders a genuine smile. ¡°Thank you for this. I really appreciate it.¡± ¡°You¡¯re wee.¡± The table falls silent as I eat. Doctor Sanders leans back in his seat as he watches me. His gaze is a little heated and I¡¯m starting to feel weird by his never-ending look. I sh him a nervous smile and stuff thest of the sandwich into my mouth as I chew slowly. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, do I have something on my face?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Oh. You¡¯ve been staring.¡± I chuckle nervously, grabbing my bottle of water and taking a gulp. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I just¡­¡± he clears his throat again. ¡°Never mind. That was stupid.¡± ¡°Mmm.¡± I hum, twisting back the cover of the bottle as I ce it on the table. ¡°Miss. Denver.¡± That all too familiar voice calls as Doctor Sanders and I look up. Dominique Gray stands by the side of my table, hands in his pants pockets as he stares at me for a long minute before he shifts his gaze to Doctor Sanders who¡¯s confused by the sudden confrontation by none other than Dominique Gray. Twenty Eight ¡°Doctor.¡± Dominique addresses Doctor Sanders with a tight-lipped smile. Doctor Sanders nods. ¡°Mr. Gray. To what do we owe your visit?¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t mind, I¡¯d like to have a word with Miss Denver.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Doctor Sanders says, matching Dominique¡¯s conflicting gaze. ¡°Alone.¡± Dominique grits out, still wearing a devilish smirk as he stares at Doctor Sanders. I sigh, trying so hard not to facepalm in front of these men. What are they doing? ¡°Can we talk some other time, Doctor Sanders?¡± I ask, giving the doctor a small smile. He sighs, locking eyes with me as if asking me if he should leave or not. I nod in agreement. Doctor Sanders watches me for a second and nods as he stands up. ¡°Thanks for the food,¡± I add. Doctor Sanders gives Dominique a stink eye as he sidesteps the billionaire and walks away. Dominique sits down on the now empty seat as he unbuttons his suit jacket. I look around, and just like I expected, some of the doctors, nurses, and hospital guests are watching us, but they look away when they catch me staring back. ¡°That wasn¡¯t necessary though,¡± I say, turning to look at Dominique who¡¯s already staring at me. ¡°Do you like him?¡± He asks out of the blue, his eyes dark as he watches me. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Richard Sanders, do you like him?¡± ¡°Professionally, yes,¡± I answer, trying to wrap my head around his sudden possessive behavior. ¡°So you don¡¯t want to fuck him?¡± Now, that question caught me off guard. ¡°Are you fucking kidding me?¡± I whisperyell at Dominique. ¡°He wants to fuck you and he¡¯s not being subtle about it. I think you know of his intentions but yet you seem to be enjoying his advances toward you.¡± ¡°Is that so? I can¡¯t believe you just called me an attention-seeking whore without actually saying it,¡± I say, fuming at his nerves. ¡°You¡¯re a fucking asshole.¡± I proceed to stand up, but Dominique suddenly wraps his hand around my wrist and gestures for me to sit down. I look at his hand around my arm and he follows my gaze. I jerk away, hating the fact that that little contact sent electricity through my spine as I sat down. Under the table, I wrap my right hand around my wrist, right on the spot where Dominique held me as I red at him. I try to ignore the burning sensation at the contact and I have a feeling he felt it too.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. Dominique exhales, eyes locked on nothing in particr as he brings his gaze back to me. ¡°I never called you an attention-seeking whore.¡± ¡°You implied it.¡± I point out. He raises his eyebrows for a brief second before he looks away from me, staring at nothing as he shifts his gaze back to me. ¡°Richard likes you and he wants to fuck you. You¡¯re not dumb so I believe you¡¯re smart to know his true intentions.¡± Wait a second, is he jealous of Doctor Sanders? ¡°Why don¡¯t you let me worry about that.¡± There¡¯s a short silence, with our eyes locked in an intense gaze that is obviously doing strange things to me. Why does he have to look at me like that though? Like he wants to pull me to himself and rip my clothes apart. Damnit, Robyn, slow down with the filthy thoughts. ¡°If I didn¡¯t know the kind of person you are, I would have said you are jealous of Doctor Sanders.¡± Dominique¡¯s lips curl into a smirk as he chuckles. ¡°Jealous? Of the good doctor?¡± ¡°Mm-hm.¡± Still smirking, Dominique exhales deeply. ¡°Then you really don¡¯t know me at all.¡± ¡°Is that so? Then why do you care if Doctor Sanders wants to fuck me? And what does it matter to you if I want the same thing?¡± ¡°Oh, I know you don¡¯t want the same thing. He¡¯s not your type.¡± ¡°And how would you know my type?¡± ¡°I know you don¡¯t like spineless men who can¡¯t make you feel like your whole body is on fire. You want a man who can do things to you, Robyn. A man who can make you feel things and that doctor, he¡¯s not up to the task, is he?¡± He whispers every word as he looks into my eyes, daring me to deny his ims. ¡°And you¡¯re that man?¡± I whisper, leaning forward as I match his scrutinizing gaze that can see through me. Dominique pulls away from his chair as he leans forward, his lips a few inches apart from mine. He brushes his fingers against mine as he shifts his gaze from my eyes to my lips, lingering on my lips for a long minute before he brings his gaze to meet my eyes. ¡°You know¡­ you can always find out.¡± I don¡¯t say a word, not because I don¡¯t have anything to say, but because I need to remind myself that I¡¯m ying his games. And boy is he good? I lean back, not backing down from our heated gaze as I ce my left thigh over my right thigh. I hate this. I hate that my body is responding to every filthy thing he¡¯s saying. I hate that I know I have to stay away from him, but my body is saying otherwise. Dominique Gray is bad news, I know that, but why the fuck does he make me feel this way? Electricity coursing through my body, the burning desire, and the constant feeling of need and the release that I crave from him and only him. The feeling is overwhelming and I don¡¯t know how to react. I think part of the reason I am feeling this way is because I haven¡¯t had sex in a while so it¡¯s normal to respond this way to a very attractive man oozing sex appeal and the body of that of a god. Yes, that could be the reason. There¡¯s no other exnation. Dominique exhales. ¡°You should know something about me, Robyn. I¡¯m a very patient man. And by patient, I mean, I can always take things slow even though you will always be in denial.¡± What is this about? ¡°Denial? I¡¯m in denial about what?¡± ¡°You¡¯re smart, you know what I mean.¡± I chuckle quietly, biting my bottom lip as I bring my hand from under the table to ce it on top of the table. ¡°I have a feeling you want me to admit to you that I like you.¡± ¡°Likeness and attraction are two different things. Why don¡¯t we focus on the attraction?¡± Dominique says, matching my gaze with his heated ones. Desire. There¡¯s desire in his eyes and hunger. His ocean-blue eyes linger on my face, staring into my eyes intently. With the way he holds my gaze, I can feel that unfamiliar electricity coursing through my veins. With the way he¡¯s looking at me, I can tell he has little to no restraints left. He wants me, I know that, but I never knew he wanted me this much. And now he wants me to tell him that I want him too just as much as he wants me. He wants me to feed his ego. ¡°Why are you so confident that I am attracted to you?¡± Dominique smirks, seductive and flirtatious. ¡°Why don¡¯t you let me show you?¡± He asks. His voice is husky, deep, and malicious. He knows what he¡¯s doing. He¡¯s trying to see me melt under his gaze. Little does he know I¡¯m a master of his own seductive game. But I won¡¯t tell him that, I¡¯ll have to show him. I lean forward, my voice an octave lower as I whisper, ¡°Then show me.¡± Twenty Nine ¡°Then show me.¡± ¡°I would if you let me take you to dinner.¡± I didn¡¯t expect that answer from him and he could see the surprise written on my face. I lean back on my seat, arms crossed underneath my chest as I grin. ¡°Are you asking me out on a date?¡± ¡°I am.¡± So blunt, isn¡¯t he? Dominique exhales and leans forward, his fingers slowly running up and down the back of my palm. I want to pull away, but I don¡¯t. ¡°You could just agree to my offer, a friendly dinner, no strings attached and I¡¯ll show you how much you want me to do things to you. I could see it in your eyes, the need, the desire. You want me, Robyn, you want me to m you against the wall and let my fingers worship every part of your body, while I whisper dirty things into your ear,¡± he¡¯s whispering now, voice deep and husky and seductive. ¡°You¡¯re imagining it right now. Me on my knees and your right thigh over my shoulder as I tease your sensitive flesh in between your legs with my fingers and then I¡¯ll use my tongue, tasting every bit of you as I eat you out.¡± Oh boy. He¡¯s good. He¡¯s fucking good. My mouth is slightly open, my breathing shallow, and my eyes hold his gaze. My hands are mmy, my mouth dry, and my toes curl. He¡¯s right. I imagined everything, every dirty promise he¡¯s whispering to me right now, I¡¯m imagining everything. And the more he talks, the more I can feel the tension build in between my legs, begging for release. How dare he say things like that to me and not expect me to break? But I¡¯m not going to give him the satisfaction that he¡¯s right. He doesn¡¯t have to know that I¡¯ve thought about him doing all of these things he¡¯s promised. ¡°And you¡¯re going to enjoy it, every bit of it. And you won¡¯t help but beg for more.¡± He finishes his words as he leans back, his fingers leaving me empty as he watches me carefully with a smug look on his perfect face. Why do I have a feeling he still has a lot to say? ¡°You done?¡± I ask, leaning forward this time. The smug look on his face disappears immediately reced by a genuine confused look. This asshole wasn¡¯t expecting my reply, was he? ¡°You want me, don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Have I ever said otherwise?¡± Dominique raises his eyebrows. ¡°I have wanted you ever since the night at that party when I saw you in that red dress.¡± ¡°The night you told me I owed you?¡± ¡°That¡¯s correct. And I¡¯ve not been subtle about it either. And as I said earlier I am a patient man, and we¡¯re both adults, I know what I want and you know what you want. What¡¯s holding us back from getting what we both want? Even if it¡¯s for one night. One night of pleasure. One you won¡¯t be able to forget even though you try.¡± ¡°God, you¡¯re so fucking blunt.¡± ¡°I believe women are turned on by a man who¡¯s honest. Argue it or not, you know it¡¯s true. You like how blunt I am. And I¡¯m not gonna beat around the bush on how much I want you. But I won¡¯t force you, I like my women consenting. I know you want me too, Robyn, you just don¡¯t want to admit it, afraid you¡¯re going to lose this game after you told me you would never fuck me.¡± ¡°I wasn¡¯t bluffing.¡± There¡¯s a long silence. Dominique still holds my gaze, his eyes darker than usual as he watches me. ¡°How long are you gonna keep that up?¡± ¡°Keep what up?¡± ¡°You know what I mean, Robyn. How long are you gonna keep pretending to hate me when you and I know it¡¯s the opposite.¡± The nerve of this man. ¡°Keep telling yourself that.¡± ¡°Well, indulge me then. What¡¯s it about me that you hate so much?¡± I stay silent. Because even though I im to despise this man, I can¡¯te up with anything other than the fact that he reminds me of my past self. And I feel like he could see through me. Dominique brings out the woman in me that I¡¯ve locked far away in my head and that just scares me. He makes me feel things, strange things that I never expected to feel and I loathe him for that. I hate him because he¡¯s everything I should stay away from but can¡¯t. He¡¯s the one thing I shouldn¡¯t want but can¡¯t help it. I hate that I go to sleep some nights and I see him in my dreams, taunting me because I may have touched myself to sleep with the memory of him touching me instead. Dominique leans forward and slowly he smirks. ¡°Let me guess. You hate the fact that I make you wet without actually touching you. ¡°God, you¡¯re so fucking confident.¡± ¡°Is that right?¡± His gaze falls to my chest. ¡°Well, your nipples beg to differ.¡± I follow his gaze down to my breast and fuck, my nipples are hard, rubbing against the fabric of my scrubs. Shit. Why the fuck did I choose to not wear a bra today? I clear my throat and adjust my scrubs, running my fingers through my hair. Dominique smirks, obviously enjoying my difort. ¡°Look, I get it. This is hard for you, you¡¯ve never been turned down by a woman before so you¡¯re trying to make me fall for your charms, which by the way, is not working.¡± ¡°What makes you think I¡¯ve never been turned down?¡± ¡°You¡¯re Dominique Gray. One of New York¡¯s most eligible bachelors. You¡¯re attractive, hot¡± ¡°So you think I¡¯m attractive and hot?¡± He asks, a smug grin on his face. I internally groan, biting my lip as I roll my eyes. ¡°I think you know that already, so don¡¯t act surprised.¡± ¡°Mmm. I never knew you thought I was hot. That¡¯s a plus for me.¡± ¡°Keep ttering yourself.¡± ¡°And I¡¯ve been rejected before, a few times actually. Not every girl wants to fuck me, Robyn, a lot of them want a rtionship, something I¡¯m not willing to offer, so they turn me down because they don¡¯t want to be something else. And I don¡¯t chase them because I don¡¯t find them interesting enough. But you, Robyn¡± he exhales and leans forward, giving me a full view of his perfect face and how the stubble makes him look hotter, forbidden. His blue eyes hold my gaze, staring into my brown ones intently. ¡°You¡¯re more than interesting. You fascinate me, if I¡¯m being honest. And trust me when I say it takes a lot as a woman to hold my attention and you¡¯ve done more than that.¡± He says as he leans back on his seat, his arms spread over his chair. I¡¯m speechless. No man has ever made me speechless before. I always have a thing or two to say as a response but this man sitting in front of me, he¡¯s made me speechless and I have a feeling he knows what he¡¯s done. ¡°Why are you here?¡± I finally found my voice. ¡°Cami fainted, that¡¯s why I¡¯m here.¡± He knows what I mean, but yet he¡¯s acting like he doesn¡¯t. ¡°You know what I mean, Dominique. What are you doing here?¡± He exhales as he taps his long fingers on the back of the chair he¡¯s currently upying. ¡°We haven¡¯t had time to talk since that day at my house. You know the day, right?¡± I bite my bottom lip, looking anywhere else but Dominique. I can¡¯t believe he¡¯s trying to make me remember that embarrassing moment of my life. ¡°I¡¯m not an alcoholic and I don¡¯t always behave the way I behaved the other day. I believe I may have said some things I shouldn¡¯t have said while intoxicated. I may have given you the wrong impression.¡± ¡°Mmm. Is that so? If I recall what you said, you said you liked to y games, and you like them dirty, rough, and hard¡­¡± he whispers, his voice deep and smooth. I squeeze my legs together, wishing every cell in my body wouldn¡¯t react this way toward him. I can¡¯t remember thest time I¡¯ve been this sexually attracted to anyone. When Damien and I were together, I didn¡¯t react this way toward him. That spark, that electricity wasn¡¯t there in our rtionship. But Dominique is yet to touch me, and I am already a puddle under his scrutinizing gaze. I don¡¯t trust myself around him and that terrifies me. Fuck him. And speaking about that night, I don¡¯t think he¡¯s seen the panties that I forgot in his house, or if he had, he would have brought it up. It¡¯s either he hasn¡¯t seen it or he has and he¡¯s probably waiting for me to bring it up. Helen may have seen it on the floor of the bathroom while cleaning and she must have picked it up. Did she throw it away? Can she do that without showing it to her boss? The thought alone mortifies me and I want to sink into my chair. How could I forget my panties in Dominique Gray¡¯s house? It may look like nothing but it was fucking sensual. I wonder what his reaction would be when he finally finds my redce panties. Aroused? Surprised? Or maybe both? ¡°I was drunk, Dominique. That doesn¡¯t mean shit. And I apologize if I was a handful. I don¡¯t always get drunk to the point of vomiting or talking about¡­ sex.¡± I roll my eyes. ¡°That wasn¡¯t me.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t believe you.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t believe me?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. I don¡¯t. As much as I find this side of you attractive, the other side of you, the side you showed me that night, that was the real you. You¡¯re a little temptress, aren¡¯t you? And that little temptress is in desperate need of a release and that¡¯s something you shouldn¡¯t be ashamed of. And as I¡¯ve said a million times, I want you, I want to feel every inch of you and fuck me if your constant denial doesn¡¯t turn me the fuck on. And the other side of you that you showed me the other night, the wild side of you,¡± Dominique smirks, biting his bottom lip. ¡°that wild side of you knows what she wants. And God knows I¡¯ve imagined you in different ways and in different positions, all of which I¡¯m sure you¡¯re going to enjoy.¡± ¡°And what¡¯s that?¡± I whisper, my heart beating too fast against my chest as I lock eyes with him. ¡°What is it you think that I want?¡± ¡°Dinner and I will show you.¡± ¡°If that¡¯s your way of nning to have me on your bed, you¡¯re going to have to try harder, Dominique.¡± Dominique chuckles, raising one perfect brow as he smiles. The little show of emotion catches me off guard. I¡¯ve never seen Dominique smile before. I¡¯ve gotten used to the nk stares, the seductive smirk, and the nonchnt look, never have I seen Dominique smile. But boy, does he look hotter when he smiles? ¡°Are you afraid you¡¯re gonna fall?¡± ¡°No. Trust me, it takes more than just sweet words and dinner to get me in bed, Dominique.¡± ¡°I know. Why don¡¯t you tell me what I have to do to get you in bed then?¡± Dominique cocks his head to the side as he watches me carefully. I exhale. ¡°You¡¯re going to have to find out, wouldn¡¯t you?¡± I sh him a smug smile, gathering my things as I sit up. ¡°As much as I enjoy this little chat of ours, I¡¯m going to have to call it a day. See you around, Dom.¡± I stand up slowly, smirking at the attractive man in front of me as I turn to leave. I stop on my track, turning toward Dominique whose full attention is on me. ¡°Oh, and by the way¡­¡± I walk toward the table, hands on the head of the chair as I lean forward, with Dominique¡¯s blue eyes staring into mine. ¡°I may have left a little present for you to hold on to, you know¡­ while you fantasize about fucking me. A little hint. It¡¯scy, red, thin, and almost see-through.¡± I whisper. Slowly, Dominique¡¯s smug look turns to surprise as he raises his eyebrows. I smirk, satisfied by the turn of events as I stand upright. I wink at Dominique, biting my bottom lip as I turn around and walk away.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. Thirty My friends hastily push me into the storage closet as Tiwa shuts the door behind her. Noah crosses his arms, smirking at me and tilting his head to the side. ¡°What is this about? Why are we in a fucking storage closet when we are supposed to be out there checking on our patients.¡± I ask, crossing my arms as I shift my gaze from Noah to Tiwa.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. ¡°Come on, Rob. What the fuck was that? You and Dominique Gray?¡± What? So this is about Dominique Gray. Why did I think otherwise? ¡°Everyone who was eating at the cafeteria and the ones who may have just stopped by to grab a bottle of water saw everything,¡± Tiwa says. ¡°Okay. Meaning you guys saw everything too, why are we here then?¡± ¡°Deets, Robyn. Give us the deets. We¡¯re dying for it.¡± Noah says. Always so dramatic. ¡°It was nothing. We were just talking.¡± ¡°That doesn¡¯t look like talking. From where I was standing I could feel the sexual tension between you.¡± Tiwa says. ¡°Me too. Like literally. You guys should just have sex and get it over with.¡± Noah says. I roll my eyes. ¡°We¡¯re not having sex anytime soon.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°That¡¯s so,¡± I say as a matter of fact even though I don¡¯t trust the words that just left my mouth. I groan, rubbing the heel of my palms against my eyes. ¡°Nothing happened, for real. We were just talking.¡± ¡°Okay¡­¡± Noah pressures, staring at me with his big doe eyes. ¡°Robyn, we¡¯re just surprised, you know. We just wanna know what the fuck is going on with you and Dominique? New York¡¯s finest and elite bachelor.¡± ¡°Ugh. New York¡¯s finest, huh? That¡¯s just cliche.¡± I point out, grinning. ¡°Whatever, you know what I mean,¡± Tiwa says. ¡°And I, in particr, am interested in knowing how this started in the first ce. Anyone could tell you guys are not strangers.¡± Noah says, his gaze fixed on me. ¡°Okay, since you guys are desperate enough about what transpired between me and Dominique. I¡¯ll give you the short version. Tiwa already knew I hit his car and ran away, so¡± ¡°Wait, you hit Dominique Gray¡¯s car and ran away?¡± Noah asks, eyebrows lifted and eyes widened. ¡°Something like that. It¡¯s a long time ago, I think we may have sorted it out.¡± Noah turns to look at Tiwa. ¡°This really happened? And no one chose to tell me?¡± ¡°Because we don¡¯t want you to react the exact way you¡¯re reacting now. Dramatic.¡± Tiwa points out and turns to look at me, giving me a gesture to continue. ¡°You guys remember the night Monique and I went to Club Rogue, right?¡± I ask. They both nod. ¡°Great. I got drunk, cked out, and the next day I woke up half-naked in Dominique¡¯s bed. Not his bed actually, his guest bedroom.¡± ¡°He was your one-night stand?¡± They ask in unison, both clearly entertained by all of this. ¡°God, no. Thankfully, nothing happened.¡± ¡°Thankfully, huh?¡± Noah teases as he wiggles his eyebrows. ¡°Yes, Noah, thankfully. I didn¡¯t even remember what transpired between us the night before. It took me about a weekter to remember, it was shit. I was a mess, a flirty seductive mess and I may have flirted with him and thrown it at his face that I was interested.¡± I groan, running both my fingers down my hair. ¡°It was stupid.¡± ¡°Stupid? So you¡¯re telling us that you¡¯re not interested in the smokin¡¯ hot billionaire? Is that what you¡¯re saying?¡± Noah asks, watching me carefully. I feel like I¡¯m in court, being questioned for something that I am very much guilty of. ¡°Probably, yeah.¡± I cross my arms and shrug my shoulders as I avoid my friends¡¯ gazes. ¡°Probably, yeah? Damn, you¡¯re in lust. With that, it¡¯s obvious you want a piece of him.¡± Tiwa says, grinning. ¡°And as they say, alcohol brings out the other side of us that we¡¯re too ashamed to show the world,¡± Noah says and I roll my eyes. ¡°Nobody said that, Noah.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll be surprised people did say that,¡± Noah says. ¡°And just so we understand, Dominique wants to have sex with you, right?¡± ¡°Yep. He makes sure to remind me every fucking time we have a conversation. He even propositioned me. He asked me to go on a date with him and also he wanted me to give him a chance. He¡¯s promising me one night, one night that I won¡¯t be able to forget.¡± ¡°And why aren¡¯t you grabbing that opportunity with both hands? Isn¡¯t that what you want?¡± I turn to yfully re at Noah. ¡°And how would you know what I want?¡± ¡°Clearly, he¡¯s offering you one night of pleasure, what¡¯s the harm in that? You both are adults, and even a blind bat could tell you¡¯re attracted to this man, even though you im to hate him. Also, he¡¯s hot, he¡¯s fucking hot, and he¡¯s not some other guy, Robyn. He¡¯s Dominique fucking Gray. An opportunity like this alwayses in a lifetime.¡± Tiwa says. They¡¯re doing it again. They¡¯re doing what they promised they wouldn¡¯t do. Interfering with my personal life and trying to get meid. ¡°And also, we know a romantic rtionship is thest thing on your to-do list right now. I¡¯m pretty sure Dominique is not looking for love either. You both are horny, and sexually attracted to each other, why can¡¯t you just fuck each other, and get it over with? You¡¯re obviously not gonna see him again after the deed is done. Everyone goes their separate ways, with the memory of one night the both of you wouldn¡¯t forget so easily. You should say yes.¡± Noah says and Tiwa nods in affirmation. They say it like it¡¯s so easy. Dominique Gray is an arrogant, sweet-talking, maniptive billionaire. The moment I agree to what he¡¯s proposing, I¡¯m going to be like other girls. The girls who fell for every one of his sweet words. The girl who¡¯s like other girls. He knew from the start that I was going to fall for his charms, and he used that to his advantage. You should back out of this, Robyn, there¡¯s no guarantee you¡¯re gonna win his games. He¡¯s fucking good. But it¡¯s toote now, isn¡¯t it? I let his dirty words get into my head, and now I want him to do things to me, even if it¡¯s for one night. It¡¯s up to me to show him two can y, and he¡¯s not going to get out of this without begging for more. That, I am sure of. ¡°Earth to Robyn,¡± Noah calls, snapping his pale, slender fingers in front of my face. ¡°Come on, guys. Let¡¯s get out of here.¡± I sh them a small smile. ¡°Is that a triumphant smile? You know, the smile that means you¡¯re finally going to let go and have fun?¡± Noah asks. ¡°Something like that,¡± I say, grinning. ¡°Yes! That¡¯s my girl.¡± Noah says, a big grin on his face like I just told him I won a billion dors so I¡¯m giving him half. ¡°That¡¯s the spirit, Robyn.¡± Tiwa smiles at me as she throws her arm around my shoulder. Noah unlocks the storage door and we step out, grinning and giggling like children. As we shut the door, Caroline Peters steps out of the corner of the hallway, obviously justing out of the restroom. We pause in our tracks as Caroline shes me a wicked smile. ¡°Robyn Denver. Wow, who knew you had such an intense rtionship with one of our stockholders, Dominique Gray, for that matter.¡± ¡°Okay¡­¡± ¡°Let me guess. He¡¯s your one-way ticket in securing a permanent job in St. Jose, isn¡¯t that right?¡± ¡°Beat it, Peters.¡± Tiwa, who¡¯s standing by my right says as she res at Caroline. ¡°Everyone knows you¡¯re worth nothing. If it wasn¡¯t for your mom, you wouldn¡¯t be here. You should be grateful and not try to show the whole fucking world what a nuisance you are.¡± Caroline is speechless and taken off guard. She clenches and unclenchs her jaw as she res at us. Tiwa just said what I would have said to her, but maybe more brutal. ¡°Why don¡¯t you sit on that, you fucking cunt.¡± I say to Caroline, a triumphant grin on my face as we walk past her. ¡°You know I¡¯ve been thinking..,¡± Caroline says as we turn to look at her. ¡°What will the hospital board say when they find out you¡¯ve been whoring yourself around? Especially with a certain Doctor.¡± She smirks at me, taking slow strides toward us as she stops in front of me. ¡°I obviously don¡¯t have any beef with either of you, this is about me and Denver.¡± Caroline says as she locks eyes with me, a devilish smirk on her pale face. ¡°I can make you lose your job with just a flick of my finger, Denver. You shouldn¡¯t underestimate me.¡± Caroline says as she turns around and walks away. Noah proceeds to go after her, but I stop him. ¡°I bet she underestimated me too.¡± I exhale my breath through my nose. ¡°Come on, guys, let¡¯s go,¡± I say as I turn around to walk down the opposite direction of Caroline, with my friends behind me. ¡°Should you be worried about her?¡± Tiwa asks. ¡°Nope.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Thirty One I hear a rattling noise from the doorknob in the living room as I step out of the kitchen into the living room and down to the small foyer. The door opens and Monique steps in, giggling like a love-sick teen. On the other side of the half-opened door, Dave stands there, grinning at her. I lean against the wall and clear my throat. Monique spins around at once, surprised to see me at home. ¡°Robyn, you¡¯re home?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± I give her a big smile as I shift my gaze to Dave who¡¯s standing on the other side of the door. He peeks his head in and waves at me, a little smile on his lips. ¡°Hey, Robyn.¡± ¡°Hello, Dave.¡± I give him a small smile. ¡°I¡¯ll leave you two alone,¡± I say as I walk back to the kitchen. I made spaghetti and meatballs earlier for dinner before Monique stumbled into the foyer with Dave. I grab a fork and sit down on the barstool to eat, with Monique and Dave giggling andughing in the foyer. Dear God, I thought as I roll my eyes. Maybe it¡¯s because I¡¯ve never been in love that¡¯s why I¡¯m cringing right now or it¡¯s because I can see through Dave and I can tell he¡¯s a phony but I don¡¯t know how to tell Monique without hurting her feelings. At this point, I think it¡¯s both. ¡°See youter, babe,¡± Dave calls. ¡°You too, babe. Be careful. And call me when you get home.¡± Monique says to him. Suddenly, there is a squishing sound like they¡¯re kissing and a silent giggle.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. ¡°I¡¯ll see youter, handsome,¡± Monique whispers to Dave and I hear a peck sound like she just blew kisses at Dave, and then finally, the front door shuts. ¡°Fuck me in the head.¡± I groan under my breath. Monique has dated a lot of guys over the years and obviously, the rtionship didn¡¯t turn out great, but I¡¯ve never seen her like this. Happy, carefree, and so in love. Maybe Dave brings out the best in her even though he¡¯s a little too much and obviously a fake. I don¡¯t like Dave and I think he knows that too. He¡¯s a slut. I just don¡¯t understand why Monique doesn¡¯t see that. There are some men out there who are casanovas but then they meet this one girl who tamed their heart and they don¡¯t look at other women, not anymore, and Dave is nothing like those men. I care so much about Monique, I don¡¯t want to see her hurt. Her past breakups weren¡¯t tragic, she ended most of them. Monique knew they wouldn¡¯tst and she knew where she stood from the beginning, so it didn¡¯te as a shocker when she found some of them cheating on her. But with Dave, it¡¯s something different. So if he fucks shit up with her, it¡¯s going to hurt her more than her past breakups and I¡¯m going to have to hurt him. ¡°Hey, babe,¡± Monique says to me as she walks into the kitchen. ¡°Babe, huh?¡± I grin at her and she rolls her eyes, smiling. ¡°Shut up.¡± She groans. ¡°So you spent the night at his ce?¡± ¡°Yeah. We, um, we went on a date and he drove us home. We had a little fun and I was a little drunk. That¡¯s why I¡¯m justing home.¡± She says as she shrugs her shoulder. ¡°So, he¡¯s the one?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­ yet. But, seriously, Robyn, Dave is a great guy. He¡¯s nice. He¡¯s sweet, and he¡¯s good in bed, so that¡¯s a plus.¡± ¡°So he treats you right?¡± ¡°Mm-hm.¡± She nods. Monique drops her purse on the counter and grabs a fork from the te rack. She sits down on the opposite stool and starts to eat from my te of spaghetti. ¡°I just don¡¯t get it, why don¡¯t you like him?¡± ¡°Dave? I never said I didn¡¯t like him.¡± ¡°Yeah, you don¡¯t have to say it, but your attitude toward Dave seems to say otherwise.¡± ¡°Dave told you, didn¡¯t he? He told you I didn¡¯t like him.¡± Monique stays silent as she shrugs. She exhales and grabs my ss of water and brings it to her lips to take a gulp. She¡¯s stalling. Of course, he told her I didn¡¯t like him. What¡¯s he, 10? ¡°He was just worried that you didn¡¯t like him. Dave likes you, he wants to be friends.¡± Monique says as she ces the half ss of water in front of her. ¡°I¡¯ll pass. You know how I feel about being friends with your boyfriends.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not it. I like you, and I like Dave. I don¡¯t see why you two shouldn¡¯t be friends.¡± I want tough, but I don¡¯t. She sounds so in love. ¡°You barely know this guy. You guys have gone out a couple of times these past few weeks and you sound all lovey-dovey.¡± ¡°I know. Fuck.¡± she sighs. ¡°Dave treats me right.¡± ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m sorry I¡¯m being a fucking bitch right now. I¡¯ll try.¡± ¡°You mean you¡¯ll be friends with him?¡± ¡°Yeah. I¡¯ll try for you. I just don¡¯t think it¡¯s necessary. As long as he makes you happy, I¡¯m fine with that.¡± Monique gives me a big smile as we continue to eat in silence. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t you be at work?¡± ¡°I came in a few hours ago.¡± ¡°Right. And by the way, what happened between you and Tyler? You hurt his feelings.¡± ¡°Did he tell you that?¡± ¡°He did. He said you told him you would never go out with him.¡± ¡°Oh, please. He should get over himself.¡± ¡°Wasn¡¯t there a way you should have told him without hurting his feelings?¡± ¡°You¡¯d think? Bad Boy over there wanted to move out of this apartment just so I could give him a chance.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Yeah. I mean I told him we were neighbors and I would never date a neighbor and he offered to move out. Like, seriously? You would think since he¡¯s hot and attractive, he could easily detect a red light from a woman. I can¡¯t believe he¡¯s friggin¡¯ offended.¡± ¡°Frigging? What are you, 12?¡± Monique asks as she grins. I roll my eyes and giggle. ¡°I forgot to tell you¡­¡± I trail off, pushing the empty te of spaghetti to Monique as I motion for her to serve more. ¡°Dominique showed up at St. Jose.¡± Monique pauses, hand holding the lid of the pot. ¡°What did you just say?¡± ¡°I said Dominique showed up at St. Jose. Cami Gray, Dominique¡¯s younger sister was admitted because she may have fainted earlier that day. So we sort of had a conversation.¡± ¡°We? Who?¡± ¡°Dominique, Monique. Keep up, will you?¡± ¡°Wow, this is hot,¡± she grins, serving spaghetti and meatballs onto the te. ¡°Go on, what happened?¡± ¡°Nothing. The usual. We talked and he may have invited me to have dinner with him.¡± ¡°Dinner? Like a date?¡± Monique asks, covering the pot as she ces the te in between us, with a big grin on her face. ¡°Yup.¡± I avoid her gaze as I pick up my fork and start to eat. ¡°Did you say yes?¡± ¡°Of course not. I can¡¯t let him in that easily.¡± ¡°Give me a break, Robyn. Your coochie needs some. You¡¯re starving it.¡± ¡°Oh, I fucking hate you,¡± I mutter, still avoiding her gaze. Monique chuckles. ¡°You¡¯re gonna have sex with Dominique sooner orter. Why not soon?¡± ¡°Okay. I¡¯m gonna admit it for the first time and I hate that I¡¯m about to say this. He¡¯s attractive, fuck it, and he knows it, and he knows that I know it. And maybe I¡¯m sexually attracted to him, a little¡± Monique gives me a look and I roll my eyes. ¡°Okay, maybe more than a little, and trust me, I hate myself for it. And I actually hate this guy, not because he did something to me, but because he¡¯s everything ranging from bad to wrong. He¡¯s the type of guy I would never date, why should I have sex with him because he¡¯s attractive and he makes me feel some kinda way?¡± ¡°There¡¯s nothing wrong with being sexually attracted to a man as Dominique Gray. He¡¯s hot, a little too hot if you ask me.¡± she exhales and rolls her eyes. ¡°The point is there¡¯s nothing wrong if your body feels this way when he talks or whispers things to you. Letting yourself feel pleasure by letting go for the first time in a long time with a man like Dominique Gray doesn¡¯t necessarily make you other women. You know where you stand. You don¡¯t want a rtionship, and obviously, Dominique doesn¡¯t want that either, so what¡¯s stopping you two from having fun even if it¡¯s one night? I know you have pride and this pride won¡¯t get youid, and you know that.¡± ¡°Because he always gets what he wants! And he wants me and he knows he¡¯s going to get me.¡± ¡°And you don¡¯t want him to feel like he won, right?¡± Monique asks as she smirks at me. ¡°Something like that. He needs to understand there are some things he can¡¯t just get easily.¡± ¡°I¡¯m pretty sure he didn¡¯t get to you easily. You¡¯re one of the hardest nuts to crack and he knows that. And what makes you more interesting is the fact that you¡¯re not interested in his wealth, fame, and power. So for you to agree to fuck him, he¡¯s probably the luckiest bastard on earth.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± I exhale, smiling as I look up at Monique. ¡°Like a wise woman once said; y, but don¡¯t get yed.¡± I smirk, raising my ss of water as I raise it upward, toward Monique. ¡°Cheers to that.¡± ¡°Cheers.¡± Thirty Two DOMINIQUE ¡°I don¡¯t remember basketball being thisplicated.¡± Oliver groans loudly as I duck past him to his hoop and toss the ball through. Leo whoops in delight as I grin. Oliver sits on the floor of the basketball court with his arms on his knees. ¡°Dom won this round, you owe us dinner, Ollie,¡± Leo says and throws a bottle of water toward me and I catch it. ¡°Thanks.¡± I nod at Leo in gratitude and uncork the water bottle, throwing my head back and taking big gulps. The boys and Ie here every other weekend to let off some steam by ying basketball. It¡¯s an indoor court and I made sure to pay off the management so we don¡¯t get uninvited and unwanted guests. Oliver and I were on the same varsity team back then in high school. I was their star yer, and basketball was the one sport I was good at. ¡°Remind me not to y one-on-one with you again, Dom.¡± ¡°Come on. I¡¯ll go easy on you.¡± I say, grinning at my friend who¡¯s still breathing like he ran a marathon. ¡°I guess we get to choose the restaurant, right?¡± Leo asks,ing to stand by me. ¡°We should try Indian. I haven¡¯t had Indian food for a long time.¡± ¡°No, Indian, Leo. And I get to choose, not you.¡± I say to my brother. He scoffs and rolls his eyes. ¡°Fuck, I¡¯m sweating,¡± I mutter under my breath as I raise my shirt to wipe my face clean. I hear the shutter of a camera as I quickly pull my shirt down, turning toward the source of the sound. A young girl, not younger than 16 is standing on the bleachers with her phone in her hand. That little shit just took pictures of us. One thing about me, I like to keep my private matters private. If I¡¯m fucking this new model, it¡¯s none of the media¡¯s concern. The same goes with when I¡¯m trying to enjoy private time with friends, I don¡¯t want people taking pictures of me, that was the fucking reason why I paid the management to keep this ce closed until we leave for the day. She looks like the manager¡¯s daughter. ¡°Oh, boy, my friends won¡¯t believe it when I show them this picture. They¡¯re going to go crazy. Dominique Gray shirtless and with tattoos.¡± She says to herself with her attention on her phone. ¡°Hey!¡± I call out to her and she looks up at once. ¡°Yes?¡± She asks, crossing her arms as she looks at us. ¡°Please delete that picture,¡± Leo says to her. She scoffs. ¡°No, I won¡¯t.¡± ¡°Hundred bucks. Delete it, please.¡± Oliver offers as he stands up. ¡°Five hundred or I won¡¯t delete it.¡± I sigh. ¡°Fine, we¡¯ll give you five hundred dors. Please delete it.¡± ¡°Money first.¡± ¡°It¡¯s in the car. Delete it and I¡¯ll tell my brother to take you to my car and give it to you.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not a child, Dominique, don¡¯t try to trick me. I know a lot of people who would pay more than what I¡¯m asking just to get a glimpse of you without a shirt on.¡± she grins triumphantly as she shows me her phone. There are no pictures of me online, shirtless, I made sure of that. I¡¯m a private man and I pay my publicist a lot of money to make sure my personal life is off the inte. The only pictures and videos of me you¡¯ll find online are me giving exclusive interviews, or a paparazzi taking a picture of me stepping out of a restaurant with a model or an actress or a new chic. Things that don¡¯t mean shit to me. ¡°Delete that fucking picture now!¡± Oliver yells at her and I put my hand on his shoulder to calm him down. ¡°What¡¯s going on, gentlemen?¡± Marianne asks as she steps into the bleachers through the back door. I give her a signal to take the girl¡¯s phone and she smirks in response. The young girl turns to look at Marianne. ¡°Who are you?¡± ¡°Okay, sweetheart,¡± Marianne opens her purse and brings out a few dor notes. ¡°This is five hundred dors. I¡¯m gonna give it to you and you¡¯re gonna delete that picture. Deal?¡± ¡°Deal.¡± Marianne hands the girl the money and she takes it. ¡°I¡¯ll delete it myself, just to be sure you don¡¯t have any copies.¡± The girl rolls her eyes and hands her phone to Marianne. ¡°Suit yourself.¡± Marianne goes through the girl¡¯s phone and I assume she¡¯s deleting the pictures she just took. Suddenly, Marianne drops the girl¡¯s phone on the floor as she smirks at the girl. ¡°Oops.¡± ¡°What did you do that for?¡± The young girl yells at Marianne. She scoffs and bends down to pick up her phone but Marianne steps on it, smashing the screen with the heel of her shoes. ¡°What the hell?!¡± The girl screams at Marianne.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. ¡°Next time, don¡¯t try to exploit people, you little shit,¡± Marianne says as she kicks the girl¡¯s phone backward. She sidesteps the girl who¡¯s still shocked by what just happened, hitting her shoulder against the girl¡¯s as she begins to climb down the bleachers. ¡°Fucking bitch. My dad¡¯s gonna hear of this!¡± The girl says as she picks up her phone and scurries away, angrily. ¡°That wasn¡¯t necessary though,¡± I say to Marianne. ¡°That was fucking¡­ hot,¡± Leo says and I shake my head. Marianne steps on the basketball court looking properly dressed like always. Marianne works at my foundation and it¡¯s her duty to make sure everything¡¯s in order. She overlooks the operation of every staff and the finances we receive through donations and grants. ¡°Mr. Gray.¡± She nods at me and turns to Oliver, purposefully skipping past Leo. ¡°Oliver Queen.¡± She smirks at my friend. ¡°You know myst name isn¡¯t Queen.¡± ¡°I know. I don¡¯t care.¡± She smirks at Oliver and exhales as she looks at Leo. ¡°Hey, Marianne,¡± Leo says to her, his hands in his basketball shorts pockets. ¡°Don¡¯t fucking talk to me.¡± She res at Leo. ¡°Right,¡± Leo mutters and clears his throat as he walks away to the other side of the court. Leo and Marianne had a short sexual rtionship thatsted only a day. They had sex in Marianne¡¯s apartment after they hooked up, and Leo didn¡¯t call her. He didn¡¯t drop a text, nothing, and she was furious. Leo didn¡¯t care, it was supposed to be one night, and he believed he didn¡¯t owe her anything, and that included calls. ¡°What are you doing here?¡± I ask her. ¡°Um, the charity g is next week and we haven¡¯t made any ns.¡± She gives me a skeptical look. ¡°Fuck.¡± I mutter, pinching my eyebrows. ¡°It slipped my mind. I¡¯ve been a little busy.¡± ¡°You¡¯re hosting a charity g next weekend?¡± Oliver asks. ¡°Yes, Ollie,¡± I say, not bothering to look at my friend. ¡°So I called your house and your housekeeper said you¡¯re here. I need to know what ns you have for the event.¡± ¡°It should be simple, but ssy enough. You should get a life band too.¡± ¡°And how many guests are we expecting?¡± She asks as she pulls out an iPad from her bag. ¡°250. That should do.¡± Marianne hums and types it down. ¡°How about a theme?¡± ¡°Masked party. All guests are expected toe wearing a mask. Call Marion, he will send you the list of the guests and he will tell you our targeted revenue. And you should have called Marion instead. I pay him for things like this. Why¡¯s he a member of the board if he can¡¯t handle things like this?¡± ¡°Your opinion still matters, Sir.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve gotten my opinion already, Marianne.¡± She exhales and locks her iPad as she tosses it inside her bag. ¡°I¡¯ll leave you then and I¡¯ll make sure to report back to you when we have everything sorted out.¡± I nod at her. Marianne turns to re at Leo who¡¯s been watching her as she turns toward the entrance of the court. She pushes open the double doors and leaves. Thirty Three DOMINIQUE ¡°Now I get why Leo was attracted to her at first nce. She¡¯s a fox. A hot one at that.¡± Oliver says, grinning. ¡°And now she hates me because I didn¡¯t call her. Can you believe that?¡± Leo shakes his head as he picks up the basketball and bounces it on the floor. ¡°Maybe you gave her the wrong impression.¡± I point out. ¡°What impression? That I wanted a rtionship? She can¡¯t be that daft. She was good looking and we were both horny. How could she expect a call from me? God, women are fucking confusing.¡± Leo groans as he tosses the ball at me and I catch it. I bounce the ball on the court and pass it to Oliver. ¡°Yeah, you could say that,¡± Oliver says. ¡°But knowing you, you may have whispered into her ear that you loved her the minute you slid into her. The things sex can do to you.¡± Oliver adds, chuckling.Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. ¡°Fuck you, Ollie.¡± Oliver chuckles and shoots a goal, right through the hoop. ¡°Stop being an asshole to my brother, Ollie,¡± I say, grinning. ¡°You act like you don¡¯t have any emotion or whatnot. One day you¡¯re gonna feel something other than pleasure, and I¡¯m not talking about your usual emotion, I¡¯m talking about the one that¡¯s gonna mess with your head, and maybe then you¡¯ll understand what it feels like loving someone.¡± ¡°Well, you¡¯re gonna have to wait a long time.¡± ¡°Yeah, I did say that too. And then I met Nadia and everything else didn¡¯t matter.¡± ¡°Until she broke your heart.¡± Oliver points out. ¡°And then I learned my lessons. There¡¯s nothing wrong with falling in love, the toughest part is falling in love with the right person. The person who wouldn¡¯t hurt you but love you unconditionally.¡± Leo says as he picks up the basketball. ¡°Well, all that is past tense. Right now, all I care about is gettingid with beautiful women and making money.¡± He adds as he grins and then he throws the ball but it misses the hoop. ¡°Well, that¡¯s the spirit,¡± Oliver says, picking up the ball and throwing it at me and I catch it. ¡°So you¡¯re throwing a charity g? For what exactly?¡± Leo asks. ¡°Asthmatic children. And not just any asthmatic child, the ones with no financial support. I traveled to Texasst week and I wasn¡¯t happy with the rate of asthma attacks on children with no financial means. And this isn¡¯t just Texas, I¡¯m talking about the entire country. The Gray Foundation is supposed to be helping children with no finances and support, so I decided to organize a g to help raise money and awareness.¡± Oliver smiles at me as he says, ¡°Boy, what happened to you five years ago really did change you, didn¡¯t it? I mean, it¡¯s not like we¡¯re d you came face to face with death, I¡¯m just surprised at the man you¡¯ve be. Five years ago you wouldn¡¯t give a fuck about starting your own foundation or creating awareness for less privileged children. This is nice.¡± What happened to me five years ago is something I don¡¯t like talking about but I still have the scars to remind me of that day. I thought I was going to die. I was in aa for a year and the doctors didn¡¯t think I would survive it. I made sure there were no details of it on the inte and doctors were flown from outside the country to my penthouse in San Francisco. Something like that is supposed to change a man. Growing up, I was selfish and a little carefree. Between my brother and I, I was the reserved one. From the start, I hated it when my personal life was discussed online, that¡¯s more like Leo¡¯s style. He likes public attention. I always kept to myself and I was cold toward people. I lived my life like I owned it. I could do whatever I wanted and nobody dared to question me. My father was not a rich man, and we weren¡¯t poor either. Growing up, my father was a banker and the pay wasn¡¯t much. My father worked hard to put food on the table while my mother spent her daysining about how she didn¡¯t deserve the life she was living. She wanted more. She wanted to go on trips like her friends. She wanted to sit on a yacht sipping margaritas and fly first ss or even a private jet. She wanted a life my father couldn¡¯t provide and when she couldn¡¯t get it, she walked out on us. I was only 18 and Cami was 12. A few months after my mom left, my father was charged with fraud andpany embezzlement. We weren¡¯t expecting any of the charges and we didn¡¯t know what to do. My father was the most honest man I¡¯d known in my life and there was no way he would have embezzledpany money worth millions of dors and we wouldn¡¯t know. There wasn¡¯t enough proof that he really did it but there was nothing we could do. Dad spent two years in prison and as God would have it, it waster revealed the bank manager and another ountant were behind the embezzlement and they needed a fall guy. Dad was the perfect man for it. They knew they could do what they wanted and get away with it because they were rich. I despised my mom for leaving, especially when we needed her the most. When Dad was in prison, I had to fend for my siblings. Cami looked up to me and I did everything within my power to make life bearable for them since our father was in jail, while desperately wishing my mother woulde back. But she didn¡¯t. She saw the news on TV that her husband had been arrested and she didn¡¯t bother to reach out to her children. The children she left behind to chase after luxury. The world didn¡¯t treat us nice. The years that followed were like a blur. And then I got rich, started The Gray Empire, a legal corporate entity, and founded a pharmaceuticalpany, PharmaCare, and otherpanies that answered to the conglomerate that I formed. Everything started going smoothly. My mother reached out and I told her to never call me again. I was popr, my face was in every business magazine, and the people around me acted like I owed them something when I owed them nothing. Before I got to the point where I am right now, I knew the world was not a friendly ce, and every man was for themselves. But then I woke up from a one-yeara and I realized I wasn¡¯t the owner of my life. It doesn¡¯t take much to kill a man and I was happy I was alive. I decided to give hope to the less privileged children with no means of financial support and lifelong illnesses and I was happy I was able to make an impact in society. The Gray Foundation was founded four years ago and I was happy I made that decision. I haven¡¯t seen my mom since she left. She had tried to reach out a few times over the years, but I didn¡¯t care to reach back. I blocked her numbers and pushed every memory I had of her to the back of my head. I learned a lot of life lessons growing up and one of them was people don¡¯t stay too long in your life. They¡¯re always going to leave. I always keep people at arm¡¯s length, ready and willing to drop them when need be. In the end, you¡¯re always on your own and I learned that the hard way. ¡°I¡¯m tired. We should call it a day.¡± I say. ¡°Yeah, me too. I¡¯m supposed to pick up this Brazilian modelter in the evening. We¡¯re going on a date and then we¡¯re gonna bangter.¡± Oliver says. ¡°So, what? She wants you to buy her dinner just so you can fuck?¡± I ask. Leo chuckles. ¡°Well, she¡¯s one of those girls. You know? The ones who don¡¯t want to feel like they don¡¯t mean anything to you.¡± ¡°But she doesn¡¯t mean shit to you. You just want to have sex.¡± I point out. ¡°Yeah, I know that. Sadly she doesn¡¯t know that.¡± Oliver says. Leo grabs the small duffel bag we came in with as we step out of the court to the parking lot. ¡°I¡¯m a little curious and I¡¯ve been meaning to ask, why exactly did you buy stock from St. Jose? Is it to get Robyn to fuck you?¡± Leo asks as we walk down the empty hallway. ¡°Why do you guys think I spent millions of dors to purchase stock so that I could get Robyn in bed?¡± ¡°It was sudden, probably. I never thought you¡¯d have an eye on St. Jose.¡± Oliver says. ¡°And also because Robyn isn¡¯t like every other girl you¡¯ve been with. And you see that too.¡± Leo says. God, I hate it when they¡¯re right. ¡°I¡¯ve always wanted to buy shares from St. Jose but Aaliyah Summers couldn¡¯t get the board to agree to it because they were doing fine. There were other three investors looking to put money in St. Jose too and it¡¯s left for the board to decide who is more capable, proficient. As fate would have it, Aaliyah thought I was the best-fitting candidate and the others agreed. So now you understand why I bought shares from St. Jose. It¡¯s a good investment.¡± ¡°And what does your little love interest think?¡± Oliver asks. ¡°She thought I bought shares just to annoy her.¡± ¡°Right. Because she hit your car and ran away. Interesting.¡± Oliver says, smirking. ¡°What are you smirking for?¡± I ask Oliver. ¡°Nothing. I think we are going to have to agree that Robyn is a hard nut. And you¡¯re gonna crack and crack before she will let you in.¡± Oliver says. ¡°And you think I don¡¯t know that.¡± ¡°In a way, she¡¯s your perfect match. It¡¯s not every day we see a woman who challenges you,¡± Leo says, grinning. ¡°The women in your life are either interested in you because of your wealth, power, and fame, or they want to be the one who gets to tame your wild heart. But, Robyn, damn, pretty little vixen, doesn¡¯t give a fuck about you and that just annoys you.¡± ¡°She¡¯s attracted to me, I¡¯m sure of that. But she hates me and that just makes everything difficult.¡± ¡°Maybe you just gotta up your game. She¡¯s going to fuck you eventually, but first, she wants to stress the fuck out of you. I don¡¯t know, I¡¯m enjoying this little game you guys are ying.¡± Oliver says. ¡°She¡¯s a one-man type of girl, Dom. You could tell by just looking at her. She¡¯s that type of girl who would only fuck you when she gets to know you. Maybe if you want to win this little game of yours and get her to trust you enough to let you in, you just gotta y it the way she wants it. Get to know her.¡± Leo says. I turn to look at him and he gives me a small smile. ¡°Fuck me. Sex has never been thisplicated.¡± I mutter, running my fingers through my hair. ¡°You¡¯ve never met Robyn,¡± Oliver says, a shit-eating grin on his face. Fuck, they are right. Robyn is nothing like the women I¡¯ve encountered. She¡¯s different and that terrifies me somehow. I want her, I want to have a taste of her and let my fingertips trail down her beautiful skin. But there¡¯s a problem, I fear her touch is going to be addictive. I¡¯m afraid the day I¡¯ll have a taste of her, I won¡¯t be able to get enough. Thirty Four I climb down the steps of St. Jose with my work bag around my shoulder and my hair in a loose ponytail as I head toward the parking lot to my car. It¡¯s fifteen minutes past seven and I just ended my shift. Right now, I just want to go home, take a shower, and binge-watch Seinfeld over again on Netflix. Monique texted me she wouldn¡¯t being home tonight because she was at Dave¡¯s. I¡¯m happy for her even though I strongly believe she deserves someone better than Dave. I think my opinion about Dave doesn¡¯t matter as long as he treats her nicely. That¡¯s what matters. A hand on my shoulder pulls me to a stop and I turn around, startled by the sudden touch. Doctor Sanders pulls away immediately, hands in the air in surrender as he smiles at me. I take a deep breath and pull out my earbuds from my ears and throw them inside my bag. ¡°Sorry. I¡¯m sorry I scared you. I¡¯ve been calling your name and you weren¡¯t answering. Now I know why.¡± He says as he drops his arms. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m sorry.¡± I chuckle nervously as I scan the doctor. He¡¯s dressed in dark blue jeans, a T-shirt, and a ck jacket. He looks good, handsome actually. I guess he¡¯s closed for the day too. ¡°I guess you¡¯re heading home?¡± He asks and I nod. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Right. I would have asked to give you a ride but I guess you¡¯ve got your car back from the mechanic.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± Doctor Sanders and I haven¡¯t had a chance to talk ever since that incident at the cafeteria a week ago. The day Dominique Gray decided to flirt with me and probably give me high blood pressure by saying things I wasn¡¯t ready to listen to. ¡°We haven¡¯t talked since that day.¡± He says like he¡¯s reading my mind. ¡°Yeah. It¡¯s been a hectic week.¡± I came up with an excuse which is actually the truth. ¡°Yeah.¡± He says, chuckling nervously as he runs his fingers over his hair. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind me asking, are you seeing Dominique Gray?¡± ¡°What?¡± I chuckle, wondering why on earth did hee up with something as ridiculous as that. I get it. Dominique may have given off a vibe when we sat opposite each other but that doesn¡¯t mean we¡¯re together. Dominique Gray is thest person who would want a rtionship. I barely know the man but I know for a fact that Dominique isn¡¯t looking for love. He¡¯s looking for sex without anymitment. Ande to think of it, I¡¯ve been getting stink eyes and weird nces since that day at the cafeteria. It¡¯s not like it¡¯s new, it¡¯s just that, this time it¡¯s different. ¡°I mean, it¡¯s okay if you are. I just don¡¯t wanna look like I¡¯m crossing a line here, which I¡¯m not nning to.¡± He says. What does that mean? Wait, is Dominique right? Does Doctor Sanders really have a thing for me? But why? I may be friendly to a lot of people in St. Jose and that includes Doctor Sanders, but that doesn¡¯t mean I¡¯ve given him that kind of vibe that I may be interested in hospital romance. I mean I have had little suspicions about his kindness and likeness toward me, I just assumed that he¡¯s just being professional because he treats other people like that too. ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°I mean, is something going on between you and Dominique Gray? It¡¯s not like it¡¯s a bad thing and I know it¡¯s not my concern, I just wanna be sure. I may have been a dick to him, but I don¡¯t want to be the one that ruins things for the two of you.¡± Well, this is just sad to listen to. Is he jealous of Dominique? ¡°Doctor Sanders, there¡¯s nothing going on between Dominique and me. We¡¯re not dating and we¡¯re not seeing each other.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± He sounds relieved. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°But I think he likes you. And men like Dominique Gray, when they find something interesting, they do everything within their power to acquire it.¡± I hate that I¡¯m having this conversation with Doctor Sanders right now. Why does he care about who I hang out with or date unless he¡¯s intimidated by Dominique? But who wouldn¡¯t? He walks like he owns the world and everyone in it. ¡°Well, we¡¯re in luck. I¡¯m not a thing.¡± Doctor Sanders chuckles. ¡°Yeah, I know. I just mean he has a thing for you and he won¡¯t stop chasing you until he gets what he wants.¡± ¡°Well, let me worry about that, Doctor Sanders. Thank you for your concern.¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing, Robyn.¡± He exhales. ¡°Would you be free this weekend?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. I¡¯m going to have to go through my schedule.¡± ¡°Oh. I would love to have dinner with you sometime. Get to know each other better and talk.¡± Why? What¡¯s there to talk about? And what makes him think I¡¯m willing to know more than I already know about him?Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. ¡°Sometimeter, I guess. I gotta run.¡± I say. Doctor Sanders nods and gives me a warm smile. ¡°See youter, Robyn.¡± ¡°You too, Doctor Sanders.¡± I turn around and hastily walk toward my car that¡¯s thankfully not parked at the end of the parking lot. I unlock it and slide inside, shutting the driver¡¯s door after me. I throw my head against the car seat and groan loudly. What¡¯s my life turning into? Am I going to have another Doctor Ri drama with Doctor Sanders too? I exhale through my nose and turn on the engine of the car. I think it¡¯s time to change this car anyway. I say in my head as I back out of the parking lot and onto the road. I¡¯ve been driving Betsy, my Toyota Camry, 2010 model since I arrived in New York City four years ago. And I chose this car because of a lot of reasons, and one of them was I didn¡¯t want unnecessary attention. I could afford an Avalon or a Jeep Wrangler if I wanted to, but this car was what I chose. It¡¯s an everyday vehicle that an average person like me can actually afford. It¡¯s a good front. As I drive down the road, different thoughts scramble into my mind. I thought about what my life would have been like if I hadn¡¯t run away to a city like New York. My parents would still have had their leash on me while I answered to every word they uttered. I hated New York. One of the cities in the world I would never willingly stay in is New York and my family knows that too. I hate how loud it is, how overpopted it is, and not to talk about the crime rate. Over the roof. New York is thest ce I would have stepped my feet in and it is the ce I chose to settle down. People would wonder why and the answer is obvious. No one is going to look for me here because they know I never liked it here. This is thest ce anyone would look for me. As I hum to Beyonce¡¯s song ying from the stereo in my car, a particrly intense blue eye finds itself in my brain cell. One thing I hate to admit to myself is that the day Dominique Gray walked into my life, everything changed. His existence alone is threatening to break down my well-perfected life not to mention his sex appeal. I¡¯ve been ying every word he whispered into my ear this past week and I can¡¯t get enough. He proved to me in that cafeteria that I wanted him, more than I¡¯d care to admit. Whatever this is, this attraction, I need to get rid of it. And he¡¯s made me realize the only way we can both put a stop to this little game is if we have sex, even if it¡¯s once. And maybe, this sexual tension, whatever it is, will subside. Dominique Gray is a constant reminder of the life I was running from and thest thing I want is getting entangled with a man like Dominique. Even though my body keeps saying otherwise. I pull my car to a stop in the parking lot of my apartment building and turn down the engine. Pulling my key out of the ignition, I step out of my car with my work bag in hand and shut the door behind me. As I step into the lobby, I see Tyler stepping out. He gives me a small smile and a nod as he walks past me. Now, I feel like shit. I exhale for the millionth time today and go straight to the elevator, pressing the button as it slides open. I step inside and press my floor button, leaning against the elevator wall as I tap my feet against the floor of the elevator. When the elevator arrives at my floor, it slides open and I step out, craving to be in my apartment and my bathroom. I need a warm bath and I¡¯m craving it. I search for my keys in my bag as I walk down the long hallway to my apartment. I look up, with my keys in my hand as I lock eyes with a pair of green eyes. Damien Emerson stands in front of my apartment door, dressed elegantly, with a bouquet of Daisies in his hand. He gives me a warm smile when I approach him. What the fuck is he doing here? Thirty Five I haven¡¯t seen Damien in years and damn, Monique was right. He¡¯s changed. He doesn¡¯t look like the Damien I once dated. The man standing here looks like a better version of himself. He looks hotter actually and he¡¯s been working out too. Through the dark blue dress shirt he¡¯s wearing, you can see the outlines of his well-chiseled body. His gray eyes stare into my brown ones and I¡¯m left stunned. ¡°Damien?¡± ¡°Hello, Robyn.¡± He gives me a nervous smile as he bites his bottom lip. Oh, boy. This is awkward. Damien and I may have had a mutual breakup without him causing a fuss, but nobody told me how I was supposed to react when my ex-boyfriend appeared at my door looking more gorgeous than thest time I saw him. ¡°Hi.¡± Shamelessly, I let my eyes run over his body, pleased by what I was seeing. ¡°What are you doing here?¡± ¡°Well, you haven¡¯t been picking up my calls so I thought I should drop by. I¡¯m sorry if this is inappropriate, I didn¡¯t know what to do. I didn¡¯t think you¡¯d mind if I showed up unannounced. You know? Since we left things on a good note.¡± He says as he rubs his nape, avoiding my gaze. Damien had always been shy when we first met. He could barely look me in the eye. And then he warmed up to me when we got to know each other. He¡¯s a great guy, one of the few guys that I have dated that was actually good, reasons I felt like shit when I wanted to break things off, only to be surprised that he took the breakup well, better than I¡¯d imagined. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯ve been pretty upied with work and it escaped my mind that I was supposed to call back. How have you been?¡± ¡°You¡¯re not gonna let me in? Are we gonna converse outside your door?¡± Damien asks as he smiles at me. ¡°Oh, yeah, sorry.¡± I chuckle and unlock my door, opening the door wide as I step in. Damien follows behind and shuts the door. We walk past the foyer to the living room in silence. I drop my stuff on the couch and turn to look at Damien who¡¯s ncing around my apartment, staring at every item. Nothing¡¯s changed since we ended things and he feels that too. ¡°Wow, I can¡¯t believe I¡¯d see the inside of your apartment again,¡± Damien says as he turns to look at me. ¡°It¡¯s as beautiful as I remember.¡± ¡°Thanks.¡± ¡°Once again, I¡¯m sorry for showing up unannounced. I wanted to ask you out for dinner actually and I wasn¡¯t sure how you¡¯d react. And it¡¯s not a date, in case you¡¯re thinking about saying no. Just a friendly dinner.¡± He sighs as he licks his bottom lip. ¡°I got you this. Daisies were your favorite when we were dating. I didn¡¯t know what I was supposed to get.¡± He hands me the bouquet and I take it, bringing it to my nose and inhaling it. ¡°This smells really good. I¡¯ll put it in a vase. Thanks, Damien.¡± ¡°I¡¯m d you like it.¡± He shes me a genuine smile. ¡°And you¡¯re in luck,¡± I say as I head toward the kitchen to keep the flower on the kitchen counter. ¡°I¡¯m kinda hungry and you happened to show up at the right time,¡± I say and walk back to the living room to find Damien smiling at me. ¡°Is that a yes?¡± ¡°Yeah. What harm would it cause anyway?¡± I ask, giving Damien a smile of my own. ¡°Thank you, Robyn. I wasn¡¯t sure you¡¯d agree.¡± He says, still smiling. ¡°Please sit down and let me freshen up and get dressed.¡± ¡°Sure.¡± I grab my stuff off the couch and hurry to my bedroom. This is just a friendly dinner. He¡¯s my ex and we are friends so there¡¯s nothing wrong with having dinner with him, even though he¡¯s looking like he just walked out of a sex dream. Fuck my life. I take a shower as I step out of my en-suite bathroom feeling refreshed. I go through my dresses, looking for something simple to wear. This isn¡¯t a date, so I shouldn¡¯t put too much thought into what I¡¯m supposed to wear. I pull out a two-piece, a sangria off-shoulder crop top, with a high-waisted skirt with a ck and sangria floral design. The skirt has a high split that exposes a bit of my thigh. I haven¡¯t had the time to hit the gym as much as I want to since I started working at St. Jose and my thick cellulite thighs are proof of that. I get dressed as I stand in front of my full-length mirror and I put on long silver earrings and a silver choker. I grab a ck open-toe, four-inch shoes, and a ck shoulder bag. I run my fingers through my hair and twirl in front of the mirror, pleased at how I look. Even though my n was not to look like I did too much, I looked a little overdressed, like this was an actual date. I cringe at the thought. Damien might be looking a lot finer than I remember, but I¡¯m not nning on starting something with him. He¡¯s nice, too nice, for his sake and the world, but we can never be anything other than friends. I wear a bit of perfume and body spray as I step out of my bedroom to the living room, with a little flutter in my stomach. And this flutter isn¡¯t because of happiness or longing but because this feels like Deja Vu. I remember getting dressed just like this when Damien and I were still new to our rtionship. He had stood up at once when he saw me, just like he¡¯s doing now, and heplimented me, saying I looked beautiful. I sh Damien a small smile as he stares at me, lips slightly parted, and short for words. ¡°You look beautiful, Robyn.¡± He whispers, breathlessly as he clears his throat, regaining hisposure. ¡°I didn¡¯t mean for it toe out like that. That was pretty weird.¡± Damien says and I chuckle. ¡°It¡¯s okay. You¡¯re looking good yourself.¡± Damien blushes as he rubs his nape. ¡°Thank you, Robyn.¡± Damn. Now I know why I ended things with Damien. It was because Damien was too good for me. He was like a friend to me, pure, nice, too nice actually and it wasn¡¯t something I wanted. Before I came to New York, I would never date a man like Damien. Even though Damien is good-looking, he isn¡¯t my type. As much as I want control, I like my men to be in control, but with Damien, there¡¯s nothing like control. There¡¯s just everything else. If I was some other girl, I would have been lucky to have Damien in my life, but I¡¯m not some other girl. ¡°Ready to leave?¡± Damien asks and I nod, smiling at him. ¡°Great. Our reserved table is waiting for us.¡± *** Damien booked a table for us in a luxurious French restaurant in a very high-end environment. Damien is doing well for himself actually. He works in an oilpany owned by his uncle and he¡¯s a petroleum engineer. One thing I admire in Damien is that he¡¯s very hardworking and when hemits his time to doing something productive, he doesn¡¯t stop unless he gets a result. As we eat, we talk aboutmon things, like ¡®how was work, how was our day, and how we have been.¡¯ All that little conversation. ¡°You said you left New York a few years ago? Why?¡± ¡°Work. My uncle started his branchpany in Maine and he wanted me to overlook the operation over there.¡± Damien says as he shrugs. ¡°How was it? Maine?¡± ¡°To be honest, not interesting, actually. I just got out of a break-up and that was the reason I actually agreed to go to Maine. I wanted to like it, but-¡± Damien scoffs, avoiding my gaze. ¡°Sorry I brought up our rtionship, that was stupid.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay. I actually thought you were okay with it.¡± ¡°Actually, I was. No offense to you, Robyn, but it takes a lot from a man to capture your heart and attention and then I realize I wasn¡¯t that man. I couldn¡¯t be even though I badly wanted to,¡± he chuckles, nervously. ¡°It hurt for a while though, even though I was okay you broke things off. But I was d you wanted to be friends. I thought since I couldn¡¯t have you as my girl, I could make do with being friends. And I¡¯m d we¡¯re friends or trying to be.¡± I am speechless as I watch Damien take a sip from his ss of water. ¡°I¡¯m sorry I was a little difficult when we were together. I¡¯m a workaholic and I put too much into my work, I don¡¯t realize I¡¯m pushing people away until it¡¯s toote. It¡¯s not an excuse, but I hope you understand I didn¡¯t mean to hurt you.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay. I¡¯m d you¡¯re doing okay. Is St. Jose still stressful?¡± I chuckle. ¡°Yeah. Same as you remember.¡± I reply as I take a sip from my ss of wine. ¡°You know after working there as a practical nurse, you¡¯re still gonna get a permanent job in St. Jose,¡± Damien says with a small smile. ¡°They like you there and I believe Doctor Ri likes your work.¡± Yeah, he did because he wanted to have sex with me. ¡°Yeah, well, Doctor Ri doesn¡¯t work with us anymore. He got transferred, I think.¡± ¡°Oh. Who¡¯s your new superior?¡± ¡°Doctor Sanders. He¡¯s this Scottish new doctor. He¡¯s nice.¡± I say, shrugging one shoulder as I gulp my ss of wine. We¡¯ve finished dinner and we¡¯re waiting for dessert. ¡°So I take it as you¡¯re not in a rtionship?¡± ¡°You got that right.¡± ¡°Same reason?¡± I give Damien a look as he leans back in his seat to give me a judgmental look. ¡°I¡¯m sorry if that came out wrong.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay. I¡¯m not looking for a rtionship.¡± Damien nods in understanding. ¡°I¡¯ll drop the subject then.¡± I open my mouth to reply, but someone interrupts us. ¡°Damien?¡± A woman says as Damien and I turn to look at her. She has blonde hair, green eyes, and a sharp cheekbone. She¡¯s a little on the lean side, body like a model, and she¡¯s beautiful. She¡¯s tall, a lot taller than the man standing beside her. The man is confused, just as I am as he looks at the blonde woman who¡¯s looking at me and Damien. ¡°Emilia,¡± Damien says, obviously surprised to see her. Okay, they know each other. I wonder who she is. ¡°Hi. Long time. I didn¡¯t think you¡¯d be back in New York so soon.¡± ¡°Yeah, well, my vacation is over.¡± Damien gives her a small smile as he shifts his gaze to the man.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. ¡°Oh, this is my husband, Remy. We got married two months ago.¡± Emelia says as she interlocks her fingers with Remy¡¯s. Damien looks taken off guard and disappointed. But why? ¡°Oh.¡± Damien manages to voice out. He clears his throat as he looks at me. ¡°Um, Robyn, this is Emilia. Emilia, Robyn.¡± Damien introduces us. ¡°Hi.¡± I muster up a small smile at the blonde and she returns it. ¡°I¡¯ll see you around then,¡± Emelia says to Damien. ¡°Yeah,¡± Damien answers with a small nod. With a final nce thrown my way, Emilia struts off with her husband by her side. I turn to look at Damien who is a little distracted. ¡°What¡¯s up? Ex-girlfriend?¡± Damien clears his throat and says, ¡°Something like that. We used to date and then one morning she told me she couldn¡¯t continue our rtionship anymore and she wanted us to break up.¡± Oh. My God. ¡°We met in Maine three months after my arrival, dated for two and a half years. I thought she was the one, if you know what I mean. Not to mention I was gonna propose that night and then I got the news.¡± ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, Damien. I¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay. It¡¯s not your fault. Yours might have hurt a little, but hers sting as fuck.¡± He chuckles sadly. ¡°Some might say I have a type, you know? But it¡¯s past tense, I don¡¯t like to talk about it. Right now, I¡¯m not looking for a rtionship, thought I should take a break.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± If I may have felt like shit cutting things off with Damien because I wasn¡¯t feeling it, trust me, I feel worse. Emilia broke his heart, the same way I did. I exhale as I push my seat back. ¡°I¡¯m gonna use the restroom if you don¡¯t mind.¡± ¡°Sure.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be right back,¡± I say as I stand up, hurrying toward a door at the far corner of the restaurant with a restroom sign on the door. I push open the door and step inside. I appear in a well-lit hallway, with white lights hanging from the ceiling. There are two doors on either side, with a male sign on one of the doors and a female sign on the other. I twist the knob of the door with the female sign as I step inside, as the door closes behind me. This was a bad idea. I shouldn¡¯t havee here in the first ce with Damien even though it was supposed to be a friendly dinner. The dinner was nice, and friendly, actually, but then Emilia showed up reminding me of how I hurt Damien just the way she hurt him. Seriously, if he hadn¡¯t told me himself he was hurt when I broke things off, I wouldn¡¯t have known. Damien gave me the impression that he was okay that I was calling things off. How was I supposed to know he wasn¡¯t happy at all? I stand opposite the horizontal mirror as I stare at my reflection, tucking a few strands behind my ear as I take a deep breath. Okay, it¡¯s time for me to get the fuck out of this ce. I can¡¯t stay here any longer knowing my ex-boyfriend who is trying to be friends is actually going through a rtionship crisis and I may be part of that crisis. I can¡¯t. I think of an excuse to put an end to our dinner without making him think I¡¯m actually running away. Alright. Time to dash. I open the restroom door as I step out, only to stop on my track at the figure standing before me. Thirty Six I slow my steps at once as I cross my arms over my chest, with my eyes fixed on thest person I expected to see here. ¡°What are you doing here, Dominique?¡± I ask. ¡°Are you stalking me now?¡± Dominique slowly smirks as he peels himself off the opposite wall and approaches me. ¡°That¡¯s cute, Robyn. Why would I stalk you?¡± He asks as he licks his bottom lip, eyes still staring into mine. Why does he have to make that look really sexy? When do men licking their bottom lips be sexy? ¡°Well, for one, you¡¯re here. Right outside the restroom waiting for me. I would have called that cute if it wasn¡¯t stalking.¡± I raise an eyebrow, daring him to counter that. Dominique nods, his hands in his pockets as he slowly brings his gaze down my body, taking in every little detail of me. ¡°You look beautiful, as always,¡± Dominique says, shifting his gaze to my eyes as he pins his gaze on me. ¡°Nice date you¡¯ve got there.¡± Of course, he saw us. ¡°I could tell there was something going on between you two.¡± ¡°Something that doesn¡¯t really concern you.¡± ¡°It does. Because I asked you out for dinner and you didn¡¯t agree. Even though what I was offering you is something both of us will enjoy.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you ever get tired? I don¡¯t know, but if I were in your shoes I would get tired. Throwing the same lines at me over the past weeks,e on, Dominique, you can do better.¡± ¡°Out of curiosity¡­¡± he takes one dominant stride forward and I try not to take one backward. ¡°Why do you keep turning me down?¡± He asks, covering the little space between us as he looks down at me.Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. Our height difference is almostughable. The only thing that¡¯s stopping his strong, muscr body from pressing into mine is my arms that¡¯s crossed against my chest. ¡°I see the way you look at me, Robyn. I see the desire in your eyes¡­¡± he whispers. Slowly, he releases my arms that are crossed against my chest. ¡°I know you want this just as much as I want it.¡± ¡°You see what I want you to see, Dominique,¡± I whisper, breathlessly as I take a step back. Dominique chuckles and takes a step toward me, closing the little space between us again. I hate that his slightugh ignites a reaction from me so I take another step back until my back is stered against a solid surface. I¡¯ve reached the end of the line and there¡¯s no assurance of what he¡¯s going to do now and how I¡¯m going to react. ¡°So you want me to see how much you want me to fuck you?¡± Dominique whispers, taking another taunting step forward as he closes the gap between us. ¡°Come on, Robyn, you and I both know you want this.¡± ¡°If sweet talking and dirty talking is your go-to to getid, then you really need to try harder, Dominique, because I¡¯m not gonna fall for that because other women did.¡± I give him a triumphant smile and he¡¯s taken aback. Dominique bites his bottom lip, his eyes locked on mine, as I match his gaze. Slowly, Dominique removes his hands from his pockets and ces them on the wall behind me, caging me. ¡°You know, it will surprise you I don¡¯t actually go this far just to fuck someone.¡± He says, calmly. ¡°That could say a lot about your taste in women.¡± Dominiqueughs, a genuineugh that catches me off guard. His pearl-white teeth glisten, as he pulls back a little to look me in the eye. ¡°Wow, you are full of surprises aren¡¯t you?¡± He says and I don¡¯t say a word. ¡°You¡¯re right. Maybe my taste in women is questionable, but that¡¯s not the reason you¡¯re resisting, is it, Robyn?¡± ¡°You know, if you weren¡¯t such a dick, you would have realized it wouldn¡¯t take a lot of convincing from you for me to actually agree to fuck you, Dominique. I don¡¯t like assholes, and you happen to be one.¡± For the third time tonight, Dominique is actually taken off guard. ¡°So you¡¯re admitting you¡¯re attracted to me, but because you hate me, you are not gonna give in to this.¡± ¡°Give in to what?¡± I ask, smirking as we continue to gaze into each other¡¯s eyes. Dominique exhales as he slowly brings his right hand to my hair, tucking the strand behind my ear as he lets his hand wander to my skirt, teasing my bare skin through the split on my skirt. ¡°You know, I never thought I¡¯d meet someone as challenging as you, Robyn.¡± ¡°Well, like they say, there¡¯s a first time for everything, right?¡± Dominique smirks, his warm fingers trailing up my bare thigh as he looks me in the eye. Then he ttens his palm on my thigh, grazing my skin as he goes. His hand sneaks into my skirt through the high split as he leans closer, his breath tickling my neck. I can feel every one of his rigid muscles and I can feel how tense he is through the suit material. I can tell he wants me and he has little to no restraints left. He¡¯s trying to hold on to the little self-control he still has left and I like that. I like that he is on the edge, something I¡¯ve been hoping for. To know I can make him feel this way without actually touching him. He needs to feel how he makes me feel but the only difference between us right now is that I have a lot more self-control than him. My eyes flutter shut for a second as my heart begins to beat erratically against my chest. The little torture of his fingers is driving me over the edge, and if he doesn¡¯t stop, we might do something we both might enjoy and one of us might regret. ¡°Dominique,¡± I whisper breathlessly when his palm grazes my thigh to my hips as he gropes me. I don¡¯t know when and how but my right thigh is over his hip, levitating off the floor and I can feel him against me, longing for me. He¡¯s hard, and through the material of his pants, I can feel how much he wants me. How much I¡¯m making him crave me. Fuck. What is this? What¡¯s this that¡¯s happening? Why am I letting him touch me? What happened to all the pep talk I gave myself? All of it is gone. Because this is what is expected of me when I let my guard down around Dominique. I do the things I tell myself I wouldn¡¯t do, and that is just terrifying. Whenever I¡¯m around Dominique, I don¡¯t tend to think. And that¡¯s bad. That¡¯s fucking bad. I want to push him away, to tell him to fuck off, but I don¡¯t. My body isn¡¯t working side by side with my brain because I let out a shameless whimper when Dominique grabs my butt. ¡°Tell me, Robyn, your little present, did you leave it on purpose?¡± He growls into my ear, his breath tickling the side of my neck. ¡°Why don¡¯t you take a guess?¡± ¡°All I could say is that whatever reason you left it in the first ce, is working. Because all I could think about was you in that little,ce panties, and nothing else shielding your bare body from me. Bare, just how I like it as I take you from behind, in every filthy position. And there¡¯s one I would love most, me in between your thigh and my face buried in between your legs while I taste you,¡± he whispers, his voice is hoarse and deep and fucking sexy. Oh, my god. Oh my fucking god. How dare he whisper such filthy words into my ear? How dare he make me feel this way? Right now, I want him to touch me more. I want him to slide his fingers to the ce I desperately need release. Right between my legs. I can feel the tension growing, my feet are threatening to give up on me, and I hate that this is happening. I want him, I want every part of him. And at this point, at the rate he¡¯s torturing me, I want him to fuck me right here on this spot. But where¡¯s the self-respect in that? With his lips still hovering over my ear, Dominique whispers, ¡°Have you ever had a man fuck you so good you weren¡¯t able to walk for days to the point you could still feel his cock inside you even after he¡¯d pull out?¡± His voice is hoarse, deep, and sexy as he drives a strange kind of feeling down my back and straight to the sensitive nub in between my legs. I draw in a shaky breath, eyes flutter shut as I bite my bottom lip. There are goosebumps on my skin, and I¡¯m feeling hot. The desire in me is growing by the second and I desperately crave release right now. How can his words affect me this much? ¡°There¡¯s so much I could do to you under 30 seconds, Robyn, and I won¡¯t have to fuck you either.¡± He adds, and slowly, Dominique brings his tongue to taste the skin of my neck and I shudder against his touch. ¡°So much, like what?¡± I voice out, surprised at how calm and quiet my voice is. This is crazy. Dominique steps back slowly, smirking, as he licks his bottom lip. ¡°Why don¡¯t you fuck me and find out?¡± He asks, his eyes fixed on mine as he pulls away slowly. Thirty Seven I stand upright, slightly ashamed of what just happened even though it¡¯s nothing worth being ashamed of. ¡°Won¡¯t you be waiting a lot longer?¡± Dominique smirks, licking his bottom lip again as he nces around the hallway before fixing his gaze on me. ¡°I don¡¯t think so, Robyn. You just showed me how attracted you are to me. And I¡¯m happy we¡¯re on the same page.¡± ¡°Being attracted to you doesn¡¯t necessarily mean I will dly jump on your bed and let you have your way with me.¡± ¡°Why don¡¯t I jump on your bed, then, and let you have your way with me?¡± He asks, a small smirk ying on his lips as he cocks an eyebrow. ¡°You¡¯re a cock, Dominique.¡± I push off the wall, fighting the smile on my lips as I turn to walk away, with Dominique behind me. I spin around, nearly mming against the muscr and attractive man as I look up at him. ¡°I don¡¯t think it¡¯s nice if you and I step out of the restroom together. You don¡¯t want to give your date a bad impression.¡± I say, tilting my head to the side as I smirk at him with furrowed eyebrows. ¡°She¡¯s just my client. She doesn¡¯t give a fuck about who I step out of the restroom with. Why don¡¯t we worry about you?¡± ¡°Damien¡¯s a friend since you¡¯re so nosy,¡± I say. My eyes catch something at the corner of the hallway as Dominique follows my gaze. It¡¯s a camera. And there are about two of them. Dominique chuckles as he turns to look at me. ¡°You think we gave them a good show?¡± He asks, a smug look on his face. God, I hate that smug look and I badly want to punch his face just so he won¡¯t always be so smug. ¡°Oh, fuck you, Dominique.¡± I roll my eyes as I step out of the restroom, with Dominique walking behind me, chuckling. ¡°I would really like that.¡± I hear him say behind me. ¡°Now, aren¡¯t you a pervert?¡± I whisper as I turn to stare at Dominique from above my shoulder, only to catch him staring at my butt. He¡¯s shameless. He looks up and our eyes meet and he smirks at me. I shake my head and look away, biting my bottom lip to keep me from smiling. ¡°Do you have any more sexy names for me, Robyn?¡± Dominique asks behind and I notice he¡¯s close, almost too close. ¡°I¡¯m gonna reserve them until we meet again,¡± I say, picking up the pace as I walk toward my table. I¡¯m tempted to turn around, tempted to tell him to go to hell and leave me alone, but we both know that is not what I want. Damien watches me as I walk toward our table but his gaze slowly shifts to a figure behind me. I turn around, eyes locked on Dominique who¡¯s been staring at me as he sits down on a chair by the corner of the restaurant. I look away, exhaling my breath as I make my way toward Damien. No wonder I didn¡¯t see him, my back was against him all along. I pull out my seat and sit down, with Damien¡¯s watchful eyes staring at me. ¡°Hey.¡± ¡°You took your time.¡± He says as he cuts out a piece of velvet cake with a fork and brings it to his lips. ¡°Yeah. Sorry about that.¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing. But one would think you and Dominique Gray came out of the restroom together.¡± Damien says, exhaling as he leans back. ¡°I didn¡¯t mean for it toe out like that. That was wrong. I sounded like a jerk.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay,¡± I wave Damien off. ¡°Dominique, uh¡± I sigh, not sure if I owe Damien some sort of exnation on why he¡¯s thinking what he¡¯s thinking. ¡°It¡¯s nothing. We should go.¡± ¡°Yeah. Of course. I¡¯ll get the check.¡± Damien says as he waves the waiter over. He signals the waiter to bring the check. ¡°Are you okay?¡± Damien asks. ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± I sh him a small smile. ¡°Okay.¡± He nods, giving me a small smile of his own. The waiter drops by our table and drops the check. Damien pulls out his credit card and gives it to the waiter. I open my purse to bring out my card but Damien waves me off. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Robyn. My treat.¡± ¡°Oh. No, Damien. Let me pay half. It¡¯s not a date, right?¡± Damien chuckles and motions for me to go on. I hand the waiter my card and he takes it. ¡°Please swipe both cards to sort the bill,¡± I say to him. The waiter nods and leaves with our cards. The table is a little awkward and I can¡¯t pinpoint why. Maybe it¡¯s because you left your supposed friend and ex to have a little romance and dirty-talking session with Dominique in the restroom and you feel like shit. God, my subconsciousness is a bitch, I give her that. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see two people heading toward the exit, and out of instinct, I turn toward the view. Dominique, with his hand on the lower back of a woman, exits the restaurant as the woman smiles at what he tells her. So much for her being his client.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. I look away, only to lock eyes with Damien who¡¯s giving me a look. ¡°What?¡± I ask. ¡°Nothing. I have a feeling something is going on between you and Dominique Gray. Something intense.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t know shit, Damien.¡± I snap, sighing at my response. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, that came out wrong than I intended it to. I¡¯m sorry. Nothing is going on between me and Dominique. And I don¡¯t want to talk about it.¡± With you. You¡¯re supposed to be my ex-boyfriend, not some guy I should be ranting to about my sex life. Thankfully, the waiteres with our card and we give him an appreciation nod. ¡°Ready to leave?¡± Damien asks. ¡°Yes, please.¡± I stand up, with my purse in hand as I head toward the exit with Damien beside me. As Damien drives me home, he tries to lighten the mood with small talk, but I¡¯m not listening. My mind is far from present in his car. The only thing on my mind is what transpired between me and Dominique in that restroom. And the thought alone ignited a familiar feeling in me. A feeling that I¡¯ve longed to suppress. Thirty Eight ¡°Okay, guess who¡¯s going to a charity g tomorrow night?¡± Monique asks, grinning as I watch her. It¡¯s Saturday night and I was watching TV before Monique strutted in. She¡¯s been at Dave¡¯s since the day before yesterday and she¡¯s justing home. ¡°Hello, how was your day? How have you been? How¡¯s work? How¡¯s the house without me?¡± I ask sarcastically as I pull my feet up on the couch and my arms on my knees. ¡°What the fuck, Monique? Where are the pleasantries?¡± She rolls her eyes as she sits down next to me on the couch and she bends her right knee so that she¡¯s facing me. ¡°Okay, honey,¡± she smiles at me. ¡°How was your day? How¡¯s work? And how¡¯s life without me being around?¡± ¡°My day¡¯s been boring, thanks to you. And work¡¯s the same. And life is shit without you here. You¡¯ve been at Dave¡¯s for two days, Monique. Two whole days.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I just-¡± she shrugs and sighs. ¡°Dave and I are so into each other, everything¡¯s been moving fast.¡± ¡°Too fast, if you ask me.¡± ¡°Come on. You should be happy for me that I¡¯ve finally found someone who understands me and cares.¡± ¡°I¡¯m happy for you. I¡¯m just not happy you¡¯re never home.¡± ¡°Seriously, Robyn. If you get a boyfriend, you and I know I won¡¯t be seeing much of you either.¡± She sighs as she stands up to remove her trench coat. She sits down again and tosses the coat over the arm of the couch we¡¯re both sitting on. ¡°Yeah. Why don¡¯t I get into a rtionship first? And you and I know that isn¡¯t happening anytime soon.¡± ¡°You know, as much as I¡¯d love to scold you about your love life for the millionth time since we¡¯ve been buddies, I¡¯ve got good news.¡± ¡°The charity g?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Monique exhales as she reaches inside her bag that is on the foot of the couch we¡¯re both upying as she pulls out an invite. ¡°My boss, Katelyn, was invited to a charity g happening tomorrow, but she won¡¯t be able to make it because, apparently, she¡¯s got this emergency meeting in Paris and she¡¯s traveling to Paris first thing in the morning.¡± ¡°So she gave you her invitation card?¡± I ask, looking at the invitation card in my hand. ¡°Yes. And the invite says to bring a plus one. So you¡¯re my date.¡± Why¡¯s she hyper about a fundraiser? Nothing fun happens at a fundraiser. ¡°I just don¡¯t understand how this is good news.¡± She thinks about my response before shrugging. ¡°Well, anything that gets me out of the house in the evening, dressed pretty fine, is good news to me. Especially when I have you by my side.¡± ¡°You¡¯re fucked up.¡± I smile, turning the card around in my hand as I read the heading. ¡°The Gray Foundation.¡± I scrunch my face at the bold heading printed in fine font as I look at Monique. ¡°Dominique Gray?¡± Now I get why she¡¯s hyper about it. Because Dominique Gray is hosting this fundraiser and he¡¯s obviously going to be there. Monique clears her throat and rubs her nape. ¡°Yes. It¡¯s Dominique¡¯s foundation, what does it matter?¡± ¡°It matters because it¡¯s Dominique¡¯s charity event. Is that why you are so hyper about it? Calling it good news?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± she throws her hands up and ps it on her thighs, obviously for dramatic effect because she is a drama doll. ¡°All I know is that my boss gave me her invite to show up on her behalf and you¡¯re my date.¡± ¡°You could go without a date.¡± I point out, tossing the card on herp. ¡°I know that. But who am I gonna gossip rich white people with?¡± She asks as she gives me a look. ¡°Certainly nobody.¡± ¡°You¡¯re crazy.¡± ¡°I know,¡± she chuckles. ¡°Plus, here¡¯s the fun part. It¡¯s a masquerade g and everyone¡¯s showing up with masks on their faces.¡± ¡°A masked charity event? Boy, that¡¯s something rich people would do. Especially Dominique.¡± ¡°Who cares? It¡¯s supposed to make the g more entertaining. I went shopping for both of us,¡± Monique says as she stands up to grab a shopping bag from the corner of the love seat as she returns to sit next to me. ¡°And I got us both masks.¡± She grins as she brings out two feathered Vian masks. ¡°You put so many thoughts into this, right?¡± I ask her, taking the blue mask from her hand as I examine it. Wow, it¡¯s beautiful. ¡°Well, maybe. I got them yesterday and our dresses. The ck mask¡¯s yours. I thought it would look good on you, you know, brown eyes?¡± She pulls out a red dress from the bag and gives it to me. ¡°Monique? Why would you buy all this? It¡¯s a fundraiser, not a wedding party.¡± ¡°Well, you¡¯re right. Call me crazy for trying too much. This isn¡¯t just any fundraiser. This is a masked charity g hosted by Dominique Gray. I don¡¯t have to spell it out to you that there will be lots of wealthy women and men. You don¡¯t want to look like you don¡¯t belong there and you don¡¯t wanna try too much either.¡± I sigh, still thinking all of this is too much. ¡°Thanks. The dress is pretty. But I still think you did too much.¡± ¡°Well, keep your criticism forter. You¡¯ll thank me when we step into that event tomorrow.¡± ¡°Why do I have a feeling you¡¯re trying to set me up with Dominique?¡± I ask. ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about. And I also believe Dominique Gray won¡¯t be the only attractive man there tomorrow. And it¡¯s a masked party. Meaning if you decide you¡¯re not ready to, you know, hook up with Dominique, there will be plenty of sexy masked strangers there tomorrow night and you could just let go, and nobody regrets anything, especially when there¡¯s nothing to regret.¡± Monique smirks at me as she takes the dress from my hand and the mask and shoves it inside the bag. ¡°What kind of charity event? What are they raising money for?¡± ¡°For less privileged asthmatic children.¡± ¡°Wow. And I¡¯ve always thought Dominique is thest person who would do something as generous as that.¡± ¡°You know, you think too little of that man.¡± I exhale. ¡°Yeah. Do I get to donate though?¡± ¡°That depends on you. If you want to, that¡¯s okay.¡± I turn to look at Monique. ¡°Are you gonna donate?¡± ¡°I might.¡± She smirks at me as she stands up. I sigh and shake my head as I reach for the TV remote on the coffee table. Monique gathers her stuff as she turns toward the hallway.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org. ¡°I¡¯m gonna go take a shower.¡± ¡°Sure.¡± A few minutes pass and Moniquees back, wearing pink cotton shorts and an oversized white T-shirt. She picks up the remote and pauses the TV show I¡¯m watching. ¡°So how has your day been? How¡¯s Doctor Sanders?¡± ¡°Cool. And I think Doctor Sanders likes me. Like, like me. If you know what I mean.¡± I raise my eyebrows. ¡°Oh, shit.¡± Monique is grinning, obviously entertained. I exhale. ¡°Yeah. Things are gonna be awkward sooner orter between the two of us.¡± ¡°Well, I think things don¡¯t have to be awkward between you two. You both are adults, there¡¯s no point acting shitty and awkward because you like a colleague and this colleague doesn¡¯t like you back.¡± Monique says and shrugs. ¡°Also, Damien was here.¡± ¡°No kidding.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not kidding. He brought flowers.¡± Monique grins, arm on the headrest as she leans her head on it. ¡°This is cool. Go on. What happened?¡± ¡°Nothing. And you were right, he was looking better than thest time we met. He looked good.¡± ¡°Does that mean you two are gonna try again?¡± ¡°Nah. There¡¯s nothing to try. Damien is too good for himself. Could you believe he met this girl at Maine¡± ¡°Maine? What was he doing in Maine?¡± ¡°Went there for work. His uncle started a branchpany there. Well, he met this girl, Emilia, I think, and they dated for two and a half years and one morning she told him they had to break up.¡± ¡°Just like that?¡± ¡°Just like that. You won¡¯t believe she¡¯s married now. She literally got married to a guy a few months after she told Damien they should break up.¡± ¡°That is¡­fucked up?¡± ¡°Yeah. I felt bad for him. And also because he told me he didn¡¯t get over me until he met Emilia.¡± ¡°Shit. Now I see why you don¡¯t want to try again.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± Thirty Nine Monique pulls her Maserati to a stop and we step out of the car. A valet approaches us and takes the car key. I take a deep breath, smelling the mor from the outside even before we step in. God, this brings back memories. My family always throws fundraising events to raise money for a cause. In the end, only about 5% of the donation is used for the cause while the rest of it is used for things that my parents wouldn¡¯t tell us about, and other times, it¡¯s the family business. One of the reasons I didn¡¯t want toe to this event in the first ce is that it¡¯s hosted by one of the richest men in the country and even the world, and there¡¯s a probability that an acquaintance of my family might be present. My family mingled with people in the society that mattered and they too mingled with people that mattered in the society, and parties like this, a ce where they can boast about their wealth, is the kind of ce they would be. I exhale deeply as we climb up the concrete steps. Monique hands her invitation card to the bouncer standing out front and he lets us through. And just like I imagined, this ce looks like a ball. The women and men are dressed morously with masks on. You really can¡¯t tell who¡¯s behind the mask unless you know them before. I¡¯m wearing the dress Monique bought me. It¡¯s a long, satin red dress with spaghetti straps and a deep V-neck that shows a good amount of cleavage. The dress is a little tight below my bust area as it flows to the floor. There¡¯s a high split on my left thigh. The back of the dress has a criss-cross design. For some reason, I feel powerful in this dress. My feathered mask covers the upper part of my face, reminding me nobody from my past life would recognize me if they managed to be at this party. My hair is in a loose wave as it cascades down my back to my mid-back. A server approaches us and offers us champagne. I grab two champagne flutes off his tter and give Monique one. ¡°This ce is beautiful,¡± Monique says as she nces around the huge hall with hundreds of people. The floor we¡¯re standing on has a bright red carpet, with expensive chandeliers hanging off the ceiling. The wall is covered in cream-colored paint and there are a few long signboards that boldly say, ¡°Save an asthmatic child today. Your donation counts.¡± ¡°They did put a lot of thought into this,¡± I mutter, bringing the champagne flute to my lips as I take a few gulps. ¡°They did.¡± ¡°Seen anyone you know?¡± ¡°Nope.¡± Monique answers as she throws her head back to gulp her champagne. She nts the empty ss on a passing server as she takes a deep breath. ¡°Ladies and gentlemen. May I have your attention please?¡± A voice says into a mic. Everyone in the room stops their chattering as they turn to the woman standing on the stage. She¡¯s wearing a mask too, with a floor-length satin dress. ¡°Thank you everyone foring. My name is Marianne Cooper, a representative of The Gray Foundation. Why don¡¯t we get into the topic of why we are here tonight? Tonight¡¯s event is hosted by our founder, Dominique Gray, CEO and founder of The Gray Empire. To some of us, Mr. Gray is a friend, a colleague, and a business partner. But we¡¯re not here to talk about Dominique Gray, now, are we?¡± The crowd murmurs in agreement. ¡°Tonight¡¯s event is to give exposure to one of the deadliest illnesses in The United States and the world in general. Asthma can be dangerous and life-threatening. It takes a lot of care, provision, and stability for adults to handle asthma symptoms and attacks. I would like you to imagine what that would be like when it¡¯s a child. A child without no means of livelihood, medical care, and support.¡± The woman says as she looks at the audience before her. ¡°Now, why don¡¯t we have a clear picture of what we mean by asthmatic children with no care¡­¡± The lights go off and slowly, arge projected image starts to disy different asthmatic children from different backgrounds behind her in different bedridden situations, some of them cramped together in a small room as local nurses try to give them help. ¡°Your donation matters tonight and whatever you choose to donate, I want you to remember you¡¯re saving a life. Your donations would go a long way by providing medical assistance and care for these children and that includes medication.¡± She continues to speak as different images of asthmatic children zoom in and zoom out. I¡¯m a nurse and I feel a twist in the pit of my stomach as I watch the projected images. The woman on stage, whoever she is, she¡¯s good at grabbing people¡¯s attention. If you watch these images and listened to her speech and you didn¡¯t donate, you¡¯re probably the devil. A few months ago, a foreign woman who was visiting New York with her only son, was rushed to St. Jose. Her son had had an asthma attack and the woman was scared to death that her child was not going to live. Asthma is oftentimes overlooked like it¡¯s nothing, but it¡¯s a scary condition and I can¡¯t imagine a child without proper care going through a condition as such. ¡°You can go online to our website, . thegrayfoundation., and donate to save a child¡¯s life today. But if you like, you can vote offline and we ept multiple kinds of payment methods. Thank you as you save a life today.¡± The woman finishes her speech as she climbs off the stage and the audience apuds her. I notice people around me bring out their phones as they begin to go online, probably to donate. ¡°Wow,¡± Monique says. ¡°That was one hell of a speech.¡± I smile, finishing my champagne as I drop the empty ss on a passing server. A live band mounts the stage as they begin to perform a song. ¡°Hello, beautifuldies.¡± A familiar voice says as a masked man in a ck suit stands in front of us, smirking, and with his hands in his pants pockets. ¡°Hi.¡± I smile at him, seeing the familiarity in his face even though he¡¯s wearing a mask. ¡°Leonardo Gray,¡± I say. ¡°Yeah. She remembered,¡± Leo says as he smiles at me. ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°You look beautiful,¡± he says as he gives me a quick once over, and then he turns to look at Monique. ¡°And who¡¯s your beautiful friend?¡± ¡°Hello. I¡¯m Monique.¡± Monique says, a small flirty smile on her lips as she stretches her hand toward Leo. Leo smirks, biting his bottom lip seductively as he takes Monique¡¯s hand and slowly brings it to his lips, and kisses it. ¡°You¡¯re the most beautiful woman I¡¯ve ever seen.¡± Monique blushes, biting her bottom lip as she smiles. Oh, boy. What the fuck am I looking at? ¡°If you don¡¯t mind, Robyn, can I snatch your friend for a minute? I promise to return her untainted.¡± Leo says as he winks at me. I nod, shrugging as I turn to look at Monique. She tilts her head and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. ¡°Don¡¯t miss me too much, ¡®Kay?¡± She smiles at me as she leaves with Leo. Did I just hook them up without really trying? Leo seems nice and more like a gentleman. So maybe Leo might be good for Monique even though I¡¯m not in a position to decide that. ¡°Why do I feel like you wore this for me?¡± A familiar husky, and yet sexy voice whispers into my ear. I turn around, locking eyes with fiery ocean-blue eyes that do things to me that I can¡¯t seem to fathom. Even with a mask on, I know it¡¯s him and he recognizes me too. Did he ask Leo to take Monique on a walk just so he could talk to me? That¡¯s something Dominique is capable of. He¡¯s dressed in an expensive custommade, dark blue three-piece suit and a white dress shirt. From his head to his toe, he looks dangerously attractive, with no sign of his tattoos anywhere. ¡°Hello, stranger,¡± I say, and Dominique surprises me by smiling, pearl-white teeth sparkling. He stands in front of me, eyes slowly drinking me in as he bites his bottom lip. He brings his gaze to stare into my eyes and my stomach flutters. ¡°Aren¡¯t you the most beautiful woman I¡¯ve ever seen? And you in that dress, boy, you don¡¯t know themotion you¡¯re causing.¡± Dominique smirks. ¡°Are you here with anyone? I¡¯m afraid a beautiful woman like you wouldn¡¯t be here all alone.¡± ¡°It would surprise you to know I¡¯m not alone. I came with a friend.¡±Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. Dominique nods. ¡°I¡¯m Dominique Gray. What¡¯s your beautiful name?¡± He asks, wearing a seductive smirk as he looks me in the eye. ¡°I¡¯m Robyn. And you¡¯re the infamous Dominique Gray? I¡¯ve heard a lot about you.¡± ¡°Have you?¡± He raises his eyebrows, a flirtatious smirk on his full lips. ¡°Yeah. And all of this¡± I wave my hand around the room. ¡°is nice. I may have underestimated you.¡± I smile at him. ¡°I guess it¡¯s safe to assume you don¡¯t know a lot about me even though you imed to have heard a lot about me,¡± Dominique says as he takes a step forward, breathing the same air as me. My god, he smells really good. ¡°You know,¡± I whisper, locking eyes with him. ¡°You could try and convince me that you¡¯re more than you let the world see and maybe I¡¯ll believe you.¡± Dominique chuckles and bites his bottom lip. ¡°Can I buy you a drink?¡± ¡°My mom told me not to ept drinks from strangers.¡± ¡°Well, you¡¯re in luck, I¡¯m not just any stranger, am I?¡± He raises an eyebrow as he shifts his gaze to my lips. ¡°One drink.¡± He offers and I smile. ¡°One drink then.¡± With his hand on my bare, lower back, Dominique walks me toward the bar, with his focus on me and me alone. Forty DOMINIQUE I saw her the minute she walked into the room,manding attention she didn¡¯t notice. With a mask on, and her body d in a red dress, I knew it was her. I just knew it was her. She was beautiful, so beautiful, I found myself hooked by how beautiful she looked standing there and looking breathtakingly attractive without even trying. Even as Marianne stood on the stage and gave her speech, I just couldn¡¯t peel my eyes away from her. This little distraction is bing something else, and the sooner she gave in to what we both wanted, the better for me. She¡¯s in my head, morning, afternoon, and night. She has finally found her way into my dreams too and as crazy as it sounds, I don¡¯t want her out of my head or my dreams. ¡°Who¡¯s thedy in red?¡± Oliver asks beside me, his gaze fixed on Robyn. ¡°Damn, she¡¯s gorgeous. Even with a mask on, you could obviously tell she¡¯s fucking hot,¡± Leo says beside me and I turn to re at him. ¡°What? Can¡¯t I admire a beautiful woman?¡± He asks, staring at me and smirking. I shake my head, bringing the half ss of whiskey to my mouth as I gulp the entire drink. ¡°That¡¯s Robyn, so take your fucking eyes off of her,¡± I say, dropping the empty ss of whiskey on a passing server. ¡°the both of you, or I¡¯m gonna break your fucking limbs.¡± I re at them. ¡°Wait, what¡¯s she doing here?¡± Oliver asks. ¡°And looking that fine too,¡± Leo says. I turn to re at him. ¡°Sorry, my bad. But she looks good.¡± ¡°Who¡¯s the friend, though?¡± Oliver asks. ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°Damn, the friend¡¯s got good legs. She¡¯s sexy.¡± Leo says. ¡°Do you ever turn it off? Shit talking.¡± I ask my brother and he smiles and licks his bottom lip. ¡°You should go talk to the friend. Take her for a walk. I need a moment with Robyn.¡± ¡°Right,¡± Leo says as he walks toward the two women. ¡°I still can¡¯t believe you would chase a woman for more than a month. She¡¯s got your dick wrapped around her pretty little fingers.¡± Oliver grins at me. ¡°Go fuck yourself, Ollie,¡± I say, biting the side of my lip as I watch Leo talk to Robyn and her friend. Leo¡¯s good with women including men. He¡¯s effortlessly charming and witty and women like him, like, genuinely like him. Men get along with him like they¡¯re buds. Unlike me, women either want to fuck me for fame, money, and some other dumb shit I don¡¯t care about or because they want to be the one. The one who gets to tame the infamous Dominique Gray. If only they knew I can¡¯t be tamed because I¡¯m not ready to be tamed. And men, that¡¯s a whole different story best left for another day. ¡°You know it¡¯s true, Dom. You give her more attention than you¡¯ve ever given any woman before. That¡¯s good.¡± That¡¯s because I¡¯m yet to have a taste of her. I keep telling myself that. And the more she turns me down, pushes me away, and is in denial, the more I want her. Maybe Oliver is right. Maybe Robyn¡¯s got my dick wrapped around her pretty little fingers, and it may sound pretty fucked up but I like that. Fuck. We watched Leo leave with Robyn¡¯s friend and I knew that was my cue. ¡°Talkter. I¡¯ve got a woman to impress.¡± ¡°You and I know you¡¯ll be doing more than impressing. That nut won¡¯t be cracking anytime soon. Time to think of a better strategy or you¡¯re not gonna win this one.¡± Oliver says as he ps me on the back and walks away. With my arm around her waist, I walk Robyn to the bar area. I can feel the tension on her skin under my fingers. As she sits down on a barstool, I wonder if my hand on her bare back is the reason she¡¯s tense. I wave the server over and he walks toward us. ¡°What would you like to have?¡± I ask her. ¡°I¡¯d like a margarita on the rocks,¡± Robyn says to the bartender. The bartender turns to look at me, and I shake my head. ¡°You¡¯re not drinking?¡± She asks, her right arm on the countertop as she looks at me. ¡°No.¡± ¡°So you¡¯re gonna let me drink alone?¡± She raises her eyebrows. ¡°I could watch you.¡± She smirks as she lets out a quietugh. I watch her, mesmerized by her beauty, as I lock eyes with her. I can stare at her all day and never get tired, that¡¯s how fucking beautiful she is. Robyn bites her bottom lip as she holds my gaze, shamelessly letting her eyes run down my body from head to toe. I¡¯ve been with different women from different races, sses, and backgrounds, yet none of them fascinates me the way Robyn does. And to make it even worse, she doesn¡¯t have to try tomand my utmost attention. How the fuck is she this perfect? ¡°So, Robyn, you new in town? I don¡¯t easily forget beautiful women and you, I would never forget a face like yours.¡± Robyn smirks and turns around in her seat, her knees brushing mine. ¡°And why, if I may ask?¡±Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. I stay quiet, staring into her beautiful brown eyes. ¡°There¡¯s just something about you, isn¡¯t there?¡± Robyn is taken off guard as she bites the bottom of her lip. Shit. Why did she have to do that? Now I¡¯m imagining her lips around a part of me that desperately wants and craves release. ¡°You know, pretending that we¡¯re strangers is some pretty fucked up shit.¡± I smile. ¡°For one, we¡¯re both wearing masks, so we aren¡¯t supposed to know who¡¯s behind the mask. And secondly, we started on the wrong foot. Don¡¯t you agree?¡± ¡°You said I owed you. That was a pretty narcissistic thing to say to a woman you just met.¡± ¡°It was a Rolls Royce, Robyn. My favorite car. Sometimes I don¡¯t let anyone drive me around in that particr car because I enjoy being behind the wheel. I love that car. We had a special connection.¡± ¡°Yeah. I understand. I have that kind of love for my own car too even though it¡¯s nothingpared to yours. And I hit yours and ran away like a maniac. That was a dick move and I didn¡¯t apologize.¡± ¡°It was. And you still owe me for hitting my car and running away.¡± I smirk at her as she res at me yfully. ¡°Now, the apology is out the window now. I wanted to pay you, but you refused.¡± ¡°I wanted a date as payment.¡± ¡°A date where you promised to show me how much I want you, isn¡¯t that right?¡± ¡°The offer still stands.¡± ¡°Your stamina is quite intriguing, Dominique Gray.¡± She smiles at me as she turns to the server who ces a ss of cocktail in front of her. The server gives her a quick once over before he walks away, not before locking eyes with me and noticing the death re in my eyes. He gives me an apologetic look before docking his head. She¡¯s beautiful, who wouldn¡¯t look at her? Especially in that dress? Robyn doesn¡¯t notice the discreet altercation between the server and me and even if she does, she¡¯s pretty good at acting. For some reason, I¡¯m possessive over her. No one should look at her but me. Robyn grabs the ss of cocktail and crosses her left thigh over her right, giving me a full view of her bare thigh through the split in her dress. My cock twitches at the sight and I want nothing more than to run my palm up her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her skin as I go. Robyn smirks like she can see through me and see the dirty thoughts I have about her. What¡¯s she doing here really? I have to know. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind me asking, what are you doing here?¡± ¡°It will surprise you that I didn¡¯t want to be here.¡± I raise an eyebrow. ¡°How so?¡± ¡°Monique, my friend, you know, the one you told Leo to take on a walk,¡± she gives me a mischievous smile. She knows, huh? ¡°Yeah, I know you told your brother to take her for a walk.¡± she squinted her eyes at me. ¡°I needed you alone,¡± I say. ¡°Right. And you¡¯ve seeded in doing just that. Well, the invitation was her boss¡¯s but she had ast minute appointment in Paris so she gave her invitation to Monique and here we are. I¡¯m her date.¡± ¡°And you had to wear this dress?¡± I ask, bringing my eyes down her body, marveling at the beauty in front of me as I stop to stare at her cleavage. ¡°Do you have a problem with my dress?¡± Robyn asks, biting her bottom lip as she smirks at me. Did she do this on purpose? Did she pick out this dress just to torture me in a fundraising event? I always love a woman in a red dress. There¡¯s something about a woman dressed in red that¡¯s both dangerous, alluring, and seductive. And Robyn happened to wear a fucking red dress with a deep V-neck that exposes her smooth breasts and a high split that shows off her curves and thick thighs. The minute Iid eyes on her when she walked in, my cock jumped in my pants and all I wanted to do at that moment was steal her away to somece quiet and do things to her. She¡¯s fucking with my head and I don¡¯t know what to do about it other than work my way into her panties so that I could get rid of this ache that has refused to go. I feel like that¡¯s the only thing that can get her out of my head. She¡¯s a pretty little distraction, and unless I have her, she¡¯s going to fucking ruin me. ¡°As a matter of fact, I do. I don¡¯t think it¡¯s fair of you to wear something as sexy as this without thinking of the oue.¡± ¡°Is that so? And what are the consequences, if I may ask?¡± Robyn asks calmly, bringing the ss of cocktail to her lips as she sips from it, her eyes fixed on mine. ¡°Why don¡¯t you tell me what you nned on aplishing by looking so fucking irresistible,¡± I whisper, my eyes falling to her cleavage and the tiny straps of her dress. I can only imagine what her breasts would look like with this sinful dress obstructing it. My perverted mind can only imagine. ¡°You know,¡± Robyn leans closer, her face a few inches from mine as she whispers. ¡°we could always find out.¡± then she winks at me, leaning back to sip her margarita cocktail, not for once looking away. Forty One DOMINIQUE What the fuck is happening? Where is the Robyn that loathes me? The Robyn who would never flirt back. The Robyn who would grab any chance to throw insulting words at me. Where the fuck did she go? I¡¯d be lying if I said I haven¡¯t been hoping to encounter this side of Robyn since the day she showed me this side of her at my brother¡¯s club. And that day at the club, she had too much to drink. But today, she¡¯s not drunk. She¡¯s anything but drunk and she knows what she¡¯s doing. She¡¯s ying a game with me, a game I don¡¯t mind losing because right now all I want is her. And I don¡¯t mind doing anything, whatever thing it takes to have her body flush against mine and my hands in the ces I¡¯ve only dreamt about. The Robyn sitting in front of me is a temptress and this pretty little temptress wants me to do things to her. Bad, bad things. She¡¯s trying to wake up the beast in me and I have little to no self-control left in me. At this point, it just depends on what she says and the things she does, or we¡¯re both going to find ourselves in a situation we will both enjoy. Thest time I had sex was three weeks ago, with this Brazilian model that I don¡¯t remember her name, and as usual, I imagined Robyn riding my dick instead of her. And since that fateful night, I haven¡¯t been with a woman. Not because I don¡¯t want to, or because there weren¡¯t women lining up to have a taste of my dick, but because I want it to be Robyn. I want it to be her. I¡¯ve imagined doing dirty things to her and I don¡¯t want to imagine anymore. I want these imaginations to be reality. I want to have her on top of me, under me, and against me, in every filthy position. One night. I just want one night with her. One night with her is enough to get rid of this ache in my balls and I can¡¯t believe it¡¯s been over a month and Robyn is yet to give in to what we both want. I know she wants me, and right now, with her sitting in front of me clearly sober, I can see the desire in her eyes. What I don¡¯t understand is why she refused to give in when she wants me as much as I want her. The night I had her up against the wall outside the restroom of a French restaurant, two days ago, I could feel how much she wanted me. How her eyes fluttered at my touch and right that moment I thought about how she would moan with my mouth on her clit. I could have had my way with her and she would have let me. But I knew better than to try. I want her to submit to me willingly without having to seduce her. To submit her body to me and let me do to her whatever I please while I watch her beg for more. To hear her pant and moan as I devour her, and with the ache in my balls, I¡¯d do anything to let my filthy thoughts be reality. Robyn nts her cocktail down on the counter as she leans forward, her hand reaching out to touch my arm as electricity jolts through me. I badly want to grab her seat and pull her close to me, but I don¡¯t. And that¡¯s because we are at my fundraising charity event. I¡¯m supposed to be creating awareness for children and not fucking Robyn in my head. Robyn uncrosses her thighs and the little gesture drags my attention to her thighs again and how smooth they look. ¡°Is that what you want?¡± I whisper. ¡°You¡¯d be surprised if you know what I really want, Dominique,¡± Robyn whispers and then she pulls back and stands up. ¡°Do you want to dance?¡± Robyn asks. I chuckle, turning to look at the dance floor with my guests dancing to the slow song from the live band. I turn to look at Robyn and she¡¯s offering me her hand. The Robyn who loathes me will never offer me a dance. I stand up as I wrap my arms around her slender waist and pull her close to me to whisper into her ear. ¡°You know, if you continue to talk like that we¡¯re gonna have to do something about that.¡± ¡°Like what?¡± Robyn whispers as she cranes her neck to look me in the eye. ¡°Does it involve leaving me breathless and sweaty?¡± Shit. I¡¯m used to Robyn rejecting me and throwing insulting words at me, but this side of Robyn, I didn¡¯t think I was ever going to witness it ever again. This little seductive side of her. It seems like Robyn can see the shock on my face as she smiles. ¡°Are we gonna dance or are we gonna stand here and talk about the things we would like to do to each other?¡± She asks, surprising me further. ¡°I choose thetter.¡± ¡°Why not both?¡± Robyn asks as she bites her bottom lip. I can feel the pull in my cock by her little gesture. Whatever game this is, I¡¯m not gonna lie I¡¯m enjoying it but I¡¯m also curious. What happened? She¡¯s beaten me at my own game and I¡¯m at her mercy, begging to let me explore every inch of her body and whether she lets me or not, it¡¯s up to her to decide that. Dumbfounded for the first time in my life, I walked Robyn toward the dance floor. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and I put my arms around her waist, down the curve of her back. It takes a lot of willpower not to reach down and grab her butt. We¡¯re so close, so fucking close that our faces are just a few inches away from each other. God, she¡¯s beautiful. I can smell her perfume, a mixture of flowers and vani. The scent alone is intoxicating. Holding her in my arms and staring into her fiery brown orbs is doing strange things to me and right now I want to lean in and kiss her. To taste her lips and watch her melt against my touch and moan into my mouth. ¡°Why do I feel like you want to kiss me?¡± Robyn whispers, running her fingers through the hair on my nape.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. ¡°Do you want me to?¡± I ask her. Robyn smiles and leans closer to me, her lips a breath away from my ear as we dance to the song. ¡°Maybe.¡± Her response alone arouses the beast in me and at this point, I don¡¯t care if we¡¯re at my charity g. I just need to have a taste of her. To have my tongue down her throat and my lips over hers. ¡°You¡¯re ying a dangerous game, Robyn.¡± ¡°Maybe I like a little danger.¡± She whispers and pulls her head back so that we are staring into each other¡¯s eyes. I can see the lust in her eyes and the hunger in them. Fuck. If I was not hard before, I¡¯m painfully hard now, my balls craving for release. I have to have her. I need to have her right fucking now or I¡¯m gonna lose my mind. ¡°Do you wanna get out of here?¡± ¡°And I thought you¡¯ll never ask.¡± Robyn pulls away and I hold her wrist, pulling her against me as I search her eyes for anything, anything that proves this is real. ¡°What¡¯s going on? One minute you hate me and the next minute you want to fuck me?¡± ¡°Should I remind you you want this too?¡± Robyn raises her eyebrows as she smirks at me. She takes a step forward, closing the gap between us. ¡°Maybe I¡¯m tired of being in denial. Tonight, I don¡¯t want to care about anything else. Tonight, I just want to feel. Now are we gonna continue talking or are you gonna take me somece quiet where I can have you to myself?¡± Forty Two Dominique pushes me up against the wall as our lips attack each other. I moan into his mouth, slipping my tongue down his throat and he growls. The sound is like music to my ears, sending a vibration to the sensitive flesh in between my legs. I don¡¯t know what I¡¯m doing. I don¡¯t know how we got here but all I could remember was telling Dominique to take me to a quiet ce so that we could give each other the one thing we both wanted and everything else was a blur. We¡¯re in a barely lit hallway with the event still going on. We could get caught. Someone might identally walk in on us and the thought alone excites me. I¡¯ve never been this careless before with a stranger. I may have had a few one-night stands, but I¡¯ve never had sex with a stranger in a hallway during a charity event with the probability of getting caught being ny percent. And Dominique is no stranger. And the thought of my body flushed against Dominique¡¯s as we kissed passionately and desperately in this quiet hallway, skyrocketed my desire for him. I still can¡¯t believe I¡¯m doing this. I hated this man. I hated the way he made me feel and yet here we are, with his hands skimming over my body and his lips on my neck, trailing kisses down my skin. I want him. I want him to touch me in all the right ces and have his way with me and nothing else matters. Tonight, I let my desire lead. Tonight, I obey themand he gives to my body and just feel. I need to feel. It¡¯s been a long time since I¡¯ve felt pleasure from a man, not to mention a man like Dominique. And tonight, I just want to take. To take everything he has to offer. And when the deed is done, we¡¯re going to pretend like this never happened and go our separate ways. I¡¯m not leaving tonight without leaving an imprint. There¡¯s no way in hell he¡¯ll be forgetting about me anytime soon, that I¡¯m sure of. ¡°Too many clothes.¡± I groan, my hands running up and down his muscr hard body. Dominique chuckles against my neck, his sexyughter sending a vibration right to my clit. ¡°We¡¯re gonna have to make do with what we have.¡± He whispers. ¡°Yeah, because you¡¯re the one at advantage here. I need to feel every inch of you, Dominique.¡± ¡°You¡¯re gonna have to feel something else tonight, darling.¡± He growls, the animalistic sound driving me close to the edge. I¡¯m soaking wet and he¡¯s yet to touch me. I imagine what would happen to me when he touches me. Our masks were long gone, discarded somewhere I don¡¯t remember. Dominique pins my hands above my head, restraining them with one hand as he presses them against the wall. Slowly, he runs his palm up my body to my breast. Dominique, slowly and treacherously, rubs the back of his knuckles against the hard bud of my nipple and I whimper. ¡°You¡¯re so fucking wet, aren¡¯t you?¡± He whispers into my ear and bites my earlobe. I moan. Dominique continues to rub his knuckles against my nipple as he presses himself against my pelvis, his erection rubbing against my abdomen. Slowly, Dominique pushes the neckline of my dress to the side to reveal my right breast. He makes a guttural sound as he stares at my bare breast with lust. ¡°Fuck. So beautiful.¡± He whispers as he pinches my nipple. My legs buckle under my weight as I cry out a pained cry when he pinches my nipple. He twists the hard bud in between his fingers as he brings his head down to align kisses on my neck. As he rolls my nipple in between his fingers, Dominique bites the skin on my neck as he slowly brings out his tongue to tease the spot. My eyes are shut and I¡¯m panting, my breathing shallow. I don¡¯t remember ever feeling this way from my nipples being teased by a man before. It feels so good, I¡¯m biting my bottom lip and grinding against his erection. Dominique chuckles wickedly and pulls back a little so that there¡¯s a little space between us. ¡°Needy.¡± Dominique growls, his fingers assaulting my nipples as he continues to roll the bud in between his fingers. ¡°Aren¡¯t you a fucking tease?¡± I open my eyes as I ask. Dominique¡¯s ocean blue eyes are a little dark as he stares into my eyes. ¡°Why don¡¯t we savor the moment?¡± He smirks as he bites his bottom lip. I groan, pushing forward a little but Dominique lets go of my nipple to m me against the wall. ¡°Easy now, you little Fox. I¡¯m gonna fuck you, you just have to rx.¡± I don¡¯t say a word. My skin glistens with heat, and goosebumps fill up every inch of my skin. Dominique releases my hands and pulls down the straps of my dress. I bend my arms so that he can easily slip the straps down my shoulder. When my shoulders are free from the strap of my dress, Dominique restrains my wrists again with one hand as he palms my breast, kneading the flesh in his hand as he looks me in the eyes. ¡°Just like I imagined,¡± he whispers as he kneads my breasts continuously. ¡°Full, soft, beautiful, and fucking perfect,¡± Dominique says as he continues to mold my breast into his palm. I¡¯m short of words and all I do is moan and whimper. Dominique leans down to capture my lips with ease, tasting my bottom lip with his as I mold my lips against his. He kisses me with desperation and dominance and I react by melting against his touch. Dominique pulls away as he lowers his head to my breast. Slowly, he wraps his full lips around my nipple and starts to suck. I writhe against him, identally grinding against his erection that¡¯s pressed against me. Dominique groans around my nipple, flicking and swirling his tongue around my sensitive bud as he sucks. ¡°Fuck.¡± I cry out. His free hand snakes up my bare thigh, running up the skin of my thigh as he gropes my hip. He pushes further, sneaking past the slit of my dress as he finds my panties. His fingers brush against myce panties as he teases my crotch area with his fingers. ¡°Ooh.¡± I moan. ¡°So fucking wet and I¡¯m yet to fuck you.¡± ¡°And you¡¯re as hard as a rock and you¡¯re yet to slide through. Who knew you wanted me this much?¡± I counter back, opening my eyes to lock with his icy blue eyes. I sh him a cocky smirk and he smirks back. ¡°I believe I¡¯ve talked to you a million times about how much I want you. Feeling how hard my cock is pressed against you shouldn¡¯t surprise you, Robyn.¡± He says, pushing forward a little to grind himself against me and I moan. His dirty words are erotic, sending shivers down my spine. Dominique sneaks two fingers past the crotch of my panties as he rubs his digit against my slick entrance. ¡°Fuck, Robyn. It¡¯s taking me a lot of self-control to not fuck you right now,¡± he growls into my ear as he pushes my thighs apart. ¡°But I won¡¯t. I need you to savor this moment so you never forget in a hurry how breathy and sweaty I n on leaving you tonight.¡± Oh my God. Where the fuck did this mane from?Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. Dominique runs a single digit up my entrance, spreading my lips in between my legs apart, as he pushes a slender finger inside me, past my tight walls. I moan, throwing my head back as my legs threaten to copse underneath my weight. ¡°Oh, my god.¡± I moan. Dominique pulls out his finger and slides it back in, stretching me further. ¡°God, so fucking tight. I can¡¯t wait to stretch you out with my dick and listen to you beg for more.¡± Dominique starts to fuck me with his finger, his breath raggedy as he kisses down my neck. I am moaning loudly, forgetting we could actually get caught and the thought just excites me more. Dominique adds another finger, stretching me further as he fingers me relentlessly. I squirm in his hold, trying to break out from his bounds, and he won¡¯t let me. His left hand is still around my wrists, restraining me from exploring his body. His fingers find the right spot inside me as he curls his fingers, rubbing against the right spot and I¡¯m a mess. I can feel my orgasming, and he can feel it too. Dominique litters kisses down my neck as he marks me. Tomorrow morning I¡¯m going to wake up with hickeys and the thought alone drives me over the edge. I copse in his arms, my legs shake violently as my orgasm rips through me. ¡°Fuck.¡± I cry out, my head tilted to the ceiling as I try to catch my breath. Slowly, Dominique pulls his fingers out of me and slips them inside his mouth, tasting my juice as he releases my wrist. I stare at him, breathless as I watch him lick my cum off his fingers. Fuck, that¡¯s freaking hot. I peel myself off the wall and push him against the opposite wall, my fingers undoing the buttons on his suit jacket and vest as I kiss him. Dominique smiles against my lips, his hand running up my curves and past the slit of my dress as he grabs my butt, squeezing the flesh through myce panties. I moan into his mouth, as I hastily remove the buttons on his dress shirt just so I can feel his body and explore every inch of his skin. My fingers find thest button of his shirt and I remove the button, pushing the shirt to the side. I stop kissing him as I pull back a little to look at God¡¯s perfect creation. His lips are swollen from biting and sucking, all thanks to yours truly, and his hair is a bit tousled. I bring my eyes down to his torso and I¡¯m marveled at the outline of his abs and toned stomach. God, this man is fine. There¡¯s not a singleyer of fat on him. There are little bits of tattoos inked into the side of his waist and I run my fingers over the ink. There¡¯s a tattoo taking over his left pec as the ink flows into the full-sleeve tattoos on his left arm. I run both my palms up his torso slowly as Dominique takes in a sharp breath. His muscles are tense as I trace my fingers over the outline of his perfect body. I want to tell him how perfect he is but that will only feed his ego. Knowing Dominique Gray he¡¯s going to use that against me. ¡°Tell me how much you want me, Dom,¡± I whisper as I continue to trace my fingers on his golden skin. With lidded eyes, Dominique looks down at me, pulling me into him as he cups my ass with both hands. ¡°Why don¡¯t I show you how much I want you right now?¡± He says, his voice smooth and thick like velvet. He brings my right hand and sters it against his erection through the material of his pants. In a husky voice, he whispers, ¡°Feel what you do to me, Robyn. Feel how much I want you. How much I badly want to be inside you right now.¡± My stomach somersaults. Butterflies erupt in my stomach and the sensitive bud in between my legs hardens. I grab him through his suit pants, feeling the thick length of his dick, and I squeeze him. Dominique growls into my ear, holding my body in a firm grip. I run my hand over his erection, feeling the blood rush into his length as he twitches against my touch. ¡°Fuck, Robyn.¡± Dominique groans as he pushes me against the other side of the wall, right where we started as he lowers his head to kiss me. I kiss back, one hand on his waist and the other on his erection as I mold him against my palm. He moans into my mouth, as he drags my dress upward with one swift motion. Dominique pulls away and goes on his knees, my heartbeat palpitating. Is he about to eat me out? Dominique confirms my suspicions as he pulls my panties down my thighs. I step out of them and he picks up thece material, bringing it to his nose to inhale the scent before shoving it inside his suit jacket. God, this man is a fucking sex god. He goes back on his knees, wrapping my left thigh over his shoulder as he looks up at me. ¡°Try not to moan too loudly or you¡¯re gonna get us both caught. Can you do that for me?¡± Dominique asks, a cocky smirk on his perfect face as he stares at me. ¡°Yes.¡± I breathe out, anticipating his warm mouth on my pussy. ¡°Good girl.¡± He praises. Dominique stares at my pussy with lidded eyes and lust and slowly he buries himself in between my legs and I lose it. Forty Three DOMINIQUE She tastes better than I imagined, warm, slick, and throbbing with need. I run my tongue on her tight pussy, tasting her sweet juices as I lick her. I envelop my mouth over her entrance as I suck. Her feet buckle, threatening to give up on her as she mps her mouth shut with her right hand. Her other hand finds its way into my hair, fisting my strands as she fucks my mouth. Fuck, her tears of pleasure are like music to my ears, drawing different kinds of pull and strain from my dick as it rubs against the material of my pants. ¡°Oh, my god. Fuck. Please, don¡¯t stop.¡± She begs, just like I wanted her to as she looks down at me. I flick my tongue continuously on her throbbing clit and I suck. I might like to fuck different women but I don¡¯t always go down on them. Actually, I like to be pleasured instead of the one giving the pleasure. It sounds selfish, but the women I fuck are down with whatever I want. I call the shots and they obey. The few asions that I¡¯ve gone down on a woman, it¡¯s because she was good in bed and she earned it. Now, I sound like a conceited bastard. But with me on my knees and my face buried in between Robyn¡¯s legs with my mouth and tongue on her clit, is the most beautiful, erotic scene I¡¯ve ever seen. And in this moment, I¡¯d do anything to have my face buried in between her legs every fucking day. Fuck. This is supposed to be a one-time thing, why am I thinking of burying my face in between her legs every day? I shake the thought out of my head as I focus my attention on getting a second orgasm out of her. Her fingers tug at my hair, grinding against my mouth as she cries and moans. She¡¯s needy. ¡°Fuck, Dominique,¡± she cries my name. Robyn never calls me Dom. She prefers to address me by my full name and I like that. The people around me always call me Dom instead of my full name and I kind of got used to it. But Robyn, she prefers to call me by my full name and I love how it sounds in her mouth, especially now that I¡¯m pleasuring her. Her left hand is on her nipple, rolling the bud in between her fingers and her other hand is in my hair, pulling at my strands as she pushes my face into her cunt. She¡¯s going toe again. I stop eating her and rece my mouth on her clit with my fingers. I start to rub fast circles on it, circling her swollen clit with my thumb as she moans loudly. ¡°God, I¡¯m gonna cum. I¡¯m going to fucking cum.¡± She cries, as she quickly covers her mouth with her palm, leaving her nipple unattended. She¡¯s going to get us caught if she continues to scream like that. Not that I mind. Her moans and cries are like the sounds of an angel and I don¡¯t want her to stop. My need for her just increases and my mouth is back on her pussy, licking, flicking, and sucking like my life depends on it, and just like that Robyn is climaxing on my tongue, her whole body vibrates and her legs shake as she climaxes. She nearly copses against me as I hold her butt to steady her. I look up at her, and fuck she looks beautiful when she¡¯s climaxing as she bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes shut. I drop her leg and stand up as Robyn slowly opens her eyes to look at me. She shes me a weak smile as she ttens her palm on my dick, rubbing her palm against it as she reaches for the zipper. With my right hand above her head on the wall, I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her face forward to im her lips. She kisses back immediately, tongue molding against mine as she releases an erotic sound from the back of her throat. She pulls down my zipper and releases my cock from my pants, freeing it from its restrain. Her hand is small around my dick and warm. Robyn squeezes me a little and I growl into her mouth, kissing her mouth with more passion and desperation. She responds to the kiss, moaning a little as she fists my dick in her hand, stroking up and down as she uses my precum to lubricate her slick movement. Fuck. Robyn starts to jerk me off, sliding her fist up and down on my length in slow, treacherous movements. I stop to kiss her to nt kisses on her neck, leaving more bite marks as I kiss down her cleavage. She¡¯s going to wake up tomorrow with a memory of tonight, a memory she can¡¯t forget in a hurry. The thought of her waking up tomorrow morning with my bite marks makes me hard as a rock and I just can¡¯t wait to sink myself in between her legs, to feel her warmth around my length while she moans my name. Robyn pushes me back a little as she starts to kiss my neck. Her free hand is on my waist, digging her fingernails into my skin as she traces her lips down my chest. Her tongue teases my nipple, twirling over the little nub as she licks and sucks. I throw my head back, groaning at the pleasure of her mouth on my nipple and her hand around my cock. If only she could go lower. As if she can hear my thoughts, Robyn goes on her knees,ing face to face with my cock. She bites her lip, her gaze fixed on my thick length that¡¯s dripping precum. ¡°Wow,¡± she whispers, fisting my dick with her right hand as she slides her hand up and down my cock. ¡°Beautiful,¡± she whispers under her breath, with her hand still around my dick. Slowly, she slips out her tongue, licking up my shaft as she swirls it around the tip. With lidded eyes, I stare down at the most beautiful woman I¡¯ve ever seen. I still can¡¯t believe this is happening. I can¡¯t believe I get to have a taste of Robyn fucking Denver. And now she¡¯s on her knees, ready to pleasure my dick with her mouth. I want to frame this so that I don¡¯t forget in a hurry. It¡¯s not like I can forget this night even though I try. Robyn¡¯s the one woman who¡¯s got me all riled up with want. I never thought I would go this far just to have a taste of a woman. But Robyn proved me wrong. And this, I don¡¯t know how we got here in the first ce, but I¡¯d be lying if I said she didn¡¯t catch me off guard. I knew one day she would have to give in, but I couldn¡¯t believe that day was today until I had her up against the wall and kissed her and she responded immediately. I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach when she kissed me back. I have her, right where I want her, but why do I feel iplete? I groan when Robyn puts me in her mouth. Her pretty little mouth is tight as she starts to suck me off. With her hand on the base of my shaft, her mouth works me to orgasm, as she bobs her head around my cock. I shut my eyes, trying to control the pleasure as I moan. Slowly, I open my eyes and lock them with Robyn¡¯s, her beautiful brown eyes staring back at me. Fuck, she¡¯s beautiful. So fucking perfect. I fist her wavy hair in one hand as I urge her to continue with my moans and groans. She handles my dick with perfection, just how I want her to and how I imagined her. Robyn takes my cock out of her mouth as she begins to stroke me, dragging her fist from my tip to the base. ¡°Put it back in,¡± I order with a groan as she rubs her thumb over my sensitive tip. Robyn smiles and listens, as she slowly takes my cock into her mouth. I watch her take every inch until she¡¯s deep-throating me. ¡°Fuck, Robyn.¡± I moan as I look at her, staring down at how beautiful she looks with my cock in her mouth.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. I roll my hips as I begin to thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Robyn releases an erotic sound that sounds like a moan as she looks up at me. With our eyes locked, I continue to fuck her mouth, groaning and moaning as I try not to lose it. I pull out of her mouth at once, with my hands under her armpits as I pull her to her feet. ¡°I need to feel you,¡± I tell her. Forty Four DOMINIQUE Robyn smiles as she pulls my head down to kiss me. As I respond to her kiss, I slowly walk forward and she walks backward and I press her against the opposite wall. ¡°I don¡¯t have a condom,¡± I say, pulling away from her to look into her eyes. ¡°What?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t expect me to be carrying condoms around, do you? Especially a day like today.¡± ¡°Well, no.¡± She rolls her eyes. ¡°I¡¯m clean if that¡¯s what you¡¯re worried about.¡± ¡°Oh, yeah?¡± ¡°Yeah. Are you?¡± I raise an eyebrow at her and she scoffs. ¡°If you care to know, I don¡¯t always hook up with men in dimly lit hallways.¡± I smile at her and nod. I¡¯m not dumb. With the way she was moaning and crying when I had my tongue on her clit, I¡¯m pretty sure no one¡¯s been down there in a while and I¡¯m about to confirm it. ¡°Are you on any birth control pills?¡± ¡°No. I can get an emergency pill tomorrow.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± ¡°So are we gonna fuck now or we are still conversing?¡± She asks, raising a brow at me as she smirks. I lean down to im her lips again as I lift her right leg off the floor and wrap it around my hip. With her back pressed against the wall, Robyn looks at me with need and hunger. I take hold of myself as I stroke my dick a little with my eyes locked with Robyn¡¯s. Her breathing is heavy, her lips parted as she stares at me expectantly. I rub the tip of my cock against her opening as she whimpers. God, she¡¯s fucking wet. So perfect and slick. Slowly, I slide in, pushing past her tight walls and slipping right through. Robyn releases a sound that sounds like a moan and a whimper. I pull out and slide in again, with half my dick inside her. Robyn wraps her arms around my shoulders to hold onto me. With a few pulling out and sliding in, I slowly thrust into her, shutting my eyes at the warmth that envelops my dick. I feel her walls stretching out to amodate my length inside her and I nearly lose it. ¡°Fuck. So fucking tight. So fucking warm.¡± I growl as I open my eyes to stare at Robyn¡¯s. There¡¯s a flood of different emotions that shes through her eyes as she stares at me. How long has it been since someone fucked her? Years, obviously. I wrap her other thigh around my waist and slowly, I start to pound into her. I take my time, ramming in and out with my hands around her bare butt to hold her still and against myself. Robyn starts to moan, spewing out countless profanities as she says my name over and over again. I increase my pace, my mouth on hers as I fuck her against the wall. ¡°Oh, God,¡± she cries into my mouth. ¡°Fuck, Dominique, just like that. Harder.¡± I hook my arm under her knees as I m her down on my dick, faster and harder. The sound of flesh hitting against flesh can be heard in the hallway and it¡¯s fucking loud. I can hear the party going on downstairs and I have a feeling Marianne would be looking for me to discuss the donations that we were already getting. I can¡¯t imagine someone walking in on us even though the probability of getting caught is high. That won¡¯t look good on the papers even though I know I¡¯ll have to pay my publicist to clear it off. Robyn¡¯s moans and my groans and curses fill the hallway as I pound into her, filling her up with every inch of my length. I set her foot back on the floor, with her right thigh still around my waist as I fasten the pace of my thrusts. I¡¯m close and I have a feeling she¡¯s close too. Robyn¡¯s fingers pull at my strands, with her other hand around my waist as she scratches my skin. Fuck, she¡¯s right. There is too much obstruction called clothes. I hate that we¡¯re not doing this in my bed, with nothing stopping us from doing to each other whatever we want with less clothes and more space. Her scratches are bliss right now, urging me to pound into her harder. And I do. Robyn squeezes her pussy around my dick, nearly ripping an orgasm out of me. I bring my hand in between where our bodies meet as I begin to stroke her clit, rubbing fast circles on her hard bud that¡¯s slick from her juices. Robyn begins to moan loudly again, her lips on mine as her fingers dig into my waist. ¡°Oh, God, I¡¯m close.¡± ¡°Do you like that?¡± I ask, increasing my pace as I continuously rub circles on her pussy. ¡°Answer me, Robyn. Do you like my fingers on your clit and my dick buried inside you? Tell me how much you love it.¡± ¡°Fuck yes, I do. Please don¡¯t stop.¡± She cries into my mouth as she kisses me hungrily, biting my bottom lip in the process. I taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as Robyn stops to kiss me to throw her head against the wall, her arms still around my shoulders as she holds onto me. ¡°I want you to cum on my dick.¡±Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. Robyn looks down at me, mouth slightly open as different profanities escape her mouth. ¡°I want you toe inside me. Every fucking drop. I want to walk around tonight with your cum all over my pussy.¡± Robyn says with a whimper. I curse in Italian, slowing down my thrusts as I increase the pace of my fingers on her clit. With a few rubs of my thumb on her clit, Robynes on my dick, her eyes squeezed shut as her whole body shakes. As she climaxes around my dick, I continue to fuck her against the wall, reveling in the aftershock of her orgasm as I release inside her, spurting everyst drop of my seed as my legs shake. I press my forehead against hers, and with my eyes closed, I try to catch my breath. For a minute, we stay in that position, forehead pressed against each other as we catch our breaths. Slowly, I drop her leg and step back from her to look at her. She¡¯s a mess. Her hair is in every direction, and her lipstick is long gone. ¡°Well, that was hot,¡± Robyn says as she chuckles and bites her bottom lip. My breathing is still ragged and I can still taste her in my mouth and I can still feel her lips against mine. ¡°Yeah. That was hot.¡± I sh her a big smile as I run my fingers through my hair. We start to get dressed, arranging our clothes into their original position, with both of us silent. A lot of things are going through my head at the same time and I desperately want to know why she gave in all of a sudden. ¡°Why tonight? Why did you give in?¡± I ask, redoing my tie as I watch her. Robyn looks decent, with her hair in ce even though it looks like someone toyed with it. ¡°Since when did you be so sentimental?¡± She asks, surprising me with her question. ¡°This was fun, Dominique. Let¡¯s just pretend like it didn¡¯t happen because it¡¯s never going to happen again.¡± Robyn shes me a small smile as she walks away, leaving me dumbfounded. I¡¯m too awed by what just happened to chase after her. ¡°What the fuck just happened?¡± I mutter to myself. I have had sex with different women, some of them a one-night thing. None of them has ever told me to pretend like it didn¡¯t happen, it¡¯s always the other way around. I always have the upper hand. I always told them not to expect anything from me and that I was never going to fuck them again. They get mad, tell me the usual phrase, ¡°fuck you,¡± and then they storm out. Not like this. Robyn just beat me at my own game and I didn¡¯t even know it. She¡¯s left me standing here like an idiot, wondering what the fuck just happened? Forty Five ¡°Are you gonna exin to me why we¡¯re in your car smoking weed at around 8 pm or we¡¯re still gonna sit back and enjoy the smell of weed?¡± I ask, passing the joint to Monique who takes it and puts it in her mouth, taking long drags as she throws her head back and purrs the smoke through her nose and mouth. I don¡¯t smoke, nor does Monique but that doesn¡¯t mean I can¡¯t handle a few smoke down my lungs. I¡¯ve had a taste of weed and cigarettes in the past but I didn¡¯t make a habit of it. Since Monique and I became friends, I¡¯ve only seen her smoke thrice and during those times, she always made me smoke with her because she needed someone. Monique stress-smokes sometimes and right now as we sit in the front seat of her car with SZA sting from her stereo in a low volume, I have a feeling something has happened. Is it home? Monique barely talks about her family. The only thing I know about her family is that they live in New Jersey. Her dad¡¯s not in the picture. He got his best friend¡¯s 23-year-old daughter pregnant so he had to flee with the pregnant girl to God knows where, leaving Monique and her younger brother with their mom. Their mom became depressed and she started drinking to the point it became an addiction. Monique and her aunt, her mom¡¯s older sister, got her into Rehab before Monique left for New York leaving her brother behind. ¡°Come on, girl. Talk to me. What happened?¡± ¡°Dave dumped me.¡± Monique blurts out at once, flicking the butt of the joint in a stic cup inside the cup holder. Dave dumped her? What? ¡°I¡¯m sorry, you say what?¡± Monique chuckles sadly as she bites her bottom lip. ¡°That fucking cock piece of shit dumped me. Me!¡± I knew this was going to happen eventually, but not like this. My prediction was Monique was going to walk in on him with another woman and she¡¯s going to get angry and dump his ass. ¡°Why? Did he say why?¡± Monique exhales and tosses thest of the weed in the stic cup as she looks at me. Her corneas are red, even mine too. ¡°Last week, he was acting weird. I would call him and he wouldn¡¯t pick up. And when he does, he¡¯ll tell me that he¡¯ll call meter, that he¡¯s busy. And when I popped by his apartment without calling him, he would get angry, asking me why didn¡¯t I call him even though I¡¯d called him earlier and he didn¡¯t pick up. I knew things were going south, I just¡­ I didn¡¯t want to believe it. It was too soon. I wanted to break things off but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Today, I confronted him and he told me he needed space. He told me he didn¡¯t like that I was always around and I was calling too much. I barely called this idiot unless I wanted to check on him. And I¡¯m never around unless he wants me to, and all of a sudden, he needed space. I¡¯m a model, for crying out loud, I don¡¯t always get free time. I was so angry I asked him if he wanted us to break up and this motherfucker said yes.¡± ¡°Shit.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± Monique exhales and runs both her hands over her curls. ¡°And to think I was beginning to like the idiot,¡± she scoffs. I stay quiet, trying to digest everything Monique just told me. So, we¡¯re in her car stress-smoking weed because she¡¯s angry Dave dumped her. Dave, of all people. ¡°Aren¡¯t you gonna tell me, ¡®I told you so,¡¯? I¡¯m surprised you haven¡¯t said it yet.¡± Monique pulls her legs to her chest as she leans against the car door with her back. ¡°Oh, I was gonna wait until you¡¯re done narrating everything.¡± Monique scoffs and smiles. ¡°You¡¯re a bitch.¡± I smile at her. ¡°I told you so. I told you he was no good. Also, you¡¯re better off not dating Dave.¡± ¡°Yeah. I just don¡¯t get why it hurts though. Maybe because I was starting to think we were getting serious and I may have liked him more than the guys I dated before him.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. You and I know Dave is way below your league. He doesn¡¯t deserve you. And you and I know he¡¯s never gonna meet someone better.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Is that why we¡¯re stress smoking? Because of Dave.¡± Moniqueughs and swats my arm. ¡°Fuck you, Robyn.¡± ¡°Seriously? I thought something happened at home.¡± Monique¡¯s smile falters as she avoids my gaze. ¡°Nothing happened at home. I haven¡¯t even called in months.¡± ¡°How about your brother?¡± ¡°I call him every chance I get,¡± she exhales. ¡°He¡¯s doing okay. He¡¯s in college now. I think he¡¯s a junior. I¡¯m happy for him.¡± I smile at Monique sympathetically. ¡°Enough of the pity party. Let¡¯s hit the club tonight. It¡¯s Friday, we should do something fun.¡± ¡°Yeah. And you¡¯re gonna look your best because we¡¯re gonna get you a new man and you are forgetting about Dave.¡± ¡°You and I know you suck at matchmaking.¡± Monique giggles. ¡°Also, I don¡¯t need another man to get Dave out of my head. I was never in love with him. Give me two days and I won¡¯t even remember I used to go out with someone called Dave. He¡¯s already past tense to me.¡± ¡°I like the sound of that. I¡¯mma hit Tiwa up, see if she wants to join us.¡± I pick up my phone from the dashboard as I unlock the device. Surprisingly, there¡¯s a text message from Tiwa asking me if we want to get hammered tonight and party. I smile and type a reply. To Tiwa; Sure. Monique is nursing a heartbreak. She wants to hit a club. ¡°Which club are we hitting?¡± I asked Monique, with my focus on my phone. Tiwa is typing. ¡°Club Rogue.¡± I look up at once, locking eyes with Monique who¡¯s grinning at me. ¡°You¡¯re kidding.¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not.¡± ¡°Leonardo Gray owns that club. Why would you wanna go there? There¡¯s a probability he will be there.¡± Monique rolls her eyes. ¡°Grow a pair of tits, Robyn. It¡¯s been a month already, I still don¡¯t get why you¡¯re avoiding him. It¡¯s called a one-night stand for a reason, I just don¡¯t get why you¡¯re avoiding him.¡± ¡°Avoiding? Dominique and I haven¡¯t crossed paths ever since that night. Now tell me, how¡¯s that avoiding?¡± ¡°Great. Then we¡¯re going to Club Rogue tonight. I¡¯m the one heartbroken, I¡¯m the one who gets to choose the club.¡± ¡°I hate you.¡± ¡°I hate you too.¡± Monique smiles at me as I roll my eyes. One month ago, I had one of the best sex of my life in a hallway with the one man I never thought I¡¯d give in to. One month ago, I gave in to my desires and I didn¡¯t regret it. I woke up the following morning with his marks all over my body, reminding me of the things we did to each other the previous nights. I didn¡¯t want to believe it, but the marks were there to remind me it did happen. Throughout the following day, I could feel his lips on mine and his mouth between my legs.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. And ever since that night that I walked away, I haven¡¯t seen Dominique Gray and he hadn¡¯t contacted me either. Was I disappointed? I don¡¯t know. All I know is that I¡¯ve spent thisst month reliving that night over and over again. I don¡¯t know what¡¯s happening to me. The man has seeded in nting himself in my brain and I think about him, his fingers, his hands, his body, and everything that concerns him every chance I get. It¡¯s been a month, I should have forgotten about him and that night, but for some reason, I can¡¯t. I¡¯ve tried. Trust me, I¡¯ve tried, but the harder I push the thought of Dominique to the back of my head, the more he finds his way into my brain and my dreams. It was supposed to be a one-night thing, so why can¡¯t I forget about him and the pleasure he gave me that night? His ocean-blue eyes taunt my dreams and I find myself thinking about the strange emotions I feel when he¡¯s close to me. His presence alone shuts down my brain and I have no control over my own body. Like that night, I wasn¡¯t thinking when I let him pin me against the wall of a barely lit hallway. And I¡¯m happy I finally gave in to my desires. A part of me is disappointed he didn¡¯t bother to reach out and the other part of me is happy he didn¡¯t reach out. It¡¯s for the best, I always tell myself. ¡°You¡¯re thinking about him, aren¡¯t you?¡± I yfully re at Monique underneath my eyshes as I type a message to Tiwa. To Tiwa; We are going to Club Rogue. Meet us at the apartment and we¡¯ll leave together. ¡°Does it matter?¡± I look up from my phone after clicking send. ¡°It does. You like him.¡± Monique grins at me and I re at her. ¡°I don¡¯t. I guess I haven¡¯t had that much pleasure from a one-night stand before, so it¡¯s messing with my head.¡± ¡°No, Robyn, you like him, and you¡¯re afraid the feeling is unrequited because he¡¯s Dominique Gray and thest thing he wants is attachment.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not attached.¡± ¡°I know. But you¡¯ve been thinking about him every chance you get and you keep thinking back to that night. He did you good, didn¡¯t he?¡± I¡¯m not good at discussing my sexual life with anyone, including Monique. When I walked away from Dominique that night and looked for Monique, she knew something had happened because I wasn¡¯t wearing my mask and anyone who saw me before I followed Dominique to that hallway could tell I was looking freshly fucked. I didn¡¯t tell her anything until we were back at the apartment and I opened up to her that I hooked up with Dominique. She screamed in delight and smiled as she asked for details. I didn¡¯t give her any details, I only told her what she needed to hear. I told Noah and Tiwa a few dayster because they suspected something was up with me and they wouldn¡¯t shut up about Dominique and how they think we looked good together. And also. I forgot my panties with Dominique when I walked out on him. Making it the second pair that¡¯s with him. ¡°I don¡¯t want to talk about Dominique Gray, Mo. Get your ass out of this car and let¡¯s get inside. We¡¯re not gonna prepare to hit a nightclub while in your car and you know that.¡± Monique rolls her eyes as she turns around in her seat so that she¡¯s facing the windshield. She unlocks the driver¡¯s door and I unlock the passenger¡¯s door as we step out of the car together. ¡°Mo?¡± Monique turns to look at me, grinning. ¡°What kind of dumbass nickname is that?¡± ¡°Whatever. I thought it sounded nice.¡± ¡°No, it doesn¡¯t. That¡¯s the whitest shit I¡¯ve ever heard.¡± I chuckle and shake my head at my friend. ¡°Have you ever wondered if Dominique always thinks about that night too?¡± Monique asks as we ride the elevator to our floor. ¡°Seriously? I¡¯m not gonna answer that.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± She asks as sheughs. ¡°I bet he thinks about that night too. You¡¯re hot, and you were not an easy nut to crack. You are not a woman that can be easily forgotten.¡± With Dominique Gray, you don¡¯t know what is what again. ¡°I once hooked up with this guy a few months ago. It was a one-night thing actually but it took me weeks to get him out of my head for good. That was how good he was. So it¡¯s not really that big of a deal if you can¡¯t get Dominique out of your head after that hot night between you two. He¡¯s hot and he made you feel good.¡± ¡°Can we drop it?¡± ¡°Yeah, whatever. You¡¯re no fun,¡± The elevator stops and we get out on our floor. I see Tyler stepping out of his apartment as we lock eyes. I give him a warm smile and a nod of acknowledgment. ¡°Hey, Tyler,¡± Monique says to him. ¡°Hello, Monique.¡± Tyler smiles at Monique. ¡°Looking good, Robyn.¡± ¡°Thanks,¡± I mutter as Tyler walks past us. Monique and I step into our apartment and shut the door. ¡°I¡¯m gonna go shower and get ready. You should do the same.¡± ¡°Sure,¡± Monique says as we walk toward the hallway together and disappear into our separate rooms. Forty Six Club Rogue is particrly packed tonight. It¡¯s Saturday and we¡¯re not the only ones who want to get down and dirty tonight. Monique is looking explicitly beautiful tonight. She¡¯s wearing a simple purple dress with a halter neck that drops at her mid-thigh, just past her butt, paired with knee-length white boots. Her curly hair is perfectly styled to look fuller and her ears are adorned with silver hoop earrings and a silver heart ne. I, on the other hand, am wearing a ck, short leather skirt, and a zebra stripe tube top, paired with white knee-length boots. I didn¡¯t bother with earrings tonight, but my neck is covered in a single customized ne that says Robyn. I was willing to leave the house wearing baggy jeans and a T-shirt, but Monique and Tiwa pushed me back into my room and made me wear this. Tiwa looks beautiful as well, dressed in a strapless, denim short dress and four-inch white heels with straps that are perfectly tied around her legs. She¡¯s changed her hairstyle to long braids that are wrapped around in a bun on top of her head and two braided hair falling on either side of her face. ¡°This ce sure looks lit,¡± Tiwa says above the music as we find a circr booth to sit down. Pop music is sting from the DJ stand as I turn to look at the packed dance floor. I can still remember the memory of what happened the night I came here with Monique. The night I got drunk and woke up in Dominique¡¯s guest bedroom. I blink away the memory as Tiwa asks, ¡°What are you guys getting?¡± ¡°Chocte margarita. On the rocks.¡± Monique says. ¡°What are you getting, Tiwa?¡± I ask. ¡°Tequ shots.¡± ¡°Great. I¡¯ll be back. Let me go order our drinks.¡± I stand up and walk towards the bar. As usual, the bar is equally packed and I squeeze myself in between two women who are drinking at the bar. I wave at the tattooed bartender fromst time. He smiles when he sees me as he walks toward me. ¡°It¡¯s you again.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± I give him a small smile, as I stare into his green eyes. Wow, he¡¯s really good-looking. ¡°What would you like?¡± ¡°Five tequ shots, three chocte margaritas on the rocks, and three martinis, please. Also on the rocks.¡± He nods. ¡°Anything else?¡± He raises an eyebrow as he asks. ¡°No. And could you please send someone to bring it to our table?¡± I point toward our table where Monique and Tiwa are talking andughing. ¡°Sure.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± With a small smile toward the bartender, I walk toward a table. ¡°Okay. Our drinks should be here any minute.¡± I say and nt myself on my seat. ¡°What are you guys talking about?¡± ¡°We¡¯re just gossiping about the couple over there,¡± Tiwa says, tilting her head toward a couch at the corner of the bar where a man and a girl are sitting. The man is trying to get her in bed obviously and from the looks of it, he¡¯s seeded once, and now he wants a taste of her again. I roll my eyes and look away from the scene. ¡°So why were you craving a drink tonight?¡± Monique asks Tiwa. ¡°Boy problems?¡± ¡°Sort of,¡± she exhales. ¡°My baby daddy called me earlier today. It was crazy.¡± ¡°L¡¯s dad called?¡± I ask. ¡°Yeah. After eight years.¡± ¡°Why, if I may ask? I thought you said he didn¡¯t know you kept the child.¡± I say. ¡°Unfortunately, he does know. And he wants to meet her. After eight years. God, men are just dicks.¡± Tiwa scoffs. ¡°You¡¯re telling me?¡± Monique scoffs. ¡°Enough about men. I don¡¯t want to talk about Daniel. What happened with Dave? Did you finally dump him?¡± Tiwa asks. ¡°What?¡± Monique asks. ¡°Girl, I met the guy once and I knew he was not good for you,¡± Tiwa says. ¡°And everyone noticed this but me. Fucking hell.¡± Monique exhales. ¡°We¡¯re done. He¡¯s a pile of shit and I¡¯m getting over him tonight.¡± ¡°You should,¡± I say. A waitress stops by our table with our drinks as she sets them on the table. Monique hands her her credit card as the waitress takes it and walks away. ¡°God, I can¡¯t wait to get buzzed,¡± Monique says as she grabs her margarita and takes several long sips. ¡°I guess we¡¯re Uber pooling tonight,¡± I mutter as I grab my drink and bring it to my lips. ¡°Yeah. I wanna get really drunk tonight.¡± Monique says as she empties the first ss of margarita and she sets the empty ss on the table. Tiwa is on her third shot, scrunching her face as the alcohol hits her throat. ¡°God, I can never get used to the taste,¡± Tiwa says and I grin. ¡°Wow, look who it is. Robyn Denver.¡± A familiar voice says as we turn toward the source of the voice. Leonardo Gray stands in between Monique and me as he smiles at me. He looks good, like thest two times I¡¯ve met him. He¡¯s wearing a ck dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms and matching ck pants. His radiant blue eyes are charming as he looks at me. ¡°Hello, Leo,¡± I say. ¡°Hey. You look beautiful as always. I guess I see why Dom can¡¯t get you out of his head.¡± He says, still wearing a flirtatious smirk as he turns to look at Monique who¡¯s awestruck at the attractive man in front of her. ¡°Monique. God, you look breathtaking, better than I remember.¡± Leo¡¯s voicees out as a whisper, his voice deep and sexy. ¡°Don¡¯t tter yourself, Leo.¡± Her voicees out in a whisper as they stare into each other¡¯s eyes. Oh, for fuck¡¯s sake. Get a room. Tiwa turns to look at me, tilting her head at the two love birds and I shrug, smiling as I raise my ss of martini to my lips. Finally, Leo peels his eyes off of my friend as he looks at Tiwa, a big smile on his lips. ¡°And who¡¯s your beautiful friend, Robyn?¡± Leo asks, eyes fixed on Tiwa. ¡°Hi. I¡¯m Tiwa.¡± Tiwa stretches her hand toward Leo and he takes it. ¡°Tiwa? Nigerian?¡± Leo asks, his hand gripping Tiwa¡¯s in a warm handshake. ¡°Yup,¡± Tiwa says, shing Leo a small smile.Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. ¡°It¡¯s nice to meet you,¡± Leo says to her and drops her hand. Slowly he turns to look at me as he says, ¡°You just missed Dom. He left not too long ago.¡± I give him a look that simply says I don¡¯t give a shit. Leo smiles, like he doesn¡¯t believe me as he turns to look at Monique. ¡°Do you wanna dance?¡± Leo asks Monique. ¡°Yeah.¡± She answers breathlessly as she takes his hand and stands up. ¡°Have fun,¡± I say to Monique with a big smile on my face. Leo leans down to whisper in my ear. ¡°Dom¡¯s got it bad for you, Robyn. Ever since that night, he wouldn¡¯t shut up about you. That¡¯s how much he wants you.¡± Leo stands upright as he turns to Tiwa. ¡°It was nice meeting you, Tiwa.¡± ¡°Likewise,¡± Tiwa says. ¡°I¡¯ll see you around, Robyn.¡± Leo winks at me as he leaves with Monique. I¡¯m too distracted to respond because my brain is suddenly in flight mode at Leo¡¯s confession. Dominique was here and if we were a little earlier, I would have stumbled upon him. I don¡¯t think I¡¯m ready to see the man who did things to me in that hallway that I can¡¯t get out of my head no matter how hard I try. And ording to Leo, he¡¯s been thinking about me as much as I¡¯ve been thinking about him. Does it even matter? Why do I care if I left him craving for more even though that was my n in the first ce? What we had was a one-night thing and it¡¯s not going to happen again. ¡°You good?¡± Tiwa asks. ¡°You wanna go dancing?¡± I ask. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Great!¡± I stand up as I grab my second ss of Martini and gulp the entirety of the drink in one go. I feel lightheaded as I m the ss on the table. Tiwa drinks two shots at once as she drags me to the dance floor. I can¡¯t feel a thing. I¡¯m tipsy already and the only thing I can hear in my head as I dance with Tiwa is Leo¡¯s confession. I¡¯m a good dancer and with alcohol in my system, I¡¯m better. I sway to the music sting loudly from the stereo as I rub up against a stranger. I barely can make out his features and also because I don¡¯t care. I just want to have fun and push Dominique Gray to the back of my head. The stranger rubs up against me, with his arms around me as we dance to the music. Tiwa is also dancing with a stranger, her arms are around the guy¡¯s shoulders and his arms are around her waist. With my eyes closed, I let the music take control. Suddenly, there¡¯s a shift in the atmosphere around me. I feel a strong muscr body pressed against me from behind and it¡¯s not the stranger I was dancing with earlier. I turn around at once, nearly knocking my head against this person as Ie face to face with a pair of ocean-blue eyes that have been haunting my dreams this past month. Forty Seven My heart beats against my chest rapidly at the sight before me. It¡¯s him. Dominique fucking Gray in the flesh. I haven¡¯t seen this man in a month and God knows I didn¡¯t prepare to meet him today so I don¡¯t know how I¡¯m supposed to react. He¡¯s breathtakingly gorgeous just like every other day that I¡¯ve known him and he smells really good. And just like that the memory of that nightes flooding through my brain like a loose cannon and there¡¯s a familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. How badly am I attracted to him? Too bad, if I may say. His arms are around my waist, right on the curve of my back as he looks into my eyes. I¡¯m too awed by his presence to form any speech. Leo says he¡¯s left, then what¡¯s he doing here? Looking so fucking attractive. His presence alone is sucking the oxygen out of me and I can¡¯t seem to breathe. Suddenly, I stagger backward, ¡°What the fuck, Dominique?¡± ¡°Can we talk?¡± ¡°Talk?¡± I chuckle tiredly, as I lick my bottom lip. ¡°Why do we need to talk?¡± I say. Dominique looks around the club as he puts his hand around my arm and starts to drag me out of the dance floor to God knows where. ¡°What the fuck is wrong with you?¡± I scream at this arrogant man but he doesn¡¯t hear a word I say because he doesn¡¯t care. Dominique pushes a door open and we stumble out into the open. I look around and we¡¯re in the back alleyway. It¡¯s barely lit just like the hallway at his charity g. I¡¯m getting excited in my stomach just thinking about that night. I angrily push Dominique and he barely budges as he stares at me with amusement in his eyes. ¡°Are you fucking crazy?¡± I yell at him as I take a step back, feeling exasperated and breathless. ¡°Why the hell did you drag me out like that?!¡± ¡°Why were you rubbing up against some random stranger?¡± What? ¡°He¡¯s got his hands all over you and you seem to be enjoying it.¡± I must be high on drugs right now because I don¡¯t want to believe Dominique is jealous. ¡°This is a joke, right?¡± I ask. The look in his eyes says otherwise. ¡°Is that why you brought me out here? Because you didn¡¯t like that I was having fun with a man that isn¡¯t you? You¡¯re not my boyfriend, Dominique.¡± I¡¯m trying not to yell, but failing. Dominique takes one confident stride as he backs me up against the wall in the alley. His eyes are dark, lidded with lust as he cages me in between his arms. With his right hand above my head on the wall, Dominique lowers his head to my neck as he runs his fingers up my ribs. Through my tube top, I could feel the warmth of his fingers on my body as he pressed himself against me. ¡°You don¡¯t know what you¡¯re doing to me, Robyn. No one gets to look at you but me. No one gets to touch you or feel you, but me.¡± He whispers every word into my ear as his lips graze the skin of my neck, shutting down my brain. God, how can he make me mad and make me want him at the same time? ¡°You don¡¯t get to tell me what to do all because you and I had a little fun,¡± I say as I push him off of me. Dominique is taken off guard as he stares at me, eyes glinting with surprise. ¡°Are you gonna calm down?¡± ¡°No. Because you have no right to walk into my life after a month, Dominique, and try to dictate my life for me.¡± He¡¯s quiet as he stares at me. I lick my bottom lip and look away from him before I do something stupid. Tonight, he looks nothing like the billionaire in a sharp suit who fucked me against the wall of a dimly lit hallway. Tonight, he¡¯s dressed casually, ck jeans, a ck T-shirt, a gray colored jacket, and ck boots. He looks sexy, like your regr bad boy. His hair looks a little tousled. I think his newest conquest for tonight ran her manicured fingers over his strands frequently. And the thought alone makes me want to retch. ¡°What are you doing here? Leo said you left.¡± I say, crossing my arms over my chest. ¡°And by the looks of it, you didn¡¯t leave alone. I can smell her all over you.¡± Okay, that didn¡¯te out right. It sounded better in my head. Fuck. Now he thinks I¡¯m jealous because he was with another woman. God, I¡¯m pathetic. Dominique exhales as he takes a step forward. ¡°Leo texted me. He said you were here. I had toe back. I wanted to see you,¡± he says. ¡°Of course. Always gonna be his brother¡¯s keeper.¡± I mutter, rolling my eyes. ¡°And just to be clear, I don¡¯t care if you hooked up with someone tonight.¡± Fuck, I sound more pathetic. I should stop talking. Dominique smirks as he licks his bottom lip. ¡°She means nothing to me, Robyn.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t care.¡± Slowly, Dominique brings his gaze down my body, taking in the little details of my body as something shes through his eyes. He licks his bottom lip and runs his fingers through his hair as he locks eyes with me. My stomach flutters at his intense gaze and I feel naked all of a sudden. I can still hear the dirty words he whispered into my ear. And how he cursed in Italian as he pummeled me against the wall. Shit. What¡¯s he doing to me? Why am I even thinking about that night?Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. Dominique is yet to touch me and yet he¡¯s seeded in igniting different kinds of emotions out of me. And as much as I hate to admit to myself, he¡¯s turned my world upside down, making me question my principles. ¡°What am I doing here with you, Dominique? In an alleyway?¡± He takes another intimidating step, and right now, we¡¯re so close I can smell a whiff of his expensive cologne and a mixture of a woman¡¯s perfume and cigarettes. I¡¯m betting she was all over him tonight. ¡°I needed to see you.¡± ¡°Well, you¡¯ve seen me. Goodbye.¡± I proceed to weave past him, but Dominique wraps his strong, muscr arm around my body and pulls me back, mming my back against the wall behind me. I¡¯m breathless all of a sudden. If my heart was beating fast the first time, now it¡¯s drumming, especially since he¡¯s standing so close to me. His left hand is above my head on the wall, the other on my waist as he presses his body against mine. Oh, shit. This isn¡¯t supposed to be happening. I¡¯m not supposed to be reacting to his wicked touches. As much as I want to push him away, and tell him to go to hell, my body refuses to obey my brain. ¡°Did you ever think about that night? The night I had you up against the wall in that hallway and I buried myself inside you?¡± ¡°What?¡± I scoff. ¡°We had one night together and all of a sudden you¡¯re in love with me?¡± I ask him, my eyebrows raised as I look him in the eye. ¡°Get over yourself, Dominique. It was just sex and like I pointed out that very night, it¡¯s not gonna happen again.¡± He smirks at me, obviously not believing the words that I just spewed out as he asks, ¡°Are you sure about that?¡± His words are a whisper, setting my brain in overdrive as he slowly starts to trail his palm up my thigh. His palm is warm against my skin as he brushes upward on my thigh through the hem of my skirt. ¡°Tell me you don¡¯t feel that,¡± he whispers into my ear as his fingers brush over the curve of my ass through myce panties. ¡°Look at you. So fucking responsive.¡± His hand gropes my ass in a firm grip and the little self-control I have left is threatening to slip away. ¡°Tell me you don¡¯t think about that night every chance you get. With my cock buried inside you and your little whispers as you beg me to fuck you hard and fast.¡± I don¡¯t respond, instead, I squirm against his hold, my body betraying me. ¡°I can still taste you on my tongue, Robyn. I told myself I needed to have you, even if it¡¯s for a night, but I can¡¯t seem to get you out of my head no matter how hard I try.¡± ¡°Too bad, because I barely think about that night,¡± I say, apuding myself in my head for keeping up my devil-may-care attitude. Dominique smirks as he looks me in the eye, his gaze arousing a familiar tightness in the pit of my stomach as frustration starts to build up in the most sensitive part of my body. The glint in his eyes is obvious. He doesn¡¯t believe me. ¡°Is that so?¡± He leans down to whisper into my ear, his fingers dangerously inching toward the part of me that desperately craves release at this point. ¡°I don¡¯t think so. Because I can smell your arousal and I¡¯m yet to even touch you.¡± Slowly, Dominique brushes a single finger along my opening through the thince panties I¡¯m wearing and I bite down on my tongue to stop me from moaning. ¡°You¡¯re so fucking wet, Robyn. Tell me you don¡¯t think about that night. Me on my knees and my face buried in between your legs as I eat your slick, wet pussy,¡± he growls into my ear as he continues to torture me. ¡°Tell me you don¡¯t think about my cock inside you as you cum on my dick.¡± Oh, fuck him. Why am I letting him touch me even after I told myself what happened between us is never going to happen again? He¡¯s not stupid. He knows I¡¯ve thought about that night every chance I get. What I don¡¯t need right now is to give him an idea I want him again. So I did what I should have done before he slipped his hand inside my skirt. I push him away, hard, and he staggers backward. ¡°Ah!¡± He chuckles wickedly as he looks at me. ¡°d I still have an effect on you.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have shit,¡± I tell him, ring at him from underneath my eyshes as I stand upright to arrange my skirt. ¡°Whatever happened in that hallway between us is not gonna happen again. I¡¯ve given you what you¡¯ve always wanted. One night. Why are you still all over me?¡± ¡°It turns out one night with you is not enough to get you out of my head.¡± He says, his voice smooth and deep, and I hate that it ignites a fire inside of me. ¡°I want you, Robyn.¡± ¡°Too bad because there¡¯s not going to be a repeat performance between you and me.¡± I sh him a smirk as I proceed to walk past him but Dominique grabs my arm, just like I predicted. I twist my arm out of his hold and push him away from me. ¡°Go to hell, Gray.¡± With a satisfied smirk, I pull the door open and step inside the club. Forty Eight You know that moment in your life when you wished you¡¯d quit your job and do something else with your life? Well, this is that moment for me. As I park my car, I wish this is a bad dream and maybe I¡¯ll wake up sooner thanter, but it¡¯s not a dream. This is really happening. I¡¯m in Dominique Gray¡¯s house and I¡¯m here to administer him treatment. Monday has never been my day. Mondays are one of the worst days in the week and I despise Mondays. I was doing my work today, attending to patients assigned to me when I got a call that the president of St. Jose wanted to see me. On getting there, I was told Dominique Gray, the hospital¡¯s stockholder and ¡°New York¡¯s finest¡± was ill and needed treatment in his home and he ¡°specifically¡± wanted me toe over and administer his treatment. He could have gotten anyone, a registered nurse, a doctor, anyone at all, but yet he wanted me to be the one. I wanted to argue and tell my superior I couldn¡¯t do it, but I didn¡¯t because I knew it wouldn¡¯t help plead my case. So here I am, thinking to myself if I¡¯m ready to face the one man who¡¯s swept me off my feet and kept me on edge even though I¡¯ll never admit that to anyone or myself. After our encounter at his brother¡¯s club, which was two days ago, I had gone back inside, only to find out my friends were nowhere to be found. I wanted to linger around the club in hopes my friends woulde back but then I saw Dominique again, watching me from the VIPs and I knew I had to get out of there. And the thought of meeting him today makes my stomach flutter. I shut down my car and grab my work bag from the passenger seat and get down, shutting the door behind me. I nce around thepound, marveling at how simple it looks but also luxurious at the same time. The only cheap thing in this ce is my car. It looks so out of ce sitting in the driveway. ¡°Ma¡¯am.¡± A voice says and I spin around,ing face to face with Helen, Dominique¡¯s househelp. ¡°Hi.¡± I smile at the petite woman as I approach her. She¡¯s standing on the front steps with her hands behind her back as she gives me a polite smile.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. ¡°Right this way, please. Mr. Gray is expecting you.¡± Of course. I follow her in, pushing open the double doors as we enter the foyer. Thest time I was here, you know, the night I got drunk and Dominique brought me here, I didn¡¯t take a look around. The only thing on my head that day was me getting out of there and going home to wallow in embarrassment. But looking around and taking in every detail, I¡¯m awed by how beautiful this house is. The furniture, the paint job, the arts, everything in here is beautiful and luxurious. There¡¯s not a single dirt on the floor or the furniture. Helen leads me down a hallway and stops outside a door. She steps aside and gestures for me to go inside. ¡°Thank you,¡± Helen nods and turns to walk away. I watch her disappear down the corner of the hallway and I look away to stare at the tall, veneered oak door. Why the fuck is my heart beating so fast? God, I sound like I¡¯m eighteen again, hooked on this athlete who¡¯s the hottest boy in school. Fuck my life. I twist the doorknob and push the door open. As I close the door behind me, I take in the details of my environment. I¡¯m in his lounge. I remember because Leo brought me here the day I woke up in this house. This lounge is almost twice the size of my living room-wide and very spacious-and Dominique is nowhere to be found. I drop my work bag on the couch and walk toward the ten-foot-tall transparent wall at the end of this room as I stare at the clear blue swimming pool. ¡°Wow,¡± I mutter under my breath. There¡¯s a movement from the corner of my eyes as I turn around at once. There¡¯s a makeshift office at the corner of the room, and a transparent wall that views the inside of the office. A bunch of files are scattered all over the desk, and an Appleputer is sitting on the desk. Dominique stands up from behind the wide mahogany desk as he walks toward the transparent wall. He ttens his palm on a surface at the corner of the wall that isn¡¯t transparent and the transparent wall or door slides open. I take a step back, my eyes trained on him as he steps outside of the office. We locked eyes for a long minute, maybe it wasn¡¯t up to a minute but it was the longest minute of my life as my heart beat dangerously fast against my chest. Suddenly, the air is too thick as the sexual tension between us surrounds the air we breathe. I bring my eyes down his body, shamelessly checking him out. He¡¯s dressed in a ck dress shirt, with the two top buttons unbuttoned, giving a clear view of his pec tattoos. The sleeves are folded to his forearms, showing off his colorful full-sleeve tattoos that end on his wrist. His bottom half is covered in ck cks, with the dress shirt tucked in. God, he looks dangerously attractive and it¡¯s taking more than my self-control not to jump this man right at this spot. Dominique smirks, like he can read my thoughts as he checks me out too. I¡¯m wearing a navy blue sleeveless dress with a split at the back. My hair is in a ponytail and my feet are covered in ck pumps and I look nothingpared to this attractive man in my presence. ¡°You don¡¯t look sick,¡± I say, looking away from him as I walk back to where I dropped my work bag. I can feel his eyes on my body as I go. ¡°And why exactly did you ask for me specifically? You don¡¯t think that would raise suspicions? I¡¯m not even a registered nurse yet.¡± I say and stop on my track as I turn around, running into a strong body that reeks of heavenly masculinity. I take one step back at once and give him a knowing re. ¡°What am I doing here exactly? Because you don¡¯t look sick to me.¡± Dominique exhales and runs his fingers through his hair. ¡°I wanted to see you.¡± ¡°Oh, my God.¡± I scoff and nce around the lounge before shifting my gaze to Dominique. ¡°Are you kidding me? You brought me here because you wanted to see me?¡± Dominique takes one step forward and I take one backward, putting my palm up as I re at him to note any closer. ¡°You¡¯re out of your mind, you know that?¡± ¡°I wanted to show up at your apartment, but that would have been creepy.¡± ¡°And you think this isn¡¯t creepy? What is your problem?¡± ¡°Maybe you¡¯re right. You¡¯ve been in my head ever since that night and I can¡¯t seem to get you out. Now, whose fault is that?¡± He¡¯s crazy. Because he¡¯s not making any sense at all. ¡°Dominique, it¡¯s called a one-night stand for a reason. And knowing the type of man you are, you¡¯ve had hundreds of those. Why¡¯s this any different?¡± ¡°Because you¡¯re different.¡± ¡°Bullshit.¡± Dominique bites his bottom lip and takes another step forward, this time I don¡¯t move back and that¡¯s because I can feel the couch behind me, rubbing against the back of my legs. He¡¯s close now, too close, I can feel the warmth emanating from his body. ¡°Look, I wasn¡¯t joking when I said there won¡¯t be a repeat. If I wanted a repeat of what happened between us, I would have reached out, Dominique.¡± Dominique smirks as he mutters, ¡°Ouch. That hurts, Robyn.¡± ¡°Yeah. Truth hurts. I¡¯m gonna grab my things and I¡¯m gonna leave.¡± I say, and before I can turn around to grab my stuff, Dominique puts his arms around me, putting a stop to my escape. I try to push him off of me but he won¡¯t budge. ¡°Will you calm down?¡± He asks, his blue eyes flooding with emotions as he looks down at me. I look away from his eyes, hating every nerve in my body for reacting to his arms around my body. ¡°I¡¯m gonna let you go, promise me you won¡¯t bolt out of here.¡± ¡°Whatever.¡± Slowly, he pulls away and I miss the warmth of his body all of a sudden. Dominique takes a step back as he runs his fingers through his hair, feeling agitated. ¡°What the fuck, Robyn?¡± Dominique asks as he looks at me. ¡°Why are you so stubborn? Trust me, as much as I find your stubbornness fucking sexy, you just gotta stop. You and I know you want me as much as I want you.¡± I bite my tongue to stop myself from giving him aeback as I stare at him. ¡°So what do you want me to do? Pretend like nothing is going on between us? Like there¡¯s no attraction between us.¡± ¡°There¡¯s nothing going on between us.¡± I grit out, the lie tasting sour on my tongue. ¡°Yeah? And yet you melt under my touch,¡± he whispers as he takes one dominant stride toward me. ¡°Tell me you don¡¯t think about me every night as you touch yourself?¡± His voice is an octave lower, pulling each of my strings as he waits for me to break under his gaze. He takes one final step, crowding my space as he looks me in the eye, his intense gaze burning my skin and setting my entire body on fire. I don¡¯t know when my breathing be shallow. My mouth is slightly open as I bite the bottom of my lip. How dare he do this to me? How dare he drive me over the edge with just his words and his touch? ¡°Tell me you haven¡¯t thought about that night? How long are you gonna continue lying to yourself that you don¡¯t want me? You and I know you want me. You want me to pin you against the wall and fuck you against it while I watch youe on my dick for the second time.¡± His filthy words leave my mouth dry and my brain goes into an overdrive. My hands are mmy as I curl my toes in my shoes. I can hear the fast beating of my heart in my ears and I can feel the wetness in between my legs, soaking up my panties. This is messed up. How can I let his words affect me this much? Dominique lowers his head, his eyes locked on mine as he runs the back of his knuckles up the length of my arm. ¡°Tell me you don¡¯t feel that,¡± he whispers against my mouth, his breath warm. Slowly, he brings his right hand to the hem of my dress as he slips it into my dress. His palm is warm against my skin and my breathing shallow. His touch is like fire, burning my soul as he brushes his fingers up my thigh. My eyes flutter shut as a whimper escapes my lips. ¡°Tell me you don¡¯t feel that and I¡¯m gonna stop. I can feel how wet you are and I haven¡¯t even touched you yet.¡± He groans, his lips brushing against mine as he leaves a trail of butterfly kisses from the corner of my mouth down to my neck. ¡°God, you¡¯re beautiful.¡± Dominique removes his hand from inside my dress as he brushes it up my side, and up to the side of my breast. ¡°I want you, Robyn. Every part of you. And holding back because you don¡¯t want to give in will only make me chase you harder.¡± And then he pulls away, leaving me empty and craving for his hand on my body. I slowly peel my eyes open to lock eyes with his blue eyes. How can one man infuriate me and make me want him this much? ¡°You know, I don¡¯t get you. A month ago, you wanted me for a night and then I gave you what you¡¯ve always wanted. And now, what? You want me to admit to you that I want you again. Fine, Dominique. That night was one of the best nights of my life, I loved every bit of it. But that doesn¡¯t mean I want to make a habit out of it. As much as it felt good doesn¡¯t mean I¡¯m gonna be your little sex toy. I have something called self-respect.¡± ¡°You and I know you don¡¯t want a rtionship ormitment. The only thing you¡¯re willing tomit to is your job. I¡¯m not looking for a rtionship either, I¡¯m too focused on my shit. I want you, and obviously, you want me too, even though you¡¯re always gonna be in denial. Why can¡¯t we offer each other what we¡¯ve always wanted without any form ofmitment?¡± ¡°Friends with benefits.¡± I stare at him with wide eyes. ¡°We¡¯re not friends. And I don¡¯t want to be your friend. I want to be something more.¡± I chuckle slightly as I bite my bottom lip. I grab my work bag and turn to look at him. ¡°I¡¯m gonna go and pretend we didn¡¯t have this conversation. And also, the answer is no.¡± I sh him a small smile and head toward the door. ¡°Are you afraid you¡¯re gonna fall for me if you agree to a no-strings-attached rtionship?¡± I stop on my track and turn around to look at him. This must be a joke. ¡°I know what you¡¯re trying to do. You¡¯re trying to dare me so that I would agree to your proposition.¡± I stare at him and he matches my gaze, not for once backing down. ¡°Are you?¡± I chuckle slightly. ¡°Let¡¯s say I agree to this, which I¡¯m not saying I will. I¡¯m pretty sure you¡¯re gonna be the one who gets to fall first.¡± ¡°How so?¡± ¡°You and me, who¡¯s asking for a second chance to have a taste of me? It¡¯s obviously not me.¡± I whisper as I tilt my head to the side, smirking as I bite my bottom lip. Dominique is taken off guard as he smiles. ¡°I¡¯m gonna see you around, Dom.¡± I wink at him as I head toward the door. ¡°Robyn,¡± Dominique calls my name. ¡°Goodbye, Mr. Gray,¡± I call out, not bothering to look back as I open the door and m it close behind me. Forty Nine DOMINIQUE I¡¯m ruined. I knew she was going to ruin me when I had a taste of her, but not this soon. It¡¯s been more than a month since that unforgettable night and it felt like it was yesterday. I could still taste her on my tongue, I could still hear her cries and her moans, and I could still remember how she smelled that night. Delicate and beautiful and perfect. I¡¯ve had more than a hundred one-night stands with different beautiful women and it didn¡¯t take much work from me to forget them. A lot of them I didn¡¯t remember their names. But one night with Robyn, she¡¯s seeded in imprinting herself in my brain and no matter how hard I¡¯ve tried to get her out, I just can¡¯t. So, yes, I¡¯m ruined. She¡¯s an addiction to me and I crave her more than I¡¯d craved anything before her. Every fucking night I think about her, dream about her, and I¡¯ve thought about the several ways I need to have her. Again. The n was to have a taste of her once and then get her out of my system for good, but who was I kidding? I want Robyn more than I¡¯d care to admit and it¡¯s fucking with my head. What is she doing to me? Why is it so hard to get her out of my system? These past weeks after that unforgettable night, I¡¯ve been with a few women, women that look like Robyn based on physical appearance, in the hopes of forgetting her, but it didn¡¯t work and my dick knew what Robyn felt like. She was supposed to be a pretty little distraction, but one tasteter, she¡¯s be something more. And I still don¡¯t understand why. And now to make everything more difficult for me, Robyn has made it clear she didn¡¯t want a repeat of what happened between us even though her body said otherwise. Her level of self-control both turns me on and annoys me at the same time. I¡¯ve never met a woman I want to smother and fuck at the same time, that¡¯s how much Robyn drives me insane. I don¡¯t know what it is about her that makes her interesting but I¡¯m sure part of it is because she beat me at my own game. As much as I¡¯d hate to admit to myself, this little game between me and Robyn, I lost. I fucking lost. Because now I want her more than I wanted her the first time and that was never part of the n. I want her to be mine. I want to be the only one who gets to look at her, who gets to touch her, and who gets to have her. And as fucked up as it sounds, I want more than sex from Robyn. I want every part of her and I don¡¯t mind going an extra lengths to get what I want. ¡°Sir,¡± a voice calls as I stop on my track on my way to my office. I turn around to find my personal assistant standing by her desk with a small, unsure smile on her face. ¡°Yes, Heather.¡± I tilt my head at my personal assistant as she clears her throat. I¡¯m in a bad mood and part of the reason behind it is obviously Robyn and her stubbornness that¡¯s both sexy and infuriating. I offered her a deal we both would enjoy and she fucking turned me down. For the millionth time since I met her. ¡°Mr Grant called. He wants me to check in with you about your appointment with him tomorrow morning at 10: 00,¡± Heather says and I sigh. ¡°Tell him I would love to reschedule.¡± ¡°Okay, Sir. When, Sir?¡± ¡°Next Monday,¡± I say as I press my palm against the security lock to unlock my office door. I push it open as I stride into my office, with Heather behind me. I¡¯m just returning from my lunch break and what I need right now is a good fuck and a blow job. Anything to make me rx and forget about Robyn even if it¡¯s for a day. And It would make my entire world if that could be Robyn, kneeling in between my legs with my cock in her pretty little mouth, and her beautiful plump lips coated in a red lipstick. Fuck. ¡°Do you need anything, Heather?¡± I ask my assistant as I sit down on my leather chair behind therge mahogany desk as I lean into the seat, eyes fixed on Heather. ¡°No, Sir. Your sister called. She wanted me to remind you about your dinner reservation tonight, Sir.¡± I exhale and groan as I wave Heather off. ¡°Hold all my calls, tell them I¡¯m not around and they should drop you a message. I¡¯d like to be alone.¡± ¡°Sure thing, Sir. Would you like anything? A cup of coffee maybe?¡± ¡°It¡¯s 3 pm, Heather. Why the fuck would I need coffee?¡± ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, Sir.¡± She bends her knees and bows as she leaves my office, closing the door behind her. I swivel around in my seat to stare at the city below me through the floor-to-ceiling transparent wall. New York City looks so small from up here and like every other busy weekday, loud. I untie my Tom Ford tie and toss it on my desk. Unbuttoning my suit jacket, I stand up, gaze still fixed on the city below me as I shrug the jacket down my shoulders. I toss it on my leather chair and unbutton the first two top buttons on my dress shirt. ¡°Sir, Mr. Cavanaugh is here to see you.¡± Heather¡¯s voice calls from the inte. I exhale as I walk toward a button at the side of my desk as I push it. The door to my office pushes open and Oliver strides in, and mechanically the door shuts by itself. ¡°Hey-Damn, you look like shit.¡± ¡°Well, thank you very much,¡± I say as I slip my hand into my pants pockets. ¡°Something wrong? Is this about Robyn again?¡± Oliver asks, grinning up at me as he unbuttons his suit jacket before sitting down on the chair opposite mine and then he drops a file on my desk. ¡°Robyn again? What is that supposed to mean?¡± I ask Oliver as I re at him. He smiles. ¡°Well, not to anger you but you¡¯ve been acting all weird and shit these past weeks. It doesn¡¯t take a genius to figure out who¡¯s behind the sour attitude. She¡¯s got you good, hasn¡¯t she?¡± Oliver asks, a yful grin on his lips as he looks at me. I don¡¯t like to kiss and tell and the people closest to me know that. The night at the charity g, Leo came looking for me a few seconds after Robyn left. He said he saw her but she didn¡¯t see him and he knew something sexual and intense had happened between us. I didn¡¯t say a word to him but it didn¡¯t take a genius to figure out Robyn and I had sex that night. ¡°You know, talking about your feelings to your friends doesn¡¯t necessarily make you a pussy. It means you don¡¯t have to carry all that burden yourself. I¡¯ve known you all my life, Dom, and you still don¡¯t trust me enough to tell me what¡¯s up with you.¡± Oliver says. ¡°I don¡¯t have a burden. And you of all people should know how I feel about talking about my feelings.¡± ¡°Okay. How about you let me in on what¡¯s going on with Robyn?¡± Oliver says. ¡°I have a feeling this isn¡¯t going as much as you nned it.¡± ¡°Fuck, yeah, you¡¯re right.¡± I run my fingers through my hair. God, I need a drink and a cigarette. I don¡¯t like to smoke in my office even though I own the entire building. It has something to do with self-respect. Also, getting drunk at work is not a good look for your employees, the same thing goes for reeking of alcohol. I sit down on my chair as I stare at Oliver who¡¯s watching me closely. ¡°Like you said, she¡¯s got me good. Real fucking good and now I don¡¯t know what I will do if I can¡¯t have her.¡± ¡°Wow. What the fuck did she do to you?¡± Oliver is grinning at me as I re at him. ¡°And yet you wonder why I don¡¯t talk about my feelings. You¡¯re full of shit, Ollie.¡± ¡°Fuck, I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m just not used to seeing you talk about your feelings. Especially about a woman. Goddamn.¡± Oliver says and exhales. ¡°You think you have feelings for her?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. I just know I can¡¯t stop thinking about her no matter how hard I try. And then she turns me down and rejects me even though I¡¯m a hundred percent sure she wants me. I am way past my game, Ollie.¡± ¡°Shit. You really like her. Have you maybe asked her out?¡±N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. ¡°Robyn doesn¡¯t want a rtionship. She made that clear yesterday when I offered her a proposition.¡± ¡°What proposition?¡± ¡°A no-strings-attached rtionship.¡± Fifty DOMINIQUE ¡°What proposition?¡± ¡°A no-strings-attached rtionship.¡± ¡°Come on, Dom. Have you seen her? You of all people should know she would never agree to that. She¡¯s a one-man kind of woman. The type who would only agree to fuck you because she likes you, have feelings for you or loves you. Robyn doesn¡¯t seem to feel that way toward you.¡± Oliver says as he shifts in his seat. ¡°I¡¯ve seen her eyes, Ollie. She wants me.¡±Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. ¡°Maybe not the same way that you want her.¡± ¡°For fuck¡¯s sake. Sex used to be simple.¡± ¡°Yeah, well, then you met Robyn. Everything seems difficult and strange.¡± Oliver says. ¡°You should ask her out. Like a date. And maybe you should ask her what she really wants. She probably thinks you want to use her for sex and then get rid of her when the newest best thinges along.¡± I open my mouth to argue about Oliver¡¯s ims but instead, I mp my mouth shut. I¡¯ve never offered a no-strings-attached rtionship to any woman before. The women that I brought home, I don¡¯t let them spend the night, not even Sara Hudson. I¡¯ve always set my expectations straight when I meet someone new. We fuck and we go our separate ways, with no expectations or any sort ofmitment. And it always ends well. But I had Robyn against the wall one night and I want more from her. I want her in my bed, waking up to her every fucking morning with my bite marks all over her beautiful body and her finger marks on my back from pleasuring her. I don¡¯t want a rtionship where there¡¯smitment, because I¡¯m too invested in my head to even think about it. But I¡¯m willing to try a no-strings-attached rtionship with Robyn even though it¡¯s something I¡¯ve never done before. Anything to have her again, but this time in a more proper way. With our clothes scattered all over my bedroom and her in my T-shirt and nothing underneath it so that I can slide into her without any coverage whatsoever. Fuck. Do I really have feelings for her? ¡°Yes, Dom, you have feelings for her,¡± Oliver says as he smiles smugly at me. ¡°Did I fucking say that out loud?¡± ¡°Yup. But you¡¯ll be fine. It¡¯s just feelings, there¡¯s nothing wrong with that.¡± ¡°Yeah? Says the man who¡¯s never had them.¡± I raise my eyebrows as Oliver chuckles. ¡°Because I try not to get too invested,¡± Oliver says and shrugs. ¡°But it¡¯s understandable. Robyn is beautiful, sexy, and feisty. It¡¯s natural for men to fall for women like that. Women who challenge them. I try not to go after women like that, so I don¡¯t end up digging my own grave.¡± Oliver pushes the file he came in with toward me and I reach for it. ¡°Those are the coordinates from the casino. Business has been doing great.¡± Oliver says as I drop the file back on my desk. Oliver manages my Casinos in New York and Las Vegas and he¡¯s been doing a good job. ¡°I¡¯ll go through themter. I¡¯ve got dinner with my family.¡± ¡°Cami and Leo?¡± ¡°Yeah. For some reason, Cami is persistent about this dinner.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I¡¯m going to find out.¡± ¡°Sure. I¡¯m gonna head out and leave you to your thoughts.¡± Oliver says as he stands up, and buttons his suit jacket as he turns to leave. ¡°And by the way, you should take a break. You¡¯re gonna kill yourself.¡± Oliver calls after me as he unlocks my door and leaves. *** ¡°Dinner reservations for Cami Gray,¡± I say to the hostess as I step inside this expensive Italian restaurant. ¡°Right this way, Sir.¡± The hostess smiles at me as she leads me further into the restaurant. I follow her. She stops at a secluded area and points to my table. ¡°Thank you,¡± I say to the hostess. ¡°I¡¯ll get you a waiter.¡± She says as she turns to leave. As I take slow strides toward the reserved table, I see Leo sitting opposite a woman with Cami by Leo¡¯s side. There¡¯s a strain on his face as he stares at the woman who seems to be talking to them. I stop by our table and draw out a seat to sit down. Everyone turns to look at me, including the woman and I nearly copse in my seat. The woman looks at me, different emotions shing through her eyes and one familiar emotion is regret. It¡¯s evident in her brown eyes that look exactly like Cami¡¯s. ¡°What the fuck is this?¡± I ask, standing up at once as I stare at Cami who¡¯s trying to apologize with her eyes. ¡°Is this some sort of joke?¡± I ask, trying so hard not to flip the fucking table. ¡°Dom, please calm down,¡± Cami says. ¡°My son.¡± She says to me in Italian as I turn to re at her. ¡°Who the fuck is your son?¡± I yell. Diners from the other tables are staring at us now and thest thing I want is for my private affairs to find their way into the inte. From the countless interviews I¡¯ve done, I don¡¯t like talking about my mother. They put two and two together and assumed my mother was not in the picture and we may have a strained rtionship. If only they knew what she did. With my arms on the table, I lean down to look at the woman who walked out of our lives when we needed her the most. I haven¡¯t seen her in years and she¡¯s changed so much. She¡¯s draped in designers and her neck is covered in a diamond ne. Obviously, her new boyfriend is doing her good. ¡°I don¡¯t know why you¡¯re here and trust me I don¡¯t fucking care. But this, whatever it is that you¡¯re trying to achieve bying here, it¡¯s not going to work. I don¡¯t want to ever see youe close to me ever again.¡± I grit out. ¡°Emilio,¡± she calls me by my middle name and I grip the edge of the table, afraid it¡¯s going to break if she opens her mouth and talks to me again. ¡°I¡¯m going to fucking hit you if you ever call me that again.¡± I re at her as my mother visibly cowers in her seat. I turn to look at Cami as I stand upright. Cami says, ¡°Look, Dom, I¡¯m¡± ¡°I¡¯m fucking disappointed in you,¡± I say to my sister. ¡°Both of you.¡± I re at Leo as I shoot onest re at my mother before walking toward the exit of the restaurant, Leo hurrying after me. ¡°Come on, Dom. You gotta calm down. None of us are happy she¡¯s back.¡± Leo says as I step outside the restaurant. I see Ross standing by my car. I spin around at once to re at my brother. ¡°Yeah? But yet, here you are, dining with her. Were you part of the n? Did Cami put you up to this?¡± ¡°Fuck no! I didn¡¯t know Mother was gonna be there until I showed up. Cami set the whole thing up.¡± ¡°I¡¯m getting the fuck out of here.¡± I climb down the stone steps as Leo calls after me. ¡°Come on, Dom. Dominique!¡± Ross opens the backseat of the door and I enter. He shuts the door after me and hurries to the driver¡¯s seat. Leo stands at the spot I left him, his hands on his hips as he stares at me with guilt and frustration. ¡°Where to, Sir?¡± Ross asks as he turns on the ignition. ¡°Home.¡± Fifty One ¡°Okay, so let me get this straight. You are sexually attracted to Dominique, and even though you¡¯re not gonna admit it out loud, you like Dominique. And you enjoyed the sex you both had, but yet you don¡¯t want to agree to a deal where you¡¯re gonna have the best sex of your life without any form ofmitment?¡± Monique stops to wander around the living room as she turns to look at me. ¡°Tell me the truth, Robyn, what¡¯s the color of your problem?¡± I feign innocence as I shrug my shoulder. ¡°White?¡± Monique looks at me, her mouth slightly open as she throws her hands in the air. ¡°I think it¡¯s blue,¡± I say, grinning at my friend. ¡°You¡¯re fucking annoying, you know that, right?¡± I roll my eyes and pick up the TV remote to resume my serial killer documentary on Netflix. Monique snatches the remote from my hand and res at me. ¡°Seriously, Robyn. What the fuck? Why are you turning down something as sexy as this? We¡¯re talking about Dominique Gray. Good sex and nomitment. Every girl would kill for a deal as this.¡± ¡°Well, we¡¯re in luck, I¡¯m not every girl,¡± I say. Monique exhales through her mouth as she takes a seat beside me. She came home this morning from Manhattan from a modeling job and I told her what happened between me and Dominique four days ago. ¡°I¡¯m your best friend, your only true love,¡± Monique says and I smile. ¡°So tell me the truth, bestie, why don¡¯t you want to give in?¡± ¡°You of all people should know I am not a huge fan of hooking up with several men and having meaningless sex. What happened between me and Dominique at that charity g happened in the heat of the moment and it felt so good¡­¡± and so right but I¡¯m not gonna say that out loud. ¡°But as much as it was good, I don¡¯t wanna make a habit of it. If I¡¯m gonna have constant sex with a man then we¡¯re gonna have to be in a rtionship, even though we don¡¯t have to love each other.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t that what Dominique is offering? A sexual rtionship with no strings attached.¡± ¡°Not really. And also, Dominique Gray is an arrogant prick who thinks he can get anyone and anything whenever he wants.¡± ¡°He already got you, Robyn. Right up against the wall in a hallway at his charity g.¡± Monique grins at me as she wiggles her eyebrows. ¡°You know, the house was peaceful when you left. You should travel again.¡± ¡°Oh, please. You and I know you missed me.¡± ¡°Whatever.¡± ¡°And you¡¯re not dropping this topic. If you agree to this, there¡¯s nothing left for you to lose.¡± Right. There¡¯s a lot I¡¯m gonna lose if I agree to something as crazy as that. My pride, my dignity, my self-respect, not to mention, I¡¯m only going to feed his ego. ¡°You should understand something. I am attracted to Dominique, yes. He¡¯s attractive, sexy even. The n was to screw him once and get him out of my system and not make a habit of it. A one-night stand and, and I was gonna say friends with benefits but God knows we¡¯re not friends. My point is this is a lot different than a one-night stand. If I agree to it with a man like Dominique, I don¡¯t know what to expect when he decides that I¡¯m not interesting enough to screw. Plus, no-strings-attached rtionships never end well. It always gets messy in the end.¡± ¡°So you think he just wants to use you?¡± Monique asks. ¡°Isn¡¯t that his intention? To have me whenever and however he wants until he¡¯s tired and then he¡¯s gonna move on to the next best thing. I don¡¯t want that.¡± ¡°I think the whole deal behind friends with benefits is to have consensual sex whenever both parties are horny with either party not expecting anything in return. Everyone wins and nobody loses.¡± Well, with a man like Dominique Gray, you better expect more than winning because he¡¯s unpredictable and that terrifies me. I may have been with men who resemble Dominique in terms of power and wealth, but none of them is like him. Dominique Gray is nothing like I¡¯ve been with. He¡¯s different. I can always read people. One look at you, and I can tell what¡¯s hidden underneath your shell, but with Dominique, it¡¯s the other way around. I have a feeling he can see through my disguise and he knows me better than I know myself, and that¡¯s terrifying. A lot can go wrong if I give in to my sexual temptation. A lot like my pasting to the surface and fucking up my present.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. That¡¯s not something I¡¯m willing to risk. Obviously not for sex. ¡°Andstly, I¡¯m not looking for a rtionship, sexual nor romantic. I¡¯m not interested.¡± ¡°Using your job as an excuse to not get involved with anyone has to stop. You need to invest your time in something other than your job.¡± I groan. ¡°Sure. I¡¯m gonna think about it. Can you pass me the remote now?¡± I ask as Monique tosses the remote on my thighs. I turn to re at her and she grins at me. ¡°I¡¯m only gonna drop this conversation for now.¡± ¡°Good for you.¡± The doorbell rings at once the minute I click y. I press the pause button again as Monique and I turn to look at each other. ¡°You expecting anyone?¡± I ask. ¡°Nah. You?¡± ¡°No one.¡± ¡°Should we maybe ignore the bell and go back to watching TV? The person might get tired and obviously leave.¡± Monique says as she grins with her eyebrows elevated. I re at her and she groans. ¡°Fine, I¡¯ll get it. You should sit your sweet little ass down there and watch me go get the door.¡± She says sarcastically as she walks to the front door. I hear the front door open as Monique gasps. ¡°Oh, man. Aren¡¯t you fucking ripped?¡± I hear Monique say. ¡°Is Ms. Denver in?¡± A man asks and I quickly stand up. I hurry toward the front door to find Ross, Dominique¡¯s driver standing outside my door with a bouquet of lilies. Okay, what the hell is going on? ¡°Ross?¡± I call as I stand next to Monique. ¡°Ms. Denver.¡± He nods at me in greeting. I turn to Monique and tilt my head toward the apartment, signaling for her to go inside. She sighs. ¡°You¡¯re no fun.¡± Monique groans as she enters the apartment. ¡°What¡¯s going on? What are you doing here?¡± I ask as I step outside and shut the front door. ¡°Mr. Gray wants me to give you this,¡± he says as he stretches the bouquet to me. I refuse to take it. ¡°What for?¡± I ask and Ross points to the card attached to the bouquet. I bend down to read the card and it simply reads. ¡°Dinner. Tomorrow night. 8 pm. Please.¡± I chuckle. Dominique is asking me out on a date tomorrow and he surprisingly said please. That¡¯s cute even though I hate lilies. ¡°Tell him I said I¡¯m gonna think about it.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Ms. Denver, but my boss said he¡¯s not taking any other answer except ¡®yes.''¡± I raise my eyebrows, obviously not surprised because Dominique Gray would do anything to get what he wants. ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°Yes, Ma¡¯am. He also told me not to leave here until you agree to his offer.¡± ¡°Is he crazy? Why would he tell you that?¡± Ross shrugs as a response. I smile and shake my head. ¡°Tell Mr. Gray that I said I¡¯m going to think about it.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, ma¡¯am. I can¡¯t leave unless you agree to his offer.¡± ¡°All right. Well, make yourself at home.¡± I point at the hallway as I unlock my door and step inside my apartment, shutting the door after me. I walk past the foyer and straight to the living room to find Monique watching the serial killer documentary I was watching earlier. I grab the remote and press pause. ¡°You and I know you were eavesdropping. Quit the act.¡± I say. Monique rolls her eyes and turns around so she¡¯s facing me. ¡°Why not say yes? You¡¯re gonna leave that poor man standing out there like that?¡± ¡°What? I wasn¡¯t the one who gave him an order. Dominique did.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. And it¡¯s just a date. If it didn¡¯t turn out well, you could always turn down the second date.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not gonna ept it. I need to think about it.¡± ¡°What¡¯s there to think about?¡± I yfully re at Monique and grab the TV remote. ¡°Let¡¯s just watch TV.¡± I resume the show as Monique and I watch in silence. Fifty Two For the next twenty minutes, I can barely concentrate because I left Ross out there. ¡°Do you think he¡¯s still there?¡± I ask. ¡°You could check.¡± I sigh and stand up as I walk to the front door. Yanking the door open, I hope Ross has left after waiting for too long, but that hope crashes at the sight before me. Ross is standing there, the bouquet of lilies in his hand as he stares at me. Oh, boy. I hope Dominique is paying him well because this ispletely absurd. ¡°Why are you still here?¡± ¡°I told you why, Ma¡¯am. I can¡¯t go back to my boss without getting a yes from you.¡± ¡°Right.¡± I sigh as I cross my arms. ¡°And where¡¯s your boss?¡± ¡°In his office.¡± ¡°Okay. Give me a minute.¡± I turn around and unlock the door as I step inside, shutting the door behind me with a groan. ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± Monique asks when I reach the living room. ¡°I¡¯m left with no choice but to go to Dominique myself.¡± ¡°Oh, boy. I like that choice,¡± she grins as she wiggles her eyebrows. ¡°Do you want me to help you pick out a dress?¡± ¡°Seriously?¡± I smile at her and shake my head as I go to my room. A few minutester, I emerged from my room with a brown trench coat and I wrapped the belt around my waist. My hair is in a loose wave as usual and my face is bare from any makeup. My feet are in ck pumps. ¡°Damn, girl. You look hot and you weren¡¯t even trying.¡± Monique says to me, grinning from ear to ear. ¡°I won¡¯t stay long.¡± ¡°You bet you won¡¯t.¡± She winks at me and I re at her. I ignore her and walk toward the door as I open it. Ross is still standing outside my door holding the bouquet. I reach for it and he gives it to me. ¡°Do me a favor and take me to your boss.¡± Ross thinks about it for a second before nodding and turning around to walk toward the elevator. I follow him from behind. We ride the elevator in silence as Ross continues to stare at the wall. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind me asking, how long have you been working for Mr. Gray?¡± ¡°Four years.¡± ¡°Oh. He must really trust you then.¡± Ross nces at me as he looks away. The elevator opens and we step out into the lobby. Ross holds the lobby door for me and I give him a quick ¡°thanks¡± before slipping through. He walks me to the most expensive car parked in the parking lot of the building and he opens the back door for me. I enter and Ross shuts the door after me. The ride was short and Ross made it bearable for me by turning on the radio. Ross parks outside arge, tall building as he turns to look at me. ¡°His office is at the top.¡± Of course. He¡¯s the boss. I give him a grateful nod and get out of the car. I watch Ross drive off as I turn to look at the tall building. The Gray Empire is written at the top of the building in bold letters. Taking in a deep breath, I stride inside, passing through the rotating doors as I nce around the lobby. The lobby seems a little busy, with peopleing and going. There are three security guards at the corners of the lobby, and on one end is the front desk. If this ce works like my father¡¯spany, then I can¡¯t just step into the elevator and press the top floor button. The elevator will not respond. I need an ess card or anyone from the top floor has to give me clearance. I walk toward the front desk, still holding onto the bouquet. I know I look out of ce here because I¡¯m the only one carrying a bouquet. ¡°Hello,¡± I say, shing the guy behind the front desk a smile when he looks up. His namete reads Jack. His eyes fall on the bouquet in my hand. ¡°Who are you, please? Are you here to deliver that?¡± He says as he tips his chin toward the flowers in my hand. ¡°Not really. I¡¯m here to see Dominique Gray.¡± The man looks at me again as he gives me a quick once over. ¡°Is he expecting you, ma¡¯am?¡± ¡°Not really.¡± ¡°Then I¡¯m afraid I can¡¯t let you through.¡± ¡°Can you call his office and tell him Robyn Denver is here to see him? He¡¯ll let me through.¡± The man nods and looks at me again as he picks up his telephone and ces a call through. A second or twoter, someone picks up. ¡°Hello, Sir. Robyn Denver is here to see you.¡± Another secondter. ¡°Okay, Sir. I¡¯ll let her through.¡± The man sets the telephone down as he meets my eyes and I sh him a big smile. The man hands me a security card. ¡°Here. It expires the minute you swipe it, in case you have any intention of reusing the card.¡± I take the card from his hand and sh him a small smile before heading to the elevator. I press open the elevator and I step in. I scan the card on a scanner close to the panel and the elevator slides shut.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. ¡°Going up.¡± The automated voice says. For some reason, my heart is beating too fast against my chest and the only exnation for this is because I¡¯m going up to see the one man who does things to my body without really touching me. After riding the elevator for long minutes, the elevator stops and the elevator doors slide open. I step out into a lobby as I walk toward the desk outside arge corner office. I¡¯m guessing the blonde behind the desk is Dominique¡¯s assistant. I stop by the desk of the woman as she looks up at once. Her namete reads ¡°Heather Jones¡± ¡°Hi. May I help you please?¡± The blonde asks as she gives me a slow once over. She looks to be 29. ¡°Yes. I¡¯m here to see your boss.¡± ¡°Mr. Gray won¡¯t be seeing anyone for now. Why don¡¯t you book an appointment ande backter?¡± ¡°Let her in, Heather.¡± A male voice says through her inte and I recognize that voice anywhere. ¡°Please go in.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± I sh Heather a small smile as I walk toward therge door and push it open, stepping inside the luxurious office of Dominique Gray. Fifty Three Automatically, the door shuts behind me as I pause on my track. Dominique sits on a leather chair behind arge desk. Leonardo Gray sits on the opposite chair as he swivels around to look at me. Two pairs of blue eyes watch me and one of them holds so much intensity as I gulp, shifting my eyes to therge floor-to-ceiling window just to avoid the rush of heat Dominique¡¯s intense gaze gives me. Suddenly, Leo stands up as he says something to his brother that I can¡¯tprehend. I turn in time to see Leo walking toward me as he stops to give me a once over with a big smile on his face. ¡°Robyn. It¡¯s always nice to meet you.¡± He stretches his hand to me and I take it. ¡°Likewise.¡± I return the smile. Slowly, Leo lifts my hand to his lips and sters a soft peck on the back of my palm. He drops my hand as he sidesteps me and walks out of the office. The minute I hear the mechanic door shut behind me, my senses heighten. Suddenly, there¡¯s not enough oxygen and I can¡¯t breathe. I can hear my heart beating in my ear at how his gaze burns into my skin. Dominique Gray leans back on his leather seat as he watches me with an intense gaze. Slowly, he checks me out, letting his eyes run through my body from my head to my toes. ¡°Are you done checking me out?¡± I ask as I take a few strides toward his desk. The corners of his lips curl into a smirk as he looks up at me. ¡°I wasn¡¯t expecting you.¡± ¡°Is that so? I have a feeling you were.¡± ¡°Ah.¡± Dominique smiles as he looks at me again. ¡°You look beautiful.¡± His words are like butter, rich and smooth. I forget how his words make me feel and how his undivided attention on me makes me squirm. God, he looks gorgeous right now and I forget how to breathe. Shamelessly, I run my gaze down his body, loving how attractive he looks right now. He¡¯s wearing a ck two-piece suit, with the buttons on the suit jacket unbuttoned. The two top buttons on his white dress shirt are unbuttoned giving me a glimpse of the pec tattoo. There are a few days old stubble on his defined jawline making him look more attractive. His hair is a little messy, from constantly running his fingers through the strands, just how I like it. I clear my throat. ¡°That is not why I am here.¡± I set the bouquet of lilies on his desk. ¡°You wanna ask a girl out on a date and you got her lilies? Funeral flowers?¡± Dominique is taken aback as he lets out a smallugh. The sound reverberates across the room and the vibration from the back of his throat sends a chilling wave down my spine. My stomach flutters at his deepugh and how sexy he sounds. ¡°Funeral flowers? You¡¯re the first person to ever say lilies are funeral flowers.¡± ¡°How about daisies? Or roses.¡± ¡°My bad. I¡¯ll fix that then. Is that why you came?¡± ¡°No. Because you told Ross not to leave unless I agree to go on a date with you.¡± Dominique smirks as he lifts one perfect brow, his eyes still locked on mine as he constantly rakes them over me. ¡°Maybe because I had a feeling it would bring you here.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± I exhale as I nce around his office and how beautiful it looks. About eighty percent of the wall is made up of a one-way transparent wall, with a clear view of his floor. The other part of his office which isn¡¯t made up of transparent walls has a door at the end. My guess is that the door leads to his private bathroom. There¡¯s a long light gray colored couch on one side of the office, and a small bar in the right corner, with expensive alcoholic drinks arranged on it. There¡¯s a tall shelf close to the couch with different aesthetic crafts and decorations on it and a few hardcover books. I don¡¯t think he reads that anyway. Hisrge desk is covered with different files, an Appleputer, with a view of New York City behind him. His office is beautiful and I can already imagine the countless women he must have brought up here as they had sex on his desk and even against the wall with the view of New York behind them. The thought makes me cringe at once and I want to throw up. ¡°Nice ce you¡¯ve got here,¡± I say, ncing around before bringing my gaze back to him. ¡°I can imagine all the fun you¡¯ve had in this office.¡± Dominique smirks. ¡°If you¡¯re trying to inquire if I bring women here for sex, then you¡¯re wrong. I don¡¯t.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a first,¡± I say and he chuckles. ¡°I believe you didn¡¯t agree to my offer because if you had, Ross would have been here instead.¡± I exhale, standing by the chair Leo was upying a few minutes ago as I cross my arms. ¡°What do you even want from me?¡± ¡°How about a date and I¡¯ll tell you?¡± Iugh breathlessly. ¡°A date? Is that your own way of making me sleep with you again?¡± Dominique tilts his head to the side as he smiles at me. ¡°Is it working?¡± ¡°Not all. It¡¯s not working at all.¡± Dominique nods as he stands up at once. ¡°You know,¡± he pauses as he walks around his desk to sit on the edge and I take a step back. ¡°Thest time I checked, you owed me a debt.¡± I scoff. ¡°So asking me out on a date is supposed to make us even?¡± ¡°Something like that.¡± He says as he looks me in the eye. ¡°What are you afraid of, Robyn?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not afraid of anything.¡± ¡°Okay. Then say yes.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the point? I¡¯m not having sex with you again.¡± He tilts his head to the side, smirking because he doesn¡¯t believe me. ¡°Is that so?¡± I bite my tongue, hating myself for feeling this way. ¡°Why do you have to make this so fucking difficult?¡± ¡°It¡¯s so hard to stay away, especially when you push me away.¡± ¡°The reason behind pushing someone away is because they want them to stay away, and note for them more.¡± Dominique smiles as he surprises me by grabbing the belt of my trench coat and pulling me toward him. It happened so fast I couldn¡¯t react. I¡¯m too stunned to fight back as he settles me in between his legs, his strong arms holding me in ce. ¡°What are you doing?¡± ¡°Trying to get you to rx. You¡¯re so uptight.¡± His wordse out breathy and deep, shutting down my brain. Why does my body respond to his words and his touch? It¡¯s like my body knows him and he knows how tomand my body. God, how can his words affect me this much? ¡°I¡¯m not uptight.¡± The word is supposed toe out bold, but it slips out of my tongue in a whisper. His fingers on my knee are distracting and I can¡¯t seem to think. ¡°Why are you doing this?¡± I ask him. ¡°Doing what?¡± ¡°You know what I¡¯m talking about, Dominique. Why are you doing this?¡± Dominique exhales, his gaze fixed on me as he licks his bottom lip. ¡°You do remember I once told you I am a patient man. And this is me being patient, letting you lie to yourself about what you really want when your body says otherwise.¡± ¡°Since you¡¯re a psychic now, why don¡¯t you tell me what my body wants?¡± I ask, the words rolling off my tongue in a whisper. His arms are around my waist, pulling me closer and I don¡¯t fight back. I hate to think that I¡¯m enjoying this little game of ours and how well he knows my body. ¡°Is that a dare?¡± Dominique whispers as he slowly stands up, his strong arms still around my waist. ¡°It is whatever thing you want it to be.¡±Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org. Dominique smirks and suddenly, he spins me around, lifting me off the floor and sitting me on his desk as he situates himself in between my legs. Okay, what¡¯s going on? I came here to confront him about buying me lilies and maybe call him out for giving Ross an absurd order not to do this. And why can¡¯t I stop him? Why am I letting him touch me? ¡°You keep pushing my buttons every time you turn me down. Tell me, Robyn, what¡¯s it you want me to do to prove to you, I fucking want you?¡± he whispers, his lips an inch from mine as his warm breath tickles my lips. ¡°You and I know you don¡¯t want me. You just want to fuck me, Dominique.¡± I whisper, matching his burning gaze. ¡°You are forgetting I¡¯ve already done that,¡± he whispers into my lips, leaning a lot closer than necessary. If he leans any closer, we would be kissing and the thought alone speeds up my heartbeat. ¡°Or you don¡¯t remember? Because I do. I remember every fucking detail. How you clenched your tight walls around my dick and milked me dry.¡± His dirty words leave me breathless and my mouth slightly parted. He puts his right hand on my thigh as he slowly slips past the hem of my dress. His touch burns his way through as he brushes his slender fingers up my thigh. This is bad, and it sucks that it feels so good. ¡°I still remember how you begged me to fuck you, Robyn. And maybe you¡¯re right, I do want to fuck you again, but I want you all to myself. Every part of you. I want you to be mine.¡± ¡°Then you must be out of your goddamn mind. Because it¡¯s not gonna happen again. Maybe you should check the next door.¡± ¡°Is that so? Care to tell me why you¡¯re not wearing any panties then?¡± Dominique whispers, his eyelids heavy, with desire in the pools of his eyes. His fingers brush up the side of my hip as he gropes the flesh. I moan and bite my bottom lip when he pulls me forward a bit to feel his arousal. ¡°Tell me, Robyn. Why did youe to my office without wearing panties? What did you n to do?¡± I¡¯m not going to lie, I wasn¡¯t thinking when I pulled a dress down my shoulders and stepped out of my bedroom without panties. I guess the reason was I wasn¡¯t going to stay long, might as well cover up properly with a trench coat. And I didn¡¯t n for him to nt me on his desk and slip his hands inside my dress to feel how wet I was. I didn¡¯t n any of this. ¡°Not everything is about you, Gray.¡± Dominique smirks, and slips his hand out of my dress to wrap his hand around my neck. He doesn¡¯t choke me, but the grip is tight enough to remind me he owns my body whether I lie to myself or not. ¡°It¡¯s taking every willpower in my body to not kiss you right now.¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s a shame.¡± The words leave my mouth before I can register them in my head. Dominique smiles, a smug smile on his lips as says. ¡°I¡¯m not gonna kiss you, not unless you beg me to.¡± ¡°Wouldn¡¯t you be waiting a long time?¡± I ask, my eyebrows raised as I smirk. ¡°We will see about that.¡± Dominique pulls his hand away as he steps away from me. He looks sexually frustrated even though he hides it perfectly well, masked with his usual confidence and cockiness. I get down from his desk, letting my eyes linger on his evident hard-on. I bring my gaze back to his face only to find him staring at me with lust in his eyes. ¡°One date,¡± I tell him, smoothing my hand over my clothes. Dominique smiles, the little gesture nearly giving me a cardiac arrest. ¡°I knew you won¡¯t be able to resist.¡± ¡°Yet you wonder why I loathe. God, you¡¯re fucking cocky.¡± ¡°I think you mean confident. And you and I know you don¡¯t hate me. You can¡¯t even if you try.¡± ¡°Right.¡± I voice out, my hands in my trench coat pockets as I stare at him, unable to move when all I want to do is get out of here before we do something we might both enjoy. But my body refuses to obey my mind. Like a tick, I let my eyes run over his body, lingering on the strain of his pants at his evident erection. I hate that I¡¯m turned on by it. By how his length is straining against his pants begging to be released. A memory of that night shes through my eyes, with me in his arms as he rammed into me in that hallway. As if Dominique can see the dirty thoughts in my head, he smirks and licks his bottom lip. ¡°You know all you have to do is say the words and we¡¯ll make both our wishese true.¡± I raise my eyebrows, slipping out my tongue to wet my lips. ¡°You wish. If I were you I¡¯d do something about that.¡± I say, referring to his erection as I head toward his office door. I can feel his eyes on my back, watching me. Slowly, I turn around and just like I predicted, Dominique is staring at me, eyelids heavy. ¡°I¡¯ll see you tomorrow,¡± I say. Dominique responds with a flirtatious smirk that makes me weak in the knees. I shake my head, twist the doorknob, and hurry out of his office. Fifty Four I can¡¯t believe I¡¯m doing this. And why the hell did I even think I could avoid this? He¡¯s Dominique Gray. He always gets what he wants. One look at his ocean-blue eyes and I was ready to do anything he asked of me. That is how well hemands my body. I can¡¯t fight this. I can¡¯t win this. Whatever games we are ying, I don¡¯t think I¡¯m ever going to win. I may have won the first time, but that doesn¡¯t mean I¡¯m going to win again. I stare at my reflection through the mirror on my dresser as I apply lipstick on my lips. Monique is going through my closet looking for the perfect dress for me. She squealed like the one who was going on a date when I told her I said yes. Her first words were, ¡°I knew you were going to say yes. There was no guarantee you could resist that long.¡± I cover the lipstick as I smack my lips together. My hair is done, all thanks to Monique, and I look good. I didn¡¯t want to overdo it, but the minute Monique took over to prepare me for this date, she made it a mission to make sure I looked irresistible. ¡°Okay,¡± Moniquees back from her haunt for a dress as she stands behind me with two dresses in her hands. ¡°What should we go with? ck sleeveless dress with a high split or the red, body con dress that will definitely make Dominique swoon?¡± I spin in my chair to look at Monique. ¡°How about none?¡± ¡°Okay. We¡¯re going with red and slutty. Nice choice.¡± Monique grins at me as she throws the red dress on my bed and goes back to keep the ck dress in my closet. Moniquees back and I stand up from my chair. ¡°Thest time I checked I was the one going on a date, not you.¡± ¡°Yeah. Thest time I checked I was the one making you do so many things.¡± She grins at me as she picks up the red dress and stretches it to me. I re at her and snatch the dress from her hand. ¡°I hate you,¡± I say to her as I go to my closet to get changed. ¡°You are wee,¡± Monique calls after me. I got undressed and put on the red dress. It¡¯s a midi, bodycon dress with sleeveless straps and a short V-neck. The length of the dress is short on the right side as it flows down to my left thigh and my ankle. Half of my back is bare as my hair cascades down my back and stops at my mid-back. I twirl to look at my figure and I actually look hot. There is no way Dominique will be able to peel his eyes off of me. The doorbell rings and I step out of my closet into my bedroom. Monique is lying on my bed as she slowly sits up. ¡°Do you think it¡¯s him?¡± I know it¡¯s him. ¡°I¡¯ll get it,¡± I say to Monique as I step out of my bedroom and into the hallway. The doorbell rings again and I make my way to the living room, down the foyer as I open the door. Dominique Gray stands in front of me, looking beautiful and attractive, just like every other day since I¡¯ve known this man. His mouth is slightly open as he runs his gaze down my body, taking note of everything. He blinks, slipping one hand into his pants pocket as he brings his gaze back to my face, taking one step back to stare at me again. I smile in my head, satisfied I left him breathless. ¡°Wow.¡± He says as he clears his throat. I lean one hand on the doorframe, with my other hand on my hip as I look up at him. He¡¯s dressed in a two-piece, expensive ck suit with the suit jacket unbuttoned. The inner white dress shirt is perfectly tucked in, with the two top buttons unbuttoned. Boy, he looks good. My gazends on the roses bouquet in his hand. ¡°Are those for me?¡± I ask, smirking as I nce down at the bouquet in his hand. Dominique takes one step forward as he clears his throat. ¡°Yeah.¡± He stretches it toward me. I take it from his hands and bring it to my nose to inhale. ¡°It smells really good. Thank you.¡± ¡°You¡¯re wee.¡± ¡°I¡¯m still getting ready. You¡¯re wee to wait in the living room.¡± Dominique nods. ¡°I¡¯m gonna be downstairs, by the parking lot. I¡¯ll wait by the car.¡± ¡°Sure.¡± Dominique gives me a quick once-over before turning around and walking down the hall toward the elevator. There are butterflies in my stomach as I step into my apartment and shut the door. I press my back against the door and shut my eyes, taking in several deep breaths. What the fuck is happening to me? All of these feelings are new and strange and it¡¯s terrifying. How can one man make me speechless and breathless by just looking at me? Not to mention I like the way he looks at me, and I¡¯m willing to do anything to have his undivided attention on me. I want him to always look at me like that, like I¡¯m the best thing he¡¯s everid his eyes on and if he looks away he¡¯s going to stop existing. ¡°Boy, aren¡¯t you fucking smitten?¡± Monique¡¯s voice snaps me out of my head as I snap my eyes open. Monique is standing a few feet away from me with a shit-eating grin on her face as she crosses her arms. ¡°Ugh.¡± I groan as I walk toward her. I p the bouquet against her chest as she holds it before it slips and falls on the floor. ¡°What?¡± Monique giggles as she follows me to my room. ¡°You¡¯re fucking smitten, you know it¡¯s true.¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not,¡± I argue as I step into my room. ¡°Alright,¡± Monique says as I watch her through the dresser mirror as she inhales the flowers. ¡°This smells really good,¡± Monique says. ¡°I know.¡± I sigh as I nce at my reflection in the mirror. I take a deep breath, grab the six-inch clear stilettos by my bed, and slip my feet inside them. Monique picks up a white small clutch from my bed and hands it to me. I take it and give her a small smile. ¡°How do I look?¡± I ask Monique. ¡°Nervous.¡± ¡°Yeah. I¡¯m nervous and I don¡¯t know why.¡± ¡°Maybe because it¡¯s your first date in years.¡± ¡°You think?¡± I exhale and turn to stare at my reflection in the dresser mirror. ¡°Or maybe because Dominique Gray is the first man you¡¯ve gone out on a date with who¡¯s your one nightstand and also the one man who makes you feel strange things. You like him.¡±Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. I turn to re at Monique. ¡°I¡¯m gonna go.¡± ¡°Alright. Have fun and try to enjoy yourself.¡± Monique says as she follows me out of my room. She puts her arm around my shoulder. ¡°God, you¡¯re so tense. Try and rx, Robyn. It¡¯s just a date.¡± Yeah, with Dominique, nheless. The man who understands my body more than myself. Fuck me. ¡°I¡¯m gonna see youter.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± I open the door and step out into the hallway. ¡°Don¡¯t forget, Robyn. You only live once.¡± Monique calls after me. I shake my head as I walk toward the elevator. As I ride the elevator down to the lobby, I can hear my heart beating so fast in my ear. Robyn, calm down, it¡¯s just a date. But why does it feel like this is more than just a date? A part of me wants to turn around and go back to my room, but what would that lead to? Dominique will not stop unless he gets me right where he wants me, up against the wall, beneath him, and on top of him. And the thought both terrifies me and arouses me. The elevator arrives in the lobby and I step out, feeling a little bolder than a minute ago. As I push open the lobby door and step out into the cold air, my gaze holds Dominique who¡¯s leaning against an orange-colored Lamborghini. He stands upright when he locks eyes with me. Just like that, the entire worldes to a halt and the only thing I can see is the man that has shifted the world underneath my feet. Everything around me feels slow as we lock eyes. My walk is elegant and bold, and just like that, I feel powerful enough to leave a man like Dominique speechless and tongue-tied. As I approach him, I feel the familiar electricity coursing through my veins. My heart flutters against my rib cage, goosebumps crawl through my skin, and there¡¯s this tight knot in the pit of my stomach. Dominique sweeps his gaze down my body as his eyes linger on specific areas of my body. Like my bare right thigh and my breast. Different emotions flood his eyes and one of them is hunger. ¡°Wow, Robyn.¡± Dominique breathes out as I stop in front of him. ¡°Hello, Dominique.¡± ¡°You look¡­¡± he sounds breathless. ¡°Fuck, I¡¯m trying to think of the perfect word. Gorgeous, perfect. God, you look beautiful.¡± I blush. I¡¯m fucking blushing as I bite my bottom lips. I duck my head, avoiding his eyes as I scan his car instead. ¡°Nice car.¡± ¡°Thanks. I thought I should drive us instead.¡± I look up at him, locking eyes with his radiant blue eyes. ¡°Wow, Dominique. All of this for me?¡± ¡°You and I know you deserve more than this.¡± He says and I don¡¯t know how to react. ¡°Ah! I would have called you a gentleman but you and I know you ain¡¯t no gentleman.¡± Heughs. ¡°I didn¡¯t think you like gentlemen.¡± Dominique presses the key fob in his hand and the doors spring upward to the sky. ¡°After you,¡± Dominique says as he gestures for me to enter. I walk past him and enter the passenger¡¯s seat. Dominique holds the door and ms it shut. I watch him walk around the front of his car to the driver¡¯s seat as he enters. He pushes a button in his car and his side door closes. ¡°I hope you bring an appetite.¡± ¡°Maybe.¡± Dominique turns to look at me again. ¡°You know we could always skip dinner and do something more pleasurable.¡± ¡°You are not getting into my pants, Dominique.¡± I hear himugh as I turn to look at him. He¡¯s staring at the road as he backs out of the parking lot. ¡°Yeah? Tell me, Robyn, why did you wear this then?¡± Dominique asks as he drives onto the road, sparing me a single nce. ¡°Monique picked it out.¡± ¡°Then she made the right choice. You look really beautiful in that dress and it¡¯s taking more than self-control to not park this car and have my hands all over you.¡± I say nothing, with my eyes glued to the window as I stare at the passing objects. I can feel the heat of his words, how smooth they sound, and how they make me feel. Like I¡¯m young again, with the perfect man beside me who would do anything for me. But who am I kidding? ¡°What do you think about Italian?¡± ¡°Whatever you want.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Dominique asks as he turns to look at me. ¡°Nope. Not that. We are not doing that.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Why what?¡± ¡°Why don¡¯t you want to give in when you and I know you want me to m you against the wall and have my hands all over you?¡± Dominique asks as he turns to look at me. I stare back. ¡°Haven¡¯t you done that? One month ago you had me up against the wall with your hands all over my body.¡± He exhales. ¡°You don¡¯t know how badly I need you right now.¡± ¡°Get over yourself. Like I told you, you¡¯re making this difficult for the both of us.¡± ¡°You think? You¡¯re the one making this difficult for both of us. You could just give in and agree to my proposition.¡± I sigh and shake my head. ¡°And I thought this was supposed to be a date. Not an attempt to have sex with me again.¡± Dominique exhales as he runs his fingers through his hair with his right hand on the wheel. The rest of the ride is silent as Dominique swerves past cars and speeds down the road. Shortly after, he pulls the car to a stop and shuts down the engine. He gets out of the car and shuts the door. Dominique walks around the car and opens my side door for me. He offers me his hand as he looks down at me. I take his hand and slowly get down, ignoring the electricity that shoots down my spine right to the part that desperately needs his attention. Dominique shuts the car door, a small smile on his lips as he leads me toward the luxurious Italian restaurant. Fifty Five The hostess receives us by the door with a big smile on her pale face. She recognizes Dominique before he can introduce himself. ¡°Your table is right this way, Sir.¡± She leads us down to the corner of the restaurant that¡¯s a little secluded from the rest of the restaurant. The tables here are few, with one couple already upying the table at the far end. The hostess pushes a door open and steps through. Dominique leads me through, with his hand on my lower back. His palm on my back sends tingles to my feet and my heartbeat elerates. ¡°Where¡¯s she taking us?¡± ¡°To our table,¡± Dominique replies as he looks down at me, with an unfamiliar glint in his eyes. We climb through a flight of stairs as the hostess opens a door and the evening breeze hits my face. We¡¯re on the rooftop where there are at least five beautiful tents. Underneath the tents are two white chairs and a table with a tablecloth over the tables. There is warm lighting hanging off the tents, with candles on the table. In four words, this ce is romantic. The hostess leads us to the table at the end not too far from the ss barricades. ¡°I¡¯ll get your waiter for this evening.¡± And then she leaves. I¡¯m stunned by this breathtaking view. There are just two couples here and there¡¯s a moderate space between our table and theirs. Dominique pulls out a chair for me and I sit down. He sits down opposite me, with his unwavering attention on me. ¡°Are you okay?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± I give him an honest reply. ¡°This isn¡¯t what I was expecting,¡± I say as I nce around. There¡¯s a bar at the corner, with just one bartender there. A romantic song is ying at a low volume, probably to put couples in the mood. ¡°Is this too much?¡± He asks as he looks at me. ¡°Truthfully, yes. This is oddly romantic, Dominique.¡± ¡°I wasn¡¯t joking when I said you deserve more.¡± I¡¯m left speechless for the third time tonight as I look away from him. I don¡¯t trust myself around him and I have a feeling if he continues to stare at me like that, we would do something both of us may actually enjoy. ¡°Do you always take your one-night stands on dates?¡± I ask, bringing my gaze back to him. ¡°No.¡± ¡°So what are we doing here then? Because thest time I checked I was your one-night stand.¡± Dominique leans back, a nk stare on his face as he exhales. ¡°I want you, Robyn. I don¡¯t know how often you want me to tell you this.¡± ¡°No, you don¡¯t. You just want to have sex with me for the second time because you couldn¡¯t get enough.¡± ¡°And you don¡¯t want to have sex with me?¡± He raises a perfect brow as he asks. ¡°Come on, Robyn, I think it¡¯s time you tell the truth for once.¡± I roll my eyes. ¡°What truth?¡± Dominique opens his mouth to reply but our waiter for the evening appears by our side with a bottle of red wine and two sses. He sets the bottle of wine and sses on the table as he pours us a good quantity. ¡°What would you like to have? Are you guys ready to order yet?¡± Without taking his eyes off of me, Dominique says to the waiter, ¡°Can youe back in a few minutes? We¡¯re yet to go through the menu.¡± The waiter nods and turns to leave. I pick up the menu and go through it just to avoid Dominique¡¯s heated gaze. ¡°I want you to pretend we¡¯ve never fucked each other and try to rx,¡± Dominique says as I re at him from above the menu. ¡°You¡¯ve gone on dates before, right?¡± ¡°Yes. What does it have to do with why we are here?¡± ¡°You wanna know why I asked you out on a date?¡± ¡°Please enlighten me,¡± I say as I set the menu down. Dominique watches me for a second, his eyes lingering on my lips as he speaks. ¡°I have a proposition for you.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°You keep telling me you don¡¯t want to have anything to do with me again because we¡¯ve had sex before, which I understand. And I am willing to respect your wishes.¡±N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. What¡¯s going on now? Dominique can see the surprised look on my face as he continues to speak. ¡°I want us to y a game. We could even skip dinner and get right to it.¡± ¡°What game?¡± ¡°Any game of your choice.¡± ¡°And what¡¯s the catch here?¡± ¡°We will y any game of your choice, whatever you want. If you win, I promise you I¡¯m gonna stay away.¡± Just like that? When has Dominique Gray ever backed down so easily? ¡°And what if you win?¡± Dominique stalls, a little smirk ying on his lips as he looks me in the eye. ¡°My sister is getting married next Saturday in Santa Monica, California. If you lose and I win, you¡¯ll apany me to Santa Monica as my pretend girlfriend.¡± Fifty Six The light bulbs in my brain go off all at once. He wants me to go to Santa Monica with him as his pretend girlfriend and obviously stay in the same hotel with him and we¡¯re going to have to pretend like something is actually going on between us when there¡¯s nothing there. ¡°You thought this through, didn¡¯t you?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about.¡± ¡°Of course you do. I can¡¯t go to California with you.¡± ¡°Then you don¡¯t have to y.¡± ¡°And you¡¯re not gonna leave me alone, are you? You¡¯re Dominique Gray, you always get what you want, obviously. Why can¡¯t you get someone else?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t act like you don¡¯t want what I want.¡± God, he¡¯s so stubborn. ¡°The stakes here are not fair.¡± ¡°How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn¡¯t think so. Now I¡¯m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.¡± Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. ¡°You know, you¡¯re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.¡± He¡¯s right. I could choose any game, a game I know he may lose, but then he¡¯s going to walk away and pretend like he doesn¡¯t know how hemands my body and make me lose my breath each time he looks at me. Do I even want him to stay away? If he hade up with this proposition one month ago, even before we had sex in that hallway, I may have jumped at it. Why now? And why am I being hesitant? I thought I wanted him to stay away, but now I¡¯m not so sure anymore. ¡°You are hesitant. Are you afraid I might actually win?¡± He smirks as he tilts his head to the side. ¡°If you are not too sure you¡¯ll win, you could back down now and admit how much you want my hands on you.¡± Damn. He did think this through, didn¡¯t he? ¡°Okay. We¡¯ll y.¡± Dominique smiles. ¡°I know you will agree.¡± ¡°I gotta ask. What makes you think you¡¯ll win?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know that. You¡¯re the one choosing the game, right?¡± I exhale as I nce around, trying to shake off the thought of what we¡¯re about to do. The waiteres back and we give him our order. He leaves afterward. ¡°Assume I lost and we went to California. What¡¯s expected of me?¡± ¡°You¡¯re my pretend girlfriend.¡± ¡°How are they gonna believe that? They¡¯re your family, they know that you¡¯ve never had a girlfriend before. Why now? Why do you want a pretend girlfriend? You could always go to your sister¡¯s wedding without a date.¡± ¡°How about losing first?¡± Dominique smirks at me and I roll my eyes. Two waiterse back with our food as they set them on the table. The aroma of the food is both tantalizing and refreshing. I am already filled up and I¡¯m yet to eat anything. ¡°Enjoy your evening, Sir and Ma¡¯am.¡± The waiter nods as he leaves with the second waiter. We start to eat in silence and Dominique can barely peel his eyes off of me. I feel like he¡¯s trying to undress me with his eyes. ¡°Are you gonna stop anytime soon?¡± I ask as I look up at Dominique who seems surprised by my question. ¡°You¡¯ve been staring and knowing your type of person, the thoughts behind that look are anything but good.¡± Dominique smirks and raises one eyebrow. ¡°Is that so?¡± I raise my ss of wine to my lips as I take a sip. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t mind me asking why are you so adamant about my proposition?¡± ¡°Which of them?¡± ¡°No strings attached.¡± He points out. ¡°I have a feeling you¡¯ve never had such rtionships before. You know, considering who you are.¡± ¡°Who am I?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t y coy, Dominique. You don¡¯t have to speak, and women are standing in line to do anything you want. You can have any woman you want.¡± ¡°How about you? Why can¡¯t I have you?¡± He whispers, his words shutting down my brain cells. I raise my ss of wine to my lips and take a sip as I look anywhere else but him. Thankfully, Dominique doesn¡¯t say anything else. We continue to eat and as usual, Dominique continues to stare at me. We finish eating and the waiteres back to clear the table. With nothing but a bottle of wine and our two sses left on the table, I exhale. ¡°Okay, I have got a game for us.¡± Dominique smiles. ¡°I can¡¯t wait to hear it.¡± ¡°Truth or dare.¡± Dominique raises his eyebrows, a coy smile ying on his lips as he nods once. ¡°Are you sure about that?¡± He asks and tilts his head, letting his gaze sweep down my body. I¡¯m not sure, but it¡¯s the one game we could y that I may actually win. Truthfully, I chose this game because he wasn¡¯t expecting it and there¡¯s a probability I might actually lose. And maybe losing isn¡¯t so bad. ¡°I¡¯m sure. Truth or dare.¡± ¡°You know you could always back down.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not backing down. Let¡¯s y truth or dare.¡± ¡°Okay. How dirty do you want it?¡± He asks. ¡°Whatever thing you want, you have my consent.¡± ¡°Well, I¡¯ll be damned if I don¡¯t love where this is going.¡± He says as he sits upright, not for once looking away from me. ¡°You go first.¡± Dominique is quiet as he watches me intently. Then he asks, ¡°Truth or dare.¡± ¡°Truth.¡± ¡°Okay. Have you ever touched yourself to the memory of that night? You know, the night we fucked. And if yes, how often?¡± Boy, how can his dirty words excite me just like that? I clear my throat and cross my thigh over the other as I squeeze my thighs together. Dominique¡¯s eyes are all over me, watching me. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Yes, what?¡± His eyelids are heavy as he stares at me. I can¡¯t read the look in his eyes, but there is pure lust in them and something else I don¡¯t recognize. ¡°I want you to say it. I want you to give me more details, Robyn.¡± I take a deep breath, briefly shutting my eyes as memories of that night sh through my eyes. ¡°Yes, I¡¯ve touched myself often to the memory of that night. And sometimes, two or three times a week.¡± ¡°You¡¯re a bad girl, Robyn.¡± I groan. ¡°Shut up.¡± Dominique chuckles as he licks his bottom lip. When his chuckle dies down, he asks, ¡°Is that how badly you want me inside you again?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not gonna answer that. That¡¯s two questions in a row.¡± I re at him as I reach forward to grab my ss of wine. ¡°My turn then. I choose Truth.¡± I set the ss down as I go through several awkward questions in my head. But knowing Dominique, nothing is ever awkward to him. I guess he derives pleasure from awkward questions and ufortable moments. ¡°What¡¯s your dirtiest sexual fantasy?¡±N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. A small smirk slips into his face as he stares at me. ¡°Are you sure you want me to tell you?¡± ¡°Oh, you don¡¯t have to tell me.¡± Still smirking, he replies. ¡°Of course.¡± With his arm on the chair, Dominique slowly taps his slender fingers on the arm. ¡°I have always imagined you naked, with nothing shielding your body from me and you putting on red heels,¡± ¡°Why am I in your fantasy?¡± ¡°You¡¯re everywhere in my head, Robyn. And trust me I¡¯ve tried to get you out, and the more I try, the more I realize I don¡¯t want you out.¡± Oh, boy. How can his words set my soul on fire and make me want him so badly? Heat rushes to my face and I flush. I am smitten, aren¡¯t I? I gulp as we stare at each other, with a heavy sexual tension emanating from the both of us. He sweeps his gaze over my body, lingering a little longer on my breasts as he brings his gaze back to lock his eyes with mine. His voice is deep and sultry, sending a wave of pleasure to the part of my body that desperately needs release. ¡°You¡¯ll be bound, either by my tie or handcuffs and gagged. Or you could be tied down on my bed, whatever I choose. You¡¯ll submit your body to me consensually and I¡¯ll do to you whatever I want. Starting from telling you how beautiful you are and by showing you how much I¡¯d enjoy pleasuring you and I¡¯ll worship every inch of your skin on your body. I¡¯ll kiss my way down, leaving behind every little bite to show you I own you, and who you belong to. You are not allowed to moan but express how good I make you feel through your bodynguage,¡± Dominique pauses as he stares at me with lidded eyes. There¡¯s nothing but pure hunger in his eyes. I gulp, clenching my thighs tighter as I look into his hungry eyes. He¡¯s like a predator right now, staring at me like I¡¯m his prey. God, I feel hot. Is the room hot or am I hot? Oh, boy, he¡¯s left the mental imagery of what he¡¯s promised and I am about to throw caution into the wind and let us just fuck for the second time. ¡°Do you want me to continue?¡± He whispers, his words sending a vibration to my pussy walls. I want him to continue, but my pride will not let me tell him that. ¡°Does the idea of being tied up during sex arouse you?¡± ¡°Is that my question even though I haven¡¯t chosen Truth yet?¡± Dominique smirks as he licks his bottom lip. ¡°Okay, then. Truth or Dare?¡± Are we gonna pretend he didn¡¯t just give me mental imagery of the dirty things he wants to do to me? My breathing is a little shallow and the heat of his words is doing strange things to me. I want to choose Truth, but what fun will that be? ¡°Dare.¡± A slow smirk curls into Dominique¡¯s lips as he locks eyes with me. ¡°I dare you to touch yourself right now, right here, and don¡¯t try to hold back your moans. I wanna hear you. And you have less than three minutes to cum.¡± Fifty Seven ¡°I¡¯m sorry?¡± I ask, not believing he just dared me to touch myself right here, with him sitting in front of me and in public. He must be joking. ¡°I said I want you to touch yourself, Robyn, right here and now. And don¡¯t hold back your moans, I want to listen to how you feel when you pleasure yourself. And you have less than three minutes to cum.¡± This is a joke, right? I stare at his blue eyes for any proof of whether he¡¯s joking or not, but there is none. He¡¯s actually not joking. ¡°What if I fake an orgasm?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll know. You will show me proof.¡± ¡°You can¡¯t be serious, Dominique, I could get caught.¡± ¡°Then try not to get caught. Or you could always back down.¡± ¡°And let you win?¡± ¡°Then this will be an easy fit for you then.¡± Dominique smirks at me. Nobody knows this but I get turned on by the idea of getting caught when I¡¯m doing something erotic in a public ce. As much as this is crazy, the idea of getting caught is like my personal stimnt. I could actually have sex in a public bathroom, a car, and the back of a movie theater and I don¡¯t care because it sexually excites me and the thought of getting caught is both exciting and erotic. And since Dominique wants a show, I¡¯m going to give him a show. A show that¡¯s going to leave him on the edge of his seat sexually frustrated and squirming. Since he made me frustrated by giving me a mental image of what he fantasizes about doing to me, I¡¯m going to make him feel the way I felt. ¡°Okay.¡± ¡°Okay?¡± I smirk. ¡°What, you thought I was going to back down just like that. You¡¯re wrong.¡± I lean back in my seat,forted by the surprised look on his face. He didn¡¯t think I was going to adhere to his dare and the shock in his handsome face is both satisfying and funny. Suddenly, Dominique pulls out his phone from his suit jacket as he unlocks it. He types something and slowly he sets the phone on the table. ¡°Timer is set. You have three minutes to cum. And don¡¯t try to hold back.¡± ¡°Oh, I won¡¯t.¡± I sh him a smug smile. ¡°Your time starts now.¡± As much as I enjoy getting off in public, doing something as pleasurable and erotic as this with Dominique in front of me has never been on my bucket list. Especially with the way he¡¯s looking at me right now, eyelids heavy, and his irises clouded with lust. I spread my legs apart slowly as I pull my dress up a little. My breathing is shallow from being sexually aroused and the thought of showing Dominique how horny I am right now. I run my fingers on myp, tracing my warm skin as I bring my hand in between my legs, right on my heat. I ster my hand on my heat as I gently rub myself through myce panties. I push my panties aside as I slide one finger along my folds. A breathy moan escapes my lips and I bite my bottom lip. Dominique shifts on his seat as he fists his hands on the arm of the chair. He watches, obviously aroused by what I¡¯m doing right now. I rub small circles on my throbbing clit, and slide down my middle finger to my opening. I slip in the finger and slowly pull it out. I slip it back in again and just like that I begin to fuck myself, thrusting past my tight walls. A small groan escapes his lips as he squirms in his seat, just like I want him to. Seeing him ufortably aroused because of me is enough to shift me to the edge, but I¡¯m not cumming yet, not now anyway. I bring my free hand to my breast and pinch my nipple and slowly start to rub my thumb over it. My nipples are hard, straining against the fabric of my dress and so sensitive too. I slip in another finger as I curl it upward inside me until I¡¯m rubbing up against my g-spot, moaning as I pleasure myself. The moans that leave my mouth are not loud, but it¡¯s loud enough for Dominique to hear. ¡°Do you like me in this position?¡± I ask Dominique as he swallows, his Adam¡¯s apple bobbing. ¡°Huh? With my legs wide apart and my fingers in my pussy?¡± Dominique groans, the vibrations nearly sending me off the edge. ¡°Fuck, Robyn.¡± ¡°Tell me you like me in this position. Horny, and wet, and breathless as I pleasure myself.¡± A guttural sound escapes the back of his throat as he grips the arm of the chair he¡¯s sitting on. His resolve is slowly slipping off and the idea of bringing this powerful man to my mercy is erotic. It¡¯s taking him a lot of self control not to drag me out of here and into the restroom to fuck me. And with the way I¡¯m feeling right now, I would really like that. God, I¡¯m soaking wet as I pull out my fingers. I ce the digit on my swollen clit as I continue to rub fast circles. The timer is going to go off any second and I¡¯ve been holding back from climaxing. ¡°Oh, fuck. God, I¡¯m gonna cum.¡± I cry out, my lips slightly parted as I increase the pace, stroking my clit in fast circles. I squeeze my eyes shut at once, pinching my nipples hard. ¡°Don¡¯t close your eyes, look at me.¡± Hemands, his voice gruff and fucking sexy. I open my eyes as I lock eyes with his beautiful blue eyes that are a shade darker from the lust clouding his eyes. I curl my toes in my shoes as I stroke a few times and then I let go. My orgasm rip through me, sending me over the edge as my legs shake. I grip the edge of the table to hold myself still before someone notices what¡¯s going on. The minute Ie down from my high, the timer goes off, vibrating on the table. None of us bother to reach for it to turn it down. I¡¯m breathless, my breathing ragged. Dominique, on the other hand, looks flushed, his eyes dark, and his jaw tight. How long has he been clenching his jaw? Slowly, he reaches for his phone and turns off the timer as he sets it down on the table. I pull out my hand from my panties as I pull down my dress. Suddenly, the waiter appears by my side and I whip my head toward where he¡¯s standing. ¡°The bill, sir.¡± The waiter says as he drops the bill on the table. Without staring at the bill, Dominique pulls out his credit card and stretches it toward the waiter. The waiter takes it, nces at me briefly, and then he leaves. ¡°So you get off from the idea of getting caught?¡± Dominique asks, his face nk and void of any emotions. I can still see the desire in his blue eyes. ¡°Why didn¡¯t I think of that? Considering you let me take you right there in that hallway.¡± Thest thing I want to discuss is my sexual fantasy, especially with Dominique. ¡°And you wanted proof.¡± Locking eyes with Dominique, I reach inside my dress for the waistline of my panties. Slowly, I pull it down, lifting my hips as I slide the thin,ce material down my thighs and to my ankles as I pull it past my shoes. I grab my panties and toss them on the table in front of him. If he was horny before, then right now, he¡¯s hungry for me. Desire swirls in his eyes as he picks my panties up, trying not to lift it up so people won¡¯t see it. Slowly, he stares at it, turning it around in his fingers. There¡¯s a bit of my orgasm on my panties and the sight makes him growl. Seeing him like this, aroused and agitated is bliss. When the whish of my orgasm hit me, I was embarrassed. I mean, I just literally touched myself in front of Dominique. The scene was erotic, but not the aftermath. And to shake off the embarrassment, I had to act tough like my heart isn¡¯t mming hard against my chest. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed watching him squirm as he clenched and unclenched his jaw, it was a sight I could never forget soon. Seeing him in the exact position he always leaves me, gave me a new sense of power. He was at my mercy and my hands were not on him either. I could see the restraint when I pleasured myself. He was fighting himself, trying not to grab me right that moment and have me right there and then. ¡°Why are you doing this?¡± ¡°We are ying a game, aren¡¯t we? You dared me to touch myself and show you proof. That, there¡± I point at my panties in his hand. ¡°is your proof. You can add it to your collection considering you already have two pairs of my panties.¡± I smirk as I flip my hair past my shoulder, my gaze locked on his as I cross my legs. I¡¯m wet, with my juices rubbing up against my thigh. ¡°Fuck, Robyn.¡± He slips my panties inside his suit jacket as he runs his fingers through his hair. ¡°You¡¯re gonna pay for this.¡± ¡°Won¡¯t that be interesting?¡± I ask, my voice an octave lower as I stare into his eyes. Dominique doesn¡¯t respond. He doesn¡¯t have to. I can see the dirty promises in his eyes and that erupts butterflies in my stomach. If he doesn¡¯t kill me, what will? I clear my throat and ask, ¡°Are we still ying?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Truth or dare?¡± ¡°Truth.¡± ¡°You¡¯re no fun.¡± I say to him, smirking a little as we watch each other. ¡°I choose Truth, Robyn.¡± A coy smile appears on his lips and I roll my eyes at him. ¡°Okay. Tell me what you were thinking about when I touched myself?¡± Dominique stalls time, his undivided attention on me as he slips out his tongue to lick his bottom lip. Boy, the things his tongue can do.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. Slowly, with his eyes on me and me alone, Dominique leans forward and lowers his voice. ¡°I was thinking about pushing this table aside and getting down on my knees as you let me worship your pussy, with my tongue and my fingers. I didn¡¯t mind taking you right here, with you on the table and my cock buried deep inside you and not for once caring about the people around us. And then when you moaned and shut your eyes, with your fingers on your clit, fuck, Robyn, all I wanted to do right at that moment was have a taste of you. I would have done anything to have you again. Anything at all.¡± Dear God. Where¡¯s the nearest hospital because I¡¯m about to have a cardiac arrest? How the hell is he this good with words? He just nted that imagery in my head and just like that, desire begins to pull at my stomach. I can feel the pleasure building up in my sensitive flesh and I want him to do to me what he just promised. Dominique can see the lust in my eyes and Slowly, he leans back, with a satisfied smirk on his perfect face as he stares at me. I bite my bottom lip, squeezing my thighs together with my mmy hands on my thighs. Well, fuck him. If it wasn¡¯t to torture me, I didn¡¯t see the reason why God threw this man into my life. Now he¡¯s making me question my life decisions and my morals. I can¡¯t think again, he¡¯s upied every cell in my brain and my body knows when to respond to his words and his touch. I¡¯m doomed. ¡°It¡¯s your turn.¡± Dominique¡¯s voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I blink my eyes. ¡°I choose Truth.¡± ¡°What¡¯s your story?¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Dominique exhales. ¡°You¡¯re not swayed by wealth and luxury.¡± ¡°Because I don¡¯t care about it.¡± ¡°But that isn¡¯t the truth, is it?¡± Okay, where is he going with this? This is no longer a game. This is a quiz. He¡¯s quizzing me about my life and past, something I don¡¯t want to talk about, especially not because of a truth or dare game. ¡°What do you want me to say?¡± ¡°The truth. What¡¯s your story?¡± He asks and I bite the tip of my tongue as I shoot him a re. ¡°There¡¯s something about you, isn¡¯t there? You portray this side of you you want the whole world to see when there¡¯s an exact opposite side of you you don¡¯t want the world to see. A part of you that¡¯s really you.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t wanna talk about it.¡± ¡°So there¡¯s something to talk about then?¡± Okay, seriously, what¡¯s going on? I knew Dominique was bad for my health the minute he walked into my life, but I didn¡¯t want to believe it. I hid that part of me very well because I didn¡¯t want my past disrupting my new life and nobody suspects anything. Absolutely nobody. And now Dominique thinks there¡¯s a story behind my life that I¡¯m not telling anyone. How could he tell? Has he been digging up details about me? ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about. The fact that I¡¯m not swayed by material things like money and cars and wealth, doesn¡¯t mean there¡¯s a story. There¡¯s nothing.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t believe you.¡± I open my mouth to tell him a piece of my mind but the waiter from earlier stops by our table and hands Dominique his credit card. He takes it from the waiter as the waiter leaves. Dominique turns to look at me and exhales, a smug smirk ying on his full lips. ¡°I¡¯m gonna drop it, but admit you¡¯ve lost and I won.¡± The nerve of this man. He did n this out. Everything. I have a feeling he knew I would pick out this game and he used that to his favor. ¡°Fine. You won.¡± I grit out. ¡°Good. Don¡¯t pack anything. We¡¯re leaving for California on Wednesday.¡± Fifty Eight I hate flying. Always have and always will. I stare out the window at the cloud just to avoid Dominique¡¯s burning gaze that¡¯s fixed on me. We¡¯re in Dominique¡¯s private jet which is called ¡°The Gray Bird¡± for some reason and we¡¯ve been flying for ten minutes and yet it feels like it¡¯s been ten hours. The jet is a luxurious aircraft and even the interior screams ss. The inside is a nude color and itpliments the exterior. I was awed the minute I climbed up the stairs and entered the jet. Then when I sat down, reality dawned on me. I was really on an aircraft traveling to Santa Monica with Dominique and I¡¯m going to be his pretend girlfriend. Fuck my life. ¡°Are you gonna be done any minute?¡± I ask as I turn away from the window to re at Dominique who seems to be enjoying himself from the difort he¡¯s causing me by continuously staring at me. ¡°With what?¡± I scoff. ¡°Don¡¯t y smart. You know what I mean.¡± Dominique smirks as he licks his bottom lip. ¡°Care to tell me why you chose this dress?¡± ¡°Do you have a problem with it?¡± ¡°As a matter of fact, yes, I do. It¡¯s a little distracting.¡± He says, softly. I scoff and shake my head as I hold his gaze. Dominique shifts his gaze from my eyes and lets his eyes run over my body, a familiar glint clouding his vibrant blue eyes. He¡¯s shameless. I¡¯m wearing a ck strapless mid-thigh dress, with my hair cascading down my shoulders, paired with white heels with straps wrapped around my legs. It was a simple look and I decided to go for it. ¡°You were the one who said I shouldn¡¯t pack a bag.¡± ¡°Yeah. I didn¡¯t want to inconvenience you.¡± I nod. ¡°Right. So don¡¯tin about my dress.¡± I sh him a wicked smile as I cross my leg over the other leg. Dominique¡¯s eyes follow my movement. ¡°How do you expect me to look away when you look this fucking good?¡± He asks, his voice low and sexy and deep. Why does he have to speak to me like that? In a voice as sexy and seductive as his? I¡¯m already way above my head about my feelings toward him and then he goes ahead and talks to me in that voice, making me question my feelings and morals. Fuck me. I clear my throat, absentmindedly pulling down the hem of my dress as I re at him. He smirks in return, staring into my brown eyes like they are the most fascinating pair he¡¯sid his eyes on. ¡°What¡¯s our sleeping arrangements?¡± I change the subject. Dominique smirks as he stares at me for a long minute before speaking. ¡°Are you afraid something will transpire between us?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t kid yourself. Isn¡¯t that the whole point of this?¡± I point a finger at myself and then at him. ¡°To get me in bed again?¡± Dominique is quiet as he tilts his head to the side, his eyebrows elevated and his face void of any emotion. ¡°Care to enlighten me?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need a pretend girlfriend to go to your sister¡¯s wedding. You could actually go alone. And if you¡¯re desperate enough for a date, you could always get anyone. You are Dominique Gray. A lot of women would kill to go on this trip with you. And if you ever run out of choices, you could get an escort. All of this is part of your little game to get inside my pants again.¡± ¡°Thest time I checked you picked out the game and you failed. Did you do that on purpose? Because a part of you is enjoying this little game of ours and you wouldn¡¯t like for it toe to an end.¡± Oh, he¡¯s an asshole. ¡°You¡¯re a dick.¡± Heughs, the deep sound vibrating through the walls of the aircraft. I should hate this man, instead, I find myself falling for his charms, getting pulled in. And that just sucks, doesn¡¯t it? Wanting the one man I shouldn¡¯t want. The one man who¡¯s slowly pulling down my perfectly crafted walls and I¡¯m letting him because even though I will always be in denial, I want him. Every part of him, and the idea of watching him walk away is terrifying and I don¡¯t want that. ¡°Seriously, what¡¯s the sleeping arrangements?¡± ¡°We¡¯re sharing a bed.¡± ¡°No, we are not.¡± ¡°I think you¡¯re forgetting we¡¯ve fucked, Robyn. And if it helps, I¡¯m not gonna touch you, not unless you beg me to.¡± I smile. Slowly, I let out a quietugh as we locked eyes. ¡°You are fucking kidding me.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not.¡± ¡°Then keep dreaming. Because I¡¯m sure as shit won¡¯t be begging you to touch me. You¡¯ll do that eventually if I give you a chance.¡± I sh him a smug smile and in return, he gives me a sly smirk.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. He shrugs casually. ¡°Sure.¡± ¡°And we¡¯re not sharing a bed. You¡¯re sleeping on the couch. You¡¯re the one who brought me out here even though I hated flying.¡± Dominique smiles and licks his bottom lip. ¡°Whatever you want, Robyn.¡± For the second time since we climbed on board, I let my eyes run over his body, taking details of everything. He looks handsome, sexy, even. He¡¯s dressed in a ck T-shirt that shows every outline of his defined body, paired with ck jeans, ck boots, and a dark gray jacket. The jacket is syed across the seat next to his. His hair is a little messy from running his fingers through and over the strands repeatedly and his defined jawline is adorned by a few days¡¯ stubble which only makes him more sexy, if that¡¯s possible. Even in a casual outfit, Dominique looks like a God. Made perfectly without any ws, that¡¯s if you don¡¯t count his shitty attitude. A hostess stops by my seat as she sets a ss of cocktail with ice and lemon on the side on top of the little table in front of me. I had asked her for a drink a few minutes ago. With a curt nod at her, she gives me a polite smile and leaves. ¡°Are you and Cami close?¡± I ask, grabbing the ss of cocktail and bringing the slice of lemon to my lips. ¡°We are. Do you have any siblings?¡± Dominique asks, shifting his gaze to my lips. As I suck the juice from the lemon, I consider lying, but Dominique will only find outter. This man can see through me. Or he¡¯s probably googling things about me, not that he¡¯s going to find anything. I erased everything from my past that would pose a threat to my new life. ¡°I do. A twin sister. And before you ask, we don¡¯t look alike.¡± Dominique smiles and nods. Have I mentioned he¡¯s really sexy when he smiles? That kind of smile that will leave your heart pounding and without you knowing you¡¯re willing to do anything, anything at all to please this man. ¡°I assume you hate flying.¡± ¡°Wow, of course you¡¯d noticed,¡± I say sarcastically. ¡°Yes, I do.¡± ¡°Then, let¡¯s y a game to ease you up a little.¡± ¡°What game?¡± ¡°Twenty questions.¡± I smile. ¡°Let me guess. This was part of your skills when you were trying to hit on a new girl back in college?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll be surprised I wasn¡¯t very social in college.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t believe you.¡± ¡°It is true. I was a star basketball yer and that brought in the women. All of them wanted a piece of me.¡± ¡°And you had a piece of them?¡± ¡°You could say that. I didn¡¯t like parties that much or getting drunk. My teammates always called me old fashioned even though I was always with a new chick every Friday.¡± ¡°Huh. Always has been a bad boy.¡± Dominique shrugs casually. ¡°You know you don¡¯t look like a guy who doesn¡¯t like parties, right? You look like a guy who¡¯s always storming every party every weekend with a new girl in his arms. He¡¯s friends with everybody and everyone likes him.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think people liked me in college. The thing with being popr is that it brings enemies and problems. Especially when you didn¡¯t care about fucking their girlfriends or sisters. I didn¡¯t have friends, just people I hung out with and I shut them out of my personal life. Oliver was the only friend I had and that was because we¡¯ve been friends since we were kids and we were in the same basketball team.¡± ¡°Damn. If we¡¯d gone to the same university and I had known you, I wouldn¡¯t have looked at you twice.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°Yeah. You are the type of guy I wouldn¡¯t have fucked or dated.¡± Dominiqueughs as he rubs his knuckles on his five O¡¯clock shadow. Damn, he always looks sexy with a stubble. ¡°I may have chased you like I¡¯m chasing you now. And you may have fallen for my charms.¡± ¡°Always so cocky, huh?¡± ¡°Like I will always say, it¡¯s called confidence,¡± Dominique smirks as he says. ¡°Alright. Twenty Questions. Who asks and who answers?¡± ¡°We¡¯ll take rounds. You¡¯ll ask, I¡¯ll answer. And then I¡¯ll ask, you¡¯ll answer. Honest answers only.¡± ¡°Great. You go first.¡± I say, dropping the sucked lemon slice on the coaster as I take small sips from my drink through the little straw. ¡°Give me a short bio about you.¡± Boy, isn¡¯t this man a mystery? Dominique Gray looks like a man who wouldn¡¯t care about a woman¡¯s biography. He looks like a guy who would fuck you, not really caring about knowing your name because he¡¯s never going to see you again. So why does he want to know me? And I feel like he¡¯s not asking me questions about the other side of me that I show the world. He wants to know the real Robyn and that¡¯s the one truth I¡¯m not willing to tell anybody. ¡°Okay,¡± I set my drink down on the table in front of me. ¡°I went to high school in the UK and then I went to Stanford University where I graduated with a business degree. I went to nursing school, graduated with a nursing degree because I wanted to do something that I really loved. I am a romantic, just not looking for a rtionship right now. I hate romance movies, I prefer horror andedy. Sometimes I watch bad movies with Monique just so we could shit talk the producer, director, and even the actors.¡± I exhale. ¡°You said short. That¡¯s it.¡± Dominique is quiet for a second as he nods, shing me a small smile. ¡°Okay. My turn then. Ask away.¡± ¡°Do you believe in love? If yes, have you ever pictured yourself in a romantic rtionship?¡± ¡°That¡¯s a tough question.¡± ¡°Well, I need an honest answer.¡± Dominique lets out a quietugh as he licks his bottom lip. He¡¯s stalling. ¡°I don¡¯t believe in love. Growing up, my parents¡¯ marriage was shit. And then I see people who imed to be in love get married and then they divorced and start hating each other for no fucking reason. I always wonder, what¡¯s the point? I mean if they im to be in love, why did they fall out of love? I don¡¯t trust people easily, I can be emotionally guarded and skeptical when ites to love. And about picturing myself in a romantic rtionship, no, I haven¡¯t. But if it helps, I¡¯d be willing to give a romantic rtionship a shot with the right person and evenmit. I¡¯d worship her body, I¡¯d tell her how beautiful she is every fucking morning, and then I¡¯d show her I¡¯d be willing to give her whatever she wants and treat her like the queen she is.¡± ¡°Wow. That¡¯s a lot.¡± I say, letting this new information sink in. I wanted to ask about his parents¡¯ marriage, but that would be crossing a line. I¡¯m not willing to talk about my past or my family, so why should I inquire about his? I should be lucky he opened up a little about himself. ¡°You asked.¡± I chuckle. ¡°I did.¡± There¡¯s a shift in the atmosphere as we both stare at each other. There¡¯s an unfamiliar pull at the pit of my stomach as I stare into Dominique¡¯s eyes. His eyes hold an unfamiliar glint I don¡¯t recognize as it quickly disappears. I clear my throat, ¡°My turn then.¡± ¡°Yeah. How many countries have you visited? And tell me the names of these countries.¡± His question sounds like a normal question. If I were normal, if I wasn¡¯t living a lie, then I wouldn¡¯t find this question threatening. I know what he¡¯s doing. He¡¯s interrogating me, trying to push past my resolve to know who I truly am, and the look in his eyes confirms it. ¡°Three.¡± I lie. I¡¯ve visited at least thirty countries but he doesn¡¯t have to know that. Dominique is quiet as he stares at me. His gaze scrutinized me. ¡°Okay.¡± he doesn¡¯t believe me. ¡°Italy, Spain, and China.¡± ¡°How were you able to afford all these trips with a nursing sry?¡± ¡°Thest time I checked, this isn¡¯t how this game was yed. Stop interrogating me, Dominique.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not interrogating you, I just want to know you better.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Why? You don¡¯t think we should know each other?¡± ¡°Why do you care?¡± ¡°You already know how I feel about you, Robyn. I think it¡¯s fair if I know you. Especially since we¡¯re gonna be sharing a room.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think that¡¯s how people know each other. Stop interrogating me or I¡¯m taking the next flight back to New York City.¡± I re at him, pick up my half-drunk drink, stand up, and walk away, not really knowing where I¡¯m going because I¡¯m too frustrated and annoyed to care. Fifty Nine There¡¯s a lounge in this private jet and I just stumbled upon it. I nce around, taking in the little details at how simple and beautiful this ce looks. A man, whom Iter realized is Oliver, Dominique¡¯s closest and only friend, sits on one of the barstools with a ss of drink in his hand. There¡¯s a bartender dressed in a white long-sleeved dress shirt and ck vest behind the counter and he¡¯s wiping a tumbler clean. I stand next to Oliver and set my empty ss of drink on the counter. Oliver turns to look at me at the same time I turn to look at him. This is the first time I¡¯ve had a good look at him up close. He¡¯s very attractive. He¡¯s like your typical yboy millionaire bachelor, with the looks and the body, matched with piercing gray eyes. ¡°Oliver, right?¡± I ask him. He gives me a warm smile. ¡°In the flesh. What are you doing here? Shouldn¡¯t you be with Dom?¡± ¡°Yeah. I needed a quiet ce to get my thoughts together.¡± ¡°Couples fight?¡± ¡°We are not a couple.¡± ¡°Right.¡± Oliver chuckles. ¡°But you¡¯re his pretend girlfriend?¡± ¡°Sadly, yes.¡± I exhale, pushing my empty ss toward the airne bartender and gesturing to him to give me a refill. ¡°Is Dominique always a dick?¡± ¡°Maybe. But not all the time.¡± ¡°Of course, you will support him. Bro code.¡± I smile and shake my head. ¡°If it helps, he really likes you. And that¡¯s a first for him.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think he¡¯ll appreciate you being his wingman. Dominique has expressed his feelings in different ways and I understood all of them.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Oliver asks. ¡°Yup.¡± The bartender hands me my drink and I take it, bringing the ss to my lips and gulping it. Setting the empty ss on the counter, I turn to look at Oliver who¡¯s been watching me. ¡°It was nice chatting with you.¡± I sh him a small smile as I walk out of the lounge. Right now, I just need a nap. *** I¡¯ve been to California three times in my twenty-six years of living. I hade here to attend a business meeting for my dad the first time and that was in Los Angeles, and the second and third times, I was here for a personal vacation and both times I was visiting Santa Monica. I liked the cold breeze and beaches. I look out the tinted window of Dominique¡¯s Bentley, not because I find anything interesting to stare at, but because I don¡¯t want to look at Dominique. I¡¯ve been avoiding him ever since he pulled that stunt with me and he knows I am angry at him. He didn¡¯t bother to confront me, but he kept throwing me nces in his jet before wended. Right now, I can feel his eyes on me in the backseat of his car as we drive to the hotel we¡¯re supposed to be staying here. It turns out Cami Gray is a Hollywood actress who lives in Los Angeles, California. She met her soon-to-be husband, Anthony, in Santa Monica for the first time. The idea of getting married in Santa Monica instead of LA is to relive their first meeting and also because, like me, Cami loves the beach. Leo told me all of this back at the jet. ¡°How long are you gonna keep ignoring me?¡± ¡°All week, if I have to,¡± I say, not sparing him a single nce. Dominique lets out a quietugh. Suddenly, he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. ¡°What?¡± I re at him. He holds my chin, not refusing to let go as he looks into my eyes. We¡¯re too close, so close, I can smell his masculine scent mixed with an expensive cologne. My eyes flutter shut and I breathe him in, wanting to savor the scent a little longer. ¡°I hate to see you mad.¡± ¡°Yeah? Maybe think of that before you go around digging shit about me and interrogating me like I¡¯m some fucking criminal.¡± I say, pushing him away as I shoot him a death re. ¡°Digging shit? I didn¡¯t dig anything about you.¡± ¡°Fuck you, Gray.¡± Thankfully, the car stops and I don¡¯t have to endure another long car drive with Dominique and his intense gaze. My door opens suddenly and I step out of the car, with Dominique¡¯s guard or driver, or whatever he is standing by the open door. Dominique follows suit as he stands next to me. I stare at the luxurious hotel in front of me in awe. Oceanside Hotels and Suites is written in bold letters at the entrance of the building.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. ¡°Can you at least behave for a few minutes as we check in? Then you can yell at me all you want once we¡¯re in our room.¡± Dominique says, his hand on my lower back as he stares at me. ¡°Why do you sound like we are a couple?¡± I ask as he leads me inside. ¡°We are a couple. Don¡¯t forget that. You should try to act like my girlfriend.¡± ¡°Of course, when you treat me like one.¡± I sh him a smug smile as I look away. I can feel Dominique¡¯s eyes on me and from my peripheral vision, he¡¯s smiling down at me. Once we are in the reception, Dominique gives the receptionist our reservation as she checks us in while I sit down on a couch. She hands Dominique a key card and Dominique takes it. ¡°A staff member will take you to your Suite, Sir.¡± Dominique nods as he turns to look at me. I stand up and walk toward him. As predicted, Dominique puts his arm around me as a staff member leads us to our room. We step out of the elevator and into a luxurious living room. I travel a lot, but this is one of the most beautiful Penthouse suites I¡¯ve seen. The walls of the living room are in white. There¡¯s a white couch, with white throw pillows in the living room. There¡¯s a ss table in front of the couch with a vase on top of the table. Inside the vase, there are fresh daisies. At the left side of the far end of the living room, there¡¯s a transparent wall that views the city, with a small white couch by it and a tall, arched standingmp. Outside, on the balcony, there¡¯s a white couch there, too, with a small coffee table. Not too far from the living room area is a small dining room that bleeds into the kitchen. Opposite the long white couch with throw pillows is a 78-inch t TV screen. As the worker talks to Dominique, I wander off, ncing at the furniture and even the art in this suite. I enter the room as I stare at this beautiful space. Everything in here is white too, with arge sma TV on one side of the wall. Next to the bed, is a transparent wall that views the ocean. I could wake up to this every morning and not get tired. I¡¯ve been craving a vacation for a long time but mymitment to my work wouldn¡¯t let me take one. Maybe I owe Dominique a thank you for bringing me here. It reminds me there are beautiful things to stare at. Sixty ¡°I guess you like it.¡± A familiar, husky voice says and I notice he¡¯s standing behind me. I can feel his warmth even though he¡¯s not touching me yet. If I take a little step back, I¡¯ll be rubbing my butt against his crotch. Dominique surprisingly puts his arms around me and spins me around so that we¡¯re staring at each other. ¡°I¡¯m sorry if you think I was interrogating you. Genuinely, I was only trying to get to know you,¡± he whispers. With his left arm still around my waist, Dominique brings his right hand to my hair and pushes a few wayward strands out of my face and behind my ear. ¡°I promise I¡¯m not gonna talk about shit like that unless you want to talk about it.¡± he brings his gaze to my eyes and then he shifts it to my lips, lingering for a few seconds before he brings his gaze to my eyes again. ¡°You are beautiful.¡± His sweet words go straight to my brain, shutting it down and sending electricity down my spine and straight to my toes. I have never felt this way before, not with anyone. God, what¡¯s this man doing to me?Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. ¡°Sounding all sweet and romantic will not make me change my mind about sharing a bed. You¡¯re taking the couch.¡± I step away from his hold, regretting it the minute his hands slip away from me. I hate to think I love his hands on me and I¡¯d give anything to have him hold me like that again. Dominiqueughs, the sound bouncing off the walls of the bedroom. ¡°Are you sure I can¡¯t change your mind?¡± ¡°No, you can¡¯t,¡± I say as I turn toward the built-in wardrobe door and pull it open. Behold, there are different kinds of clothing here. Ranging from dresses, tops, bags, and even shoes, all of them designers. And obviously for me. Is this why he said I shouldn¡¯t pack a bag? I turn around to stare at Dominique who¡¯s been watching me with an unfamiliar glint in his eyes. ¡°Are these mine?¡± ¡°Yes. They are all yours.¡± ¡°Huh.¡± I¡¯m smiling as I turn to look at this closet stacked with expensive clothes that are enough to wear for months. I pull open the drawer at the bottom, surprised to find different kinds of jewelry in it. Watches, bracelets, nes. All of them are expensive. This may mean nothing, but I feel special. Like this is real when it¡¯s not. I am here because I lost a game. It feels like we are an actual couple out here on a vacation. And I hate to admit it, but I am happy I lost. A part of me wishes this is real. Maybe spending some time with Dominique and his family is something I need. ¡°Wow. They¡¯re pretty and expensive. Thank you.¡± I turn to look at Dominique, a big smile on my face. ¡°You didn¡¯t have to do all of this, you know? These are a lot.¡± ¡°They are all yours,¡± he answers dismissively. ¡°It¡¯s nothing really.¡± ¡°It¡¯s something to me. Thanks.¡± ¡°It¡¯s the least I can do. I brought you out here, remember?¡± ¡°Trying to y nice doesn¡¯t suit you at all.¡± I point out and he chuckles. ¡°How did you know my size?¡± ¡°I may have sent the personal shopper a photo of you.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°Nope. I reached out to Monique through Leo. She told him you were a size 8.¡± Dominique says, a yful smile on his lips as I shake my head. ¡°Of course, it¡¯s Monique. I¡¯m gonna kill her.¡± I mutter under my breath. ¡°Thank you for this. And for the clothes. I hate to admit it, but I¡¯m d you brought me out here.¡± ¡°Hmm. I¡¯m happy you like them,¡± he says, a small smile ying on his lips. I nod, blushing. I can¡¯t remember thest time a man made me blush. ¡°I should leave you to get ready.¡± ¡°Get ready for what?¡± ¡°To introduce you to the family.¡± Dominique gives me a mischievous smile as he turns to the bedroom door. ¡°Wait! What? We can¡¯t do that tomorrow? I¡¯m jetgged and trust me I¡¯m not the best version of myself when I¡¯m having motion sickness.¡± Dominique pauses by the door as he turns to look at me. ¡°Okay, tomorrow then.¡± ¡°Thanks.¡± I sh him a small seductive smirk as we stare at each other in heated passion. Dominique stalls, not moving from his position as he stares at me. ¡°I want to take a shower, Dom,¡± I whisper, biting the corner of my lip. ¡°I need a little privacy.¡± Dominique chuckles. ¡°Of course. Take your time.¡± With a smirk ying on his perfect face, Dominique steps out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. ¡°Fuck my life,¡± I mutter under my breath as I get undressed and walk toward the bathroom naked. Dominique hasn¡¯t returned and it¡¯s 9 pm. I¡¯m cuddled up on the couch opposite therge TV screen watching a murder documentary and I¡¯m sleepy already. After I took my bath, I had gone down to the beach with nothing but denim ripped shorts that were just below my butt and a white crop top as I watched the waves and the ocean. I nearly punched a guy in the nut who wouldn¡¯t take a hint after he tried to ask me out. Then I came back to our penthouse suite hoping Dominique was back, but he wasn¡¯t. I took another bath, ordered dinner for myself and room service brought it up. I changed into a red night dress with a short split on the left side of the dress and then I ate. After eating, I looked for a nket and wrapped it around myself to watch TV. There is a TV in the bedroom but for some reason, I chose the one in the living room and part of the reason was that Dominique wasn¡¯t here and I maybe, sort of missed him. Which was just pathetic and stupid. Earlier, I wanted to call him, but I realized I didn¡¯t have his number. As I stare at the TV, my eyelids are slowly closing up and I need sleep. I need to stay awake so when hees back from wherever he went, I can yell at him. I mean, how could he bring me here and then leave me alone, all by myself? I know I sound like a nagging annoying girlfriend right now, but he made me into this mess the minute he started whispering into my ears and telling me about how much he wants me, and how beautiful I look, and my heart started beating so fast whenever he¡¯s around. So, yes, this is all his fault. I fight the sleep away, blinking my eyes open, but failing. I yawn for the millionth time as I slowly give in to sleep, holding the nket tight against my chest. I don¡¯t know how long I¡¯ve been sleeping, but a warm hand on my body and a familiar scent stir me awake. With my eyes slightly open and also half asleep, I lock eyes with a pair of blue eyes that belong to the one man who has stirred up different kinds of emotions in my stomach. I notice he¡¯s walking and I¡¯m in his arms. Slowly, my back hits a soft,fy surface that feels like a bed. Dominique gently pushes my strands of hair out of my face as he stares into my eyes. He grabs theforter and covers me with it. ¡°Where were you?¡± I whisper, eyes slightly opened as they stare into his blue orbs. ¡°Go to sleep, babe.¡± Dominique smiles at me as he presses his lips to my forehead. When he pulls away, he lingers for a minute before standing up. With a deep sigh, Dominique stands up and disappears into the darkness as I slowly fall back to sleep. Sixty One I have always been an early bird because I work in a hospital and I always check in early. So waking up early has be a habit. I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I keep my toothbrush back. I haven¡¯t seen Dominique since I woke up so I assume he¡¯s still asleep. I run my fingers through my hair as I make my way out of the en-suite bathroom and go straight to the kitchen. I need coffee. In the living room, I pause on my track as I stare at Dominique lying on the couch sleeping. His hair is everywhere, sticking out in brown strands. His long legs are dangling off the couch with his right arm syed across his forehead and covering his eyes. His left hand is inside his gray sweats and there¡¯s a little strain on his face. Like he¡¯s having a bad dream. He looks innocent, like a regr man. Not to mention he looks really hot when he sleeps too. The drapes are drawn shut, the light from the standingmp the only source of light in here. I exhale, biting my bottom lip as I walk toward the kitchen. Thankfully, there is instant coffee, milk, and sugar in the cabs. I get to work, pouring teaspoons of coffee into a mug, sugar cubes, and putting a kettle of water on the fire. My phone pings, with a message notification disying on the screen. I reach for it and unlock it. It¡¯s a text message from Monique. From Monique: Hey, Bestie. How¡¯s California treating you? Did you share a bed with Dominique? I bet you guys even had a shower together. Give me all the fun deets now! I giggle as I instantly type a response. Me: In your dreams. We didn¡¯t share a bed. I made him sleep on the couch. And California is great. I haven¡¯t explored it yet, though. Will do thatter. The kettle starts to whistle and I turn the stove off. I pour water into the mug and add milk to it as I stir. There¡¯s a new message from Monique as I go through it. From Monique: You made him sleep on the couch? How could you? You are supposed to get ¡°your¡± man during this vacation and not push him away. I groan as I type a response with one hand while I stir my coffee with the other. Me: One, he¡¯s not my man. We only had sex once, but that doesn¡¯t mean we¡¯re automatically into each other. And for thest time, honey, nobody is getting anybody. I press send and keep my phone on the counter to properly stir my coffee. My phone buzzes with countless messages from Monique. I don¡¯t bother to read or go through them as I pull out one stool and sit down. ¡°None for me?¡± A familiar, hoarse voice says as I look up at once, locking eyes with beautiful blue eyes. Dominique stands by the kitchen door, with messy bed hair that looks really sexy on him, as he stares at me with a nk expression. My eyes sweep over his body, taking in the details of his toned arms, the outline of his toned stomach, and the tattoos on his golden skin, and lingering a little longer on his evident morning erection. Oh, boy. I gulp at the size of his length and memories of that night sh through my eyes as I bite my bottom lip and squeeze my thighs together. Dominique smirks at me when he catches me staring at his dick and I duck my head, staring at the mug of coffee in my hand. From the corner of my eyes, I notice Dominique staring at me. To hide my embarrassment and blush, I bring the coffee to my lips to take a sip. I hiss at once when the liquid touches my tongue and burns it. ¡°Fuck.¡± I scoff as I set the coffee down on the counter. ¡°Are you hurt?¡± Dominique asks. I look up to find Dominique beside me. His masculine scent and how sexy he looks right now give me an instant paralysis and I can¡¯t even make out words. Dominique exhales as he bends down so that we¡¯re eye to eye. He holds my chin and gestures for me to open my mouth. I obey, like his little sub as I slip out my tongue. He examines my tongue while I stare at the outline of his face and how attractive he looks even though he¡¯s just waking up. Dominique shifts his gaze to my eyes as he holds my gaze for a minute. From our proximity, I can feel the warmth seeping through his pores, I can smell his minty breath, obviously from brushing his teeth, and how he reeks of sex appeal. I can hear my heart beating in my ears by the way he¡¯s staring at me at this moment and all I want to do is pull him down and kiss him. ¡°Fuck.¡± Dominique exhales as he moves his gaze to my tongue. He clears his throat and taps his forefinger against my cheek, gesturing for me to put my tongue in my mouth. He stands upright and clears his throat again. ¡°There¡¯s a little sore on it. You¡¯ll be fine.¡± He steps away from me as he walks around the counter to stand on the other side opposite me. I don¡¯t say a word as I bring the mug to my mouth to blow air into it. ¡°Where were you yesterday? I waited.¡± Okay. Seriously, I told myself I was not going to do this. I am not going to be this girl. But instead, I¡¯m doing what I told myself I wouldn¡¯t do. ¡°You waited, huh?¡± Dominique smirks at me as he raises one eyebrow. I roll my eyes, scolding myself in my head. Now, he¡¯s going to think I¡¯m falling for him even though I don¡¯t want to acknowledge my feelings. And that¡¯s just¡­ crazy. ¡°You brought me to California and then you left me all alone here. So, yes, I waited.¡± ¡°That¡¯s sweet.¡± I scoff and roll my eyes as I take a sip from my coffee. Thankfully, it doesn¡¯t burn my tongue. I can still remember how he carried me from the living room to the bedroom and then he kissed my forehead. I don¡¯t know why, but I felt a different kind of feeling in the pit of my stomachst night. A strange kind of feeling and I sort of liked it. He¡¯s doing something to me and I don¡¯t understand what it is. Hate to think that I love every bit of it even though everything is happening too fast and it¡¯s confusing me. ¡°I was with Leo and Oliver.¡± ¡°Right.¡± ¡°I wanted to call you to tell you not to wait up, but then I realized I didn¡¯t have your number.¡± He gives me a look as he picks up my mug and takes a sip from my coffee. ¡°Are you asking me to give you my number?¡± Dominique smirks as he lowers the mug, hisplete attention on me. ¡°Yeah.¡± I chuckle, not surprised by his blunt reply. I unlock my phone, navigating to the dial pad as I hand him my phone. ¡°Your number.¡± Dominique sets the mug down and collects my phone from my hand. He types in his number, presses the call icon, and then types in something before giving me back my phone. I stare at the contact and the name he used in saving his number. Hunk with a red heart. ¡°Seriously? Hunk.¡± I smile and shake my head, chuckling. ¡°Don¡¯t change it.¡± He warns as he gives me a yful smirk before bringing my mug of coffee to his lips and gulping it. Instinctively, I flick my gaze to his Adam¡¯s apple as it bobs with every gulp. Dominique winks at me when he catches me staring as he sets the mug in front of me. ¡°You should go get ready. We¡¯re meeting my family for breakfast. They¡¯re eager to meet Dominique¡¯s mysterious girlfriend.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°Mmm-mm.¡± I pick up the mug and finish the coffee. ¡°What should I wear?¡± I ask as I stand up, with the empty mug in my hand as I turn around to rinse it. I can feel his eyes on my back, watching me. This nightdress is particrly short, just like every other nightdress he bought for me. It¡¯s an inch below my butt and I cannot bend down with this dress. Waiting for Dominique¡¯s response and getting none, I turn to stare at him from above my shoulder, only to find him staring at my butt. ¡°Aren¡¯t you shameless?¡± I ask, turning to face the sink as I rinse the mug under the running water. ¡°You look hot and I can¡¯t look away even though I want to.¡± ¡°Right,¡± I mutter under my breath as I dust off the water in the mug. I stand on my toes to open the kitchen cab as my dress rises a little, exposing the curve of my butt. I drop the mug inside it, pushing it further with my fingers which only results in my dress rising further and exposing more of my butt cheeks. I¡¯m wearing panties inside it and it¡¯s acy thong. Why¡¯s this erotic? Especially since I¡¯m a hundred percent sure Dominique is staring at my butt. I hear Dominique curse under his breath as he groans and clears his throat at the same time. I try not to smile knowing I had such an effect on him. I turn around to pick up the instant coffee and just as I predicted, Dominique is watching me. I shake my head, hating every nerve in my body for responding to his heated gaze. ¡°You know you could be a gentleman and look away,¡± I whisper, licking my bottom lip as I turn around again to drop the container of instant coffee. I freeze before I can stand on my toes. Dominique is behind me, his breath tickling the back of my neck. I can feel his growing erection against my lower back as my breath hitches in my throat and I bite down on my bottom lip. Blood rushes to my face and every other sensitive part of my body. Dominique takes the container from my hand and drops it inside the cab. ¡°You and I know you love it when I stare at you, Robyn,¡± he whispers into my ear.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. Dominique keeps back the pack of sugar as he shuts the cab. Slowly, he turns me around, pressing me against the sink and caging me. ¡°Why did you buy me these types of nightwear, then?¡± I ask when I finally find my voice. Dominique smirks. ¡°Cause I know you¡¯ll look good in them. But standing on your toes and showing me your butt is just something else, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about.¡± ¡°Of course, you do,¡± he whispers. ¡°You and I know you drive me insane and then you had to stand on your fucking toes.¡± He leans down to nuzzle my neck. ¡°You¡¯ve got me right where you want me, don¡¯t you? Tell me, Robyn. Did you do that on purpose?¡± He whispers into my ear, biting my earlobe as he slips his hand past the hem of my dress. A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it. His palm on my thigh is hot, setting my body on fire as he brushes his hand up my thigh to the curve of my butt. Dominique palms the flesh in his hand as he squeezes. ¡°Why don¡¯t you tell me why you bought me a short dress, Dom? You and I know the reason why you bought me this dress and every other short thing in that wardrobe. You like it when I tease you.¡± Dominique pulls his head back to stare into my eyes. He smirks, his lips a mere inch from mine as he bites his bottom lip. If only he could lean a little closer and m his lips on mine. I would really like that. ¡°Maybe I wanted to be in this position with you right now. And trust me when I say you¡¯ve got me wrapped around your pretty little fingers and my dick likes the attention you¡¯re giving it.¡± Dominique leans closer, pressing his hard-on against my stomach as he brings out his hand from inside my dress to torture me further. I want to push him away before this gets out of hand. But why can¡¯t I? I don¡¯t think I want to and my body doesn¡¯t disagree. I whimper and moan when his knuckles graze my hardened nipple. Dominique smirks, obviously enjoying torturing me as he holds my nipple in between his fingers and starts to roll it through the thin silky material. We are in the danger zone and I don¡¯t feel like pushing him away at this moment. I don¡¯t want to. I slip my hand inside his shirt to feel his warm skin as I lean closer, our lips brushing against each other. ¡°Aren¡¯t you a little tease?¡± Dominique groans against my lips as he palms my breast. Slowly, he kneads it against his hand, a moan escapes my lips and I almost climax. I run my palm down his chest, slowly bringing my palm lower as I hook my finger around the waistband of his sweats. ¡°Why don¡¯t you just shut up and kiss me already?¡± I whisper against his lips as I grab his dick through his sweats. Dominique groans and pinches my nipple. ¡°What are you doing? If you continue, I¡¯m going to have to fuck you against this counter. That¡¯s unless you beg for it.¡± God, what am I doing? Wasn¡¯t I the one who said we¡¯re never going down this path again? Why am I letting him torture me like this? ¡°Kiss me, Dom,¡± I whisper, my eyes flutter shut as he continues to roll my hard nipple in between his fingers. ¡°I told you I won¡¯t, not unless you beg me to.¡± And then he pulls away, leaving me starved and horny, with frustration building up in my core. Is he crazy? What the fuck just happened? I spring my eyes open, anger evident in my face. ¡°What the fuck, Dominque?¡± ¡°You sound frustrated,¡± he says as he smirks at me. ¡°I am frustrated.¡± ¡°Good. Just what I want you to be.¡± Slowly, he turns and heads toward the kitchen door, leaving me speechless and sexually frustrated at the same time. He stops and turns to look at me, a smug smirk ying on his lips. ¡°Breakfast is by 9. Wear something hot.¡± And then he walks away. Oh, he¡¯s going to pay for this. Sixty Two My mission, during this breakfast meeting with his family, is to get my revenge on Dominique for leaving me sexually frustrated. Earlier when I was taking my bath, I had touched myself to get the edge off while I shamelessly imagined Dominique touching me in the ces where I desperately craved his attention. Adding a final touch to my lipstick, I stand up and walk toward the full-length mirror by the built-in wardrobe. I stare at my reflection, pleased by my look. I¡¯m wearing a spaghetti-strap burgundy jumpsuit with a draped cor, with ace-up backless design. It¡¯s body-hugging, entuating my curves, my butt, and even my thighs. My feet are covered in 4-inch clear stilettos. I look sexy. Dominique said to look hot and I didn¡¯t have to try because every piece of clothing inside the wardrobe is sexy. Handpicked by a woman who knows what to wear to seduce a man and with this outfit, Dominique would not be able to peel his eyes off of me. Wearing a Tom Ford unisex perfume to finish the look, I grab my white purse and stroll out of the bedroom. Dominique is by the balcony smoking when I step into the living room. His elbows are leaning against the barricade as he stares at the city. I stand still, my heart beating erratically against my chest as I stare at the man who manages to make me lose my breath without even touching me. Dominique slowly turns his head as we lock eyes. Instinctively, he runs his eyes over my body, a familiar glint in his eyes as he stands upright. Taking the smoke from between his lips, Dominique crushes it on the ashtray on top of the coffee table. He slides the balcony door open and like a predator, he stalks forward, eyes not leaving my form and leaving me breathless. Suddenly, my mouth is dry as I watch him, with his undivided attention on me. Dominique is wearing ck on ck. ck cks and a ck dress shirt with half the buttons unbuttoned, paired with ck dress shoes. A breathy sigh escapes my lips when he stands in front of me, his expensive and intoxicating cologne, mixed with a cigarette smell, blocking my senses. He looks stressed, unlike the man who almost gave me an orgasm an hour ago. ¡°Hi.¡± I attempt to start a conversation. Dominique smiles, the smile not quite reaching his eyes as he brings his gaze down my body for the second time. ¡°You look beautiful.¡± I blush. ¡°You don¡¯t look bad yourself.¡± ¡°Huh. Thank you.¡± ¡°You know cigarettes are bad for your health, right?¡± Dominique chuckles and licks his bottom lip. ¡°I know. I don¡¯t smoke all the time. I try not to make a habit of it.¡± ¡°Are you okay?¡± I ask, slipping my purse under my arm as I bring my hand to his shirt and start to button the buttons. His muscles are tense underneath my fingers as I work his buttons. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t look okay. You look tense. Is something wrong?¡± Dominique stalls, his eyes locked on mine as he runs his fingers through my hair. ¡°You know, you don¡¯t have to act like my girlfriend when we¡¯re behind closed doors.¡± ¡°And you had to ruin it, huh?¡± I re at him as I work thest button. ¡°I actually care, Dominique. This is not an act.¡± Dominique exhales as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me a little closer so that our bodies are touching. ¡°You know the right things to wear to drive me insane.¡± Dominique whispers, his fingers toying with thece on my bare back with his other hand on my butt. ¡°You look really beautiful right now and I¡¯m tempted to skip breakfast with my family and eat you instead.¡± My pussy clench at his choice of words and my stomach flutters at his feather-like touch on my bare back. ¡°Are you dodging our previous conversation because you don¡¯t want to talk to me?¡± ¡°I just don¡¯t want to talk about it.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± I give him an assuring smile. I don¡¯t know why but I want to make sure Dominique knows I¡¯m here for him if he needs me or if he needs to talk to anyone.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. Dominique exhales, pulls his hands away from me, and takes a step back as he offers me his right hand. My smile widens as I nt my palm on his. Electricity shoots through my veins at our contact as he leads me to the elevator. ¡°What is your family like?¡± I ask. ¡°One word;plicated.¡± His family is dining at the VIP reserved table at a secluded corner of the hotel¡¯s restaurant. I hear chatter before I see them. Dominique squeezes my hand that¡¯s interlocked with his as he gives me an assuring smile. I don¡¯t know why he¡¯s trying to assure me but I¡¯m pretty sure he¡¯s trying to assure himself more. I¡¯m not good with new people and that is because I don¡¯t really care what anyone has to say about me. During the time Damien and I were dating, he had taken me home to see his parents once and they liked me. When we broke things off, his mother called me to inquire what had happened and I just gave her an excuse. The few guys I¡¯ve had a rtionship with, we don¡¯t make it to the point where he has to introduce me to his family. And that¡¯s because I always call things off or we have a mutual break up when we can¡¯t tolerate each other anymore. ¡°Oh, my God, Dom!¡± A cheery high high-pitched voice screams and before I can register what¡¯s going on, a blonde puts her arms around Dominique, nearly knocking me to the ground if it wasn¡¯t for Dominique who¡¯s still holding my hand. She hugs him a lot longer, squeezing him and pulling him into her. Slowly, she pulls back, a big smile on her face as she flips her hair to the side. Who the fuck is this? ¡°Oh, My God. I haven¡¯t seen you in forever. You look good. What¡¯s your secret?¡± The blonde says. She has a British ent which makes her a lot more irritating. God, I hate her already. Sensing my irritation, Dominique squeezes my hand. ¡°Hey, Aimee. Meet my girlfriend, Robyn.¡± The word ¡°girlfriend¡± slips out of Dominique¡¯s mouth effortlessly and I love the sound of it. Even though this is supposed to be an act, it feels so freaking real. For the first time, Aimee shifts her gaze to me, a sour look on her face as she quickly masks it with a fake smile. ¡°Hi, Robyn. I¡¯m Aimee. The bride¡¯s best friend. You look beautiful.¡± ¡°Hmm. Thanks.¡± I don¡¯t try to hide my disdain for her and she catches onto my attitude immediately. ¡°Hello, Dom.¡± Cami smiles at her brother as she wraps her arms around him in an embrace. Dominique puts an arm around her, still not letting go of my hand. Cami pulls away as she turns to look at me, still wearing a big smile. Ms. British ent has gone back to sit down. ¡°Hi. I¡¯m Cami, this dickhead¡¯s younger sister. And you are?¡± ¡°This dickhead¡¯s girlfriend. I¡¯m Robyn.¡± I sh Cami a small smile. I notice Dominique¡¯s eyes on me as Cami leans forward to peck me on both cheeks. ¡°You look beautiful and oddly familiar.¡± ¡°I was your nurse at St. Jose the day they brought you in.¡± ¡°Oh!¡± she giggles. ¡°Of course, it¡¯s you. Wait, you guys were dating then?¡± ¡°Something like that.¡± ¡°Come on, let me introduce you to the family.¡± Cami steals me away, as she leads me toward a very long table with her supposed family upying almost every seat. ¡°Hey, guys!¡± Cami says as everyone turns to look at me. ¡°This is Robyn, Dom¡¯s girlfriend. Robyn, meet my husband-to-be, Anthony,¡± Cami points at a man with honey-blonde hair. ¡°Hi,¡± the man smiles at me. ¡°Pleased to meet you.¡± ¡°You too.¡± I give Anthony a small smile. ¡°You¡¯ve already met Aimee, she¡¯s my best friend.¡± Aimee gives me a look as she raises a ss of wine to her lips. I give her a stink eye. Cami introduces everyone at the table as she finally points to an older woman with a dark olive skin tone and straight ck hair. ¡°This is my mother, Carlotta Romano, and her husband Pascal Romano.¡± ¡°Hello,¡± I smile at the older woman and her husband. If Pascal is Carlotta¡¯s husband, where is Cami¡¯s father? Carlotta smiles at me as she pulls me down to kiss me on the cheeks. Okay, that was unexpected. ¡°You¡¯re a beautiful young woman.¡± She says to me in Italian as she smiles at me. ¡°Thank you very much,¡± I respond in Italian and her smile only widens. Dominique clears his throat as he pulls out a seat for me to sit down. I tell him thanks and sit down. He pulls out the seat next to my right and sits down next to me. His mother is three seats to his right and Dominique hasn¡¯t nced at her for a second. ¡°Dom.¡± Carlotta greets her son with a nod and a small smile. Dominique turns to look at his mom, his eyebrows strained as he gives her a nod of his own, not offering anything else. Cami clears her throat and sits down next to her husband-to-be. There¡¯s tension in the air and I¡¯m guessing it¡¯s because of Dominique and his mom. It¡¯s obvious they have a strained rtionship and the mother is the only one trying to amend it. ¡°You look really good.¡± Leo, who¡¯s sitting by my left side, leans down to whisper into my ear. ¡°Thank you. You don¡¯t look bad yourself.¡± I say to Leo. ¡°Huh?¡± Leo says with a smirk. ¡°I hope everyone brought an appetite?¡± Cami says as three waitresses surround our table and they set different kinds of meals on the table. Sixty Three I turn to look at Dominique who still has a strain on his face as he stares at nothing. His body is here but his mind is not here. I ce my hand on his thigh and squeeze. Dominique looks down at my hand on his thigh as he turns to look at me. I give him an assuring smile and he smiles in return. Slowly, I feel his rigid muscles start to rx underneath my touch as he lets out a sigh. ¡°Sorry, I¡¯mte.¡± A baritone voice says as we turn toward the source of the voice. A man dressed in a ck well-tailored suit appears from nowhere as he leans down to kiss Cami on the cheek. He stands upright and turns to look at us. ¡°Hello, everyone.¡± ¡°Hi, Lorenzo.¡± A few voices echo around me as Lorenzo sits down next to Aimee and directly opposite me. He locks eyes with me for a long minute as a yful smirk ys on his lips. Damn, he¡¯s fine. He has dark golden skin, jet ck hair, a pointed long nose, a toned and well-defined body, a defined jawline, and piercing dark brown eyes. He¡¯s the same height and size as Dominique, with Dominique a lot more sexy and attractive. ¡°Aunt Carlotta.¡± Lorenzo nods in acknowledgment as he turns to her husband. ¡°Pascal.¡± ¡°Hello, Lorenzo.¡± Carlotta smiles at the man. ¡°What¡¯s he doing here?¡± Dominique speaks for the first time since we sat down. Lorenzo chuckles as he turns to look at Dominique. ¡°Thest time I checked, Dom, I¡¯m also part of this family.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Dominique¡¯s tone is venomous. What¡¯s going on in his family anyway? Do they all have grievances against each other? Cami gives me a sympathetic look while the others pretend to dig into their food as the waitresses leave. He did tell me their family wasplicated, but I wasn¡¯t expecting this level ofplications. ¡°The only person at this table who is not a family, is yourpdog Oliver. What is he doing here anyway?¡± Lorenzo stares at Dominique, a smug smirk on his face. ¡°The fuck is wrong with you, Lorenzo?¡± Leo says, shooting Lorenzo a death re. ¡°Guys!¡± Cami calls, giving warning stares at the men. ¡°Please stop. Whatever beef you have against each other, put it on hold because it¡¯s my wedding and I won¡¯t let any of you ruin it for me. If you can¡¯t do that for me, you¡¯re allowed to leave. And Dom, I invited Lorenzo because he¡¯s our cousin. For my sake try to behave.¡± She gives her brother a pleading stare as he sighs. ¡°Thank you,¡± Cami says as she lets out an exasperated sigh. We start to eat in silence, the atmosphere around the room slowly dissipates and the tension decreases. My n for this breakfast was to make Dominique pay for what he did to me in the kitchen in our hotel suite, but I¡¯m putting a pause on my grand scheme. There are a lot of unresolved issues going on with his family and this is not the right ce and time to exact my revenge. When we finish eating, the waitressese back to clear the table with two bottles of wine. ¡°I¡¯m sorry you had to see that.¡± Dominique whispers into my ear as he interlocks his fingers with mine underneath the table. ¡°It¡¯s okay.¡± I give him an assuring smile. ¡°It¡¯s not like my family is perfect anyway.¡± ¡°I hope I get to meet them someday,¡± Dominique says, his words make my heart skip a beat. I don¡¯t get enough time toprehend what he just said as Carlotta speaks up. ¡°So, Robyn, how did you two meet?¡± Carlotta asks as she looks at me. ¡°Oh.¡± I nce at Dominique and he¡¯s smiling at me. Traitor. ¡°Um¡­¡± I nce around the table, surprised that I have everybody¡¯s attention. ¡°Dominique and I met in a parking lot. I was backing out of the parking lot and I hit his Rolls Royce. I didn¡¯t bother toe down from my car and apologize, which was a dick move, and I just fled the scene.¡±N?velDrama.Org is the owner. Cami and her fianceugh, including the others. ¡°That was a romantic first-time meeting,¡± Cami says. ¡°Cheesy,¡± Aimee, aka, bitchface mutters under her breath as she takes a sip from her ss of wine. I ignore her. ¡°Then we met again at a party and I apologized about the damage but Dominique insisted he wanted payment in the form of a date. And so I agreed to go on a date with him and everything else was a blur.¡± I say, the half-truth slipping out of my tongue seamlessly. Dominique turns to look at me, a smirk on his lips as he removes his hand from mine and ces it on my thigh. He rubs small circles on my knees and the little gesture only makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter. ¡°So what do you do, Ronin? Are you a model? I¡¯m sure you¡¯re not an actress, I would have seen your face on TV. Unless you¡¯re a struggling actress.¡± Aimee asks as she looks at me, a mischievous smile on her thin lips. ¡°It¡¯s Robyn, not Ronin.¡± I correct her even though I¡¯m pretty sure she knows my name. ¡°That¡¯s what I said. Robyn.¡± ¡°I¡¯m a nurse. What do you do?¡± ¡°I¡¯m an interior designer. I¡¯ve designed a lot of buildings in New York and several other cities and states. That was how Dom and I met. I designed his penthouse suite a few years ago.¡± Aimee says, her over-the-top British ent makes it a lot easier to hate her more. ¡°Oh.¡± I turn to look at Dominique, thanking my stars I¡¯m a good actress and the jealousy and irritation I¡¯m feeling right now are not showing on my face. ¡°You two used to date?¡± ¡°Something like that,¡± Aimee says as she steals a nce at Dominique who¡¯s also staring at her. There¡¯s a warning look in his eyes as he stares at Aimee but Aimee pretends not to acknowledge it. ¡°It was nothing serious. Just a casual fling.¡± Dominique says softly as he looks at me. I know I¡¯m supposed to be his pretend girlfriend and I¡¯m supposed to be jealous of this new information because I¡¯m his pretend girlfriend. But right now, I¡¯m actually angry and jealous and it¡¯s not an act. Aimee is evidently his type. Blonde hair, fuller boobs, a British ent, a little taller than me, and she¡¯s got ss. So I¡¯m not surprised Dominique has slept with her. The thought repulses me and I badly want to throw up, but before I do that, I want to grab her blonde locks and m her face against the table repeatedly. Why is she a fucking bitch? Hating on me for no reason other than the fact that I¡¯m Dominique¡¯s supposed girlfriend. God, she¡¯s full of shit. ¡°It¡¯s okay. I¡¯m not angry.¡± I say, grabbing my ss of wine as I bring it to my lips. The table is oddly silent as they stare at Aimee and me. I¡¯m not a drama doll and I¡¯m not going to give this fucking skank a show by acting all jealous in front of his family. I know that¡¯s what she wants. To see me put on a show. ¡°Dominique was a wild card before I tamed him. I didn¡¯t think he liked blondes, though. Always had been a brte guy. I guess that was why it was casual and it didn¡¯tst.¡± I sh Aimee a smug smile. She¡¯s dumbfounded as she gives me a discreet stink eye which suddenly morphs into a small smile. Yeah, cunt. Sit on that. ¡°So, Cam, how long have you been together before you guys finally decided to tie the knot? You guys seem so in love.¡± I say, shifting the attention from me. Cami smiles as she and Anthony tell us the story of how they met. Dominique leans down to whisper into my ear, his hand on my mid-thigh as he squeezes a little, almost leaving me needy for his touch. ¡°Aimee was nothing. Like you said, it didn¡¯tst.¡± I whisper back. ¡°I don¡¯t care.¡± Oh, but I care. I care a lot but he doesn¡¯t have to know that. Sixty Four Something is happening to me. Something strange, and I don¡¯t like it. I have never felt an emotion called jealousy before and right now, that¡¯s what I¡¯m feeling. Jealousy. I¡¯m at Oceanside and Suites private beach, dressed in a one-piece white beach wear that brings out my curves and entuates my breasts. I came out here to escape this strange feeling of jealousy that I¡¯m feeling right now all because I found out Aimee and Dominique have slept with each other before and Aimee is just throwing it at my face to make me mad and she¡¯s seeding. With sunsses on, I turn toward a familiar high-pitched giggle as I burn holes into her skin with my eyes. Aimee is talking with Dominique, her hands all over his body and he seems to be enjoying it. ¡°You know you¡¯re torturing yourself, right?¡± A deep voice says beside me as I whip my head around, locking eyes with a pair of brown eyes that belong to Lorenzo. He¡¯s sitting on the sun lounger next to mine as he pushes his sunsses into his hair. I shamelessly run my gaze over his toned torso that is bare. He¡¯s shirtless, and both his arms are covered in colorful tattoos that end in his wrists. There are a few tattoos across his chest, the writings bleed into the tattoos on his arms. Boy, this man is good-looking and attractive. But he¡¯s nothingpared to Dominique and not to mention Dominique¡¯s got me wrapped around his fingers and I didn¡¯t know that until now. God, He¡¯s messing with my head. ¡°Hey,¡± he smiles at me. ¡°Hi.¡± ¡°I have not officially introduced myself to you. I¡¯m Lorenzo. Dominique¡¯s cousin.¡± ¡°Yeah. I know. I¡¯m Robyn.¡± Lorenzo smirks and runs his eyes over my body, pleased by how I look. ¡°So you and Dominique, huh?¡± I exhale and shift my gaze toward Aimee and Dominique. Aimee has been doing the talking and from Dominique¡¯s bodynguage, he¡¯s had enough. Or maybe that¡¯s what he wants me to see. The scene is hurting my eyes, so I turn away to stare at the beach. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Hmm. God, you¡¯re not a very good liar, are you?¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± I turn to look at Lorenzo. ¡°I mean one look at you, it¡¯s pretty obvious you¡¯re not his girlfriend. I don¡¯t think Dominique will easilymit to anyone.¡± ¡°Well, you¡¯re wrong. We¡¯re dating.¡± ¡°Yeah? Then what¡¯s he doing over there with Aimee when he¡¯s supposed to be here with you? Should I also add that what happened between the two of them was more than casual, at least for Aimee. She¡¯s so in love with Dom, I can barelyprehend why.¡± Lorenzo says, his gaze fixed on Aimee and Dominique not too far from us before he brings his gaze back to my eyes. ¡°You¡¯re a beautiful woman, Robyn. You should be having fun, not ying Dominique Gray¡¯s pretend girlfriend.¡± ¡°Why don¡¯t you let me worry about that?¡± Lorenzo chuckles, his teeth white and perfect. He¡¯s got a good dentist, I give him that. ¡°Sure. If you wanna have fun, I¡¯m avable. I like you, Robyn.¡± ¡°In case you¡¯re forgetting, I¡¯m with Dominique.¡± ¡°Yeah, fucking Emilio. He always gets the good stuff, huh?¡± Lorenzo mutters as he rubs his knuckles on his stubble. He smiles again and shifts his gaze to something behind me. Obviously, it¡¯s Aimee and Dominique that¡¯s got his attention. ¡°So I¡¯m gonna go because your boyfriend is heading toward us. You should think about what I told you.¡± Lorenzo wears his sunsses and stands up as he walks away. I turn my head around to stare at Dominique as I watch him walk toward where I¡¯m sitting with a nk expression on his face as he holds my gaze. I try to look away, but like every other person on this beach, I find it hard to peel my eyes off this alluring man. The few times I¡¯ve been around him, I¡¯ve noticed hemands attention to himself wherever he goes. As he walks, he exudes an irresistible allure that captivates the people around him. His piercing blue eyes hold a hint of mystery and danger which only draws people in. People like me. No matter how hard I¡¯ve tried to stay away from him, I can¡¯t. Because something keeps pulling me closer. He knows how to push my buttons and how to get under my skin, something no one else has ever figured out. And he knows the right words to say that leave me putty in his hands. And beneath all the facade of wealth and power, Dominique Gray is a caring and loving man, maybe a little bit maniptive, but he¡¯s a great guy and I hate that a part of me is slowly falling for that guy. I look away from him as he nears me and I pick up the Cosmopolitan magazine I picked up from the hotel reception, open a random page, and pretend to go through it just to avoid Dominique. The sunlounger Lorenzo was upying just a few minutes ago shifts under a new weight. I know it¡¯s him. His mesmerizing scent fills my brain and heat rushes to my face. Thanks to the magazine in my hands and the beach straw hat I¡¯m wearing that shields my face from him. ¡°You seem busy.¡± His gruff voice says. His warm breath tickles my ear and I notice he¡¯s a lot closer to me than I¡¯d like. ¡°What are you doing?¡± I ask, not looking at him as I hold my breath, the butterflies in my belly somersaulting. ¡°Trying to look at what you¡¯re reading.¡± I drop the magazine on my thighs and turn to look at him, my face nearly mming into his. I draw in a sharp breath at our close proximity. Slowly, Dominique reaches forward and removes my sunsses as he looks into my eyes. ¡°Now I can see you.¡± He whispers as he drops his gaze to the magazine on my thighs. ¡°Don¡¯t ask,¡± I re at him as I turn to look at the ocean up ahead. ¡°I picked it up from the reception because I needed something to keep me busy.¡± Dominique chuckles. ¡°Okay. Nice swimsuit though. It looks good on you.¡± ¡°I know,¡± I say as I turn to give him a smug smile.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. ¡°Did you also know a lot of men couldn¡¯t peel their eyes off of you?¡± Dominique asks, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine as he shifts his gaze to my lips, down to my tits. ¡°Ah! You noticed. That¡¯s a surprise considering Aimee was all over you.¡± I say and look away, my eyes fixed on the beach and the people running toward the wave. Dominique chuckles. Hisughter only made me more mad. ¡°Were you jealous?¡± I was jealous but he doesn¡¯t have to know that. ¡°I don¡¯t care who you flirt with, Dominique,¡± I say as I turn to sh him a smug smile even though I definitely care. ¡°Aimee likes attention.¡± ¡°Yeah. But that doesn¡¯t excuse the fact that you fucked her.¡± The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. I bite down on my bottom lip as I look away at once. Why did I just say that? Why? Why? Why, Robyn? If he doesn¡¯t believe I was jealous before, now he does, and all thanks to yours truly because I don¡¯t know when to keep my emotions in check. ¡°Robyn, look at me.¡± ¡°No.¡± Dominique exhales and holds my chin as he tilts my head around so that I¡¯m looking at him. I re at him but Dominique doesn¡¯t care. ¡°God, you look sexy when you¡¯re mad.¡± I swat his arm but that doesn¡¯t make him let go of my chin. Dominique chuckles as I re at him. When hisugh dies, he licks his bottom lip and looks at me. ¡°Like I said, Aimee likes attention and she likes it when people give her attention. What happened between Aimee and me was a long time ago and it was meaningless. It was a one-time thing. I was drunk, I let my guard down and the rest of that night was a blur. Aimee means nothing to me and she knows that what we had was nothing more than a casual hookup.¡± ¡°Yeah? But Aimee doesn¡¯t think so.¡± Dominique smirks as he shifts his gaze to my lips for a second before he brings his gaze back to my eyes. ¡°You know you can admit you¡¯re jealous, right?¡± ¡°You wish.¡± I re harder as Dominique holds my gaze. He sighs and lets go of my chin as he leans back. ¡°What were you and Lorenzo talking about?¡± ¡°Nothing that concerns you.¡± ¡°I know I can¡¯t tell you what to do but I don¡¯t like the way he looks at you.¡± ¡°Are you jealous?¡± Dominique leans forward, his elbows on his knees as he whispers, ¡°I am.¡± His reply catches me off guard and he notices it too. ¡°I get angry when other men look at you, Robyn. I should be the only one who gets to look at you and admire how beautiful you are.¡± Sixty Five ¡°I get angry when other men look at you, Robyn. I should be the only one who gets to look at you and admire how beautiful you are.¡± Shit. I¡¯m speechless for the millionth time since I met him. He¡¯s rendered me speechless. ¡°There you are!¡± A familiar voice calls, breaking me from Dominique¡¯s spell. I don¡¯t know who they are but I¡¯m d they came right when I needed them. I needed an escape out of this awkward situation before I did something stupid and God answered my prayers. I turn away from Dominique¡¯spelling gaze to find Cami standing in front of me, Aimee by her side. I notice Aimee¡¯s attention on Dominique and I have this urge to punch her in the gut. ¡°Hey, Dom.¡± Cami greets her brother. ¡°Hey,¡± Dominique says to her. I notice he has his eyes on me even when he answers Cami¡¯s greetings. Heat rushes to my face and butterflies jubte in my stomach. Things this man does to me. They are things I don¡¯t understand, yet I love every bit of it. ¡°Hey, Cami,¡± I say.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. ¡°Do you mind if I snatch your girlfriend? The girls and I want to hit the spa and I would love to get to know her better.¡± Cami says to Dominique. ¡°Well, that¡¯s up to her.¡± Shit. As much as I¡¯d love to get out of this awkward situation with Dominique, I despise the idea of being alone with Cami and her Hollywood friends. I already despise Aimee and I badly want to hurt her unless she stops looking at and talking to Dominique. Imagine being in her presence for another hour or two. I¡¯m going to have to fucking kill her. ¡°Sure. I would love to.¡± I say and stand up. Slowly, I bend down to pick my cover-up, with my butt in Dominique¡¯s face as I wrap it around my waist. I hear him cuss under his breath and I smile, happy I¡¯m leaving him sexually frustrated. I grab my sunsses and put them on as I turn around to look at Dominique whose irises are dark with lust swirling in them. I lean down to kiss him on the cheek as I whisper in his ear. ¡°I hope you had a good view?¡± I stand upright, a small smirk on my lips as Dominique watches me, a frustrated sound leaves his lips. ¡°Don¡¯t miss me too much, darling.¡± I turn to look at Cami who¡¯s grinning at me as she loops her arm around mine. I don¡¯t miss the sour look on Aimee¡¯s face. I just hope she chokes on her own spit. As Cami pulls me away, I add an extra sway to my hips as I walk. I can feel Dominique¡¯s eyes on my body as I go. I turn to look at him from above my shoulder, and just like I predicted he¡¯s staring at me. I wink at him as Dominique smirks and chuckles under his breath. I look away, heat rushing to my face as my stomach flutters. I can hear my heart beating erratically against my chest with the realization that I¡¯m the one who¡¯s got his attention out of the hundred people on this beach. Fuck me. How badly am I falling anyway? Real bad, if you ask me. Real fucking bad. *** The spa session with Cami and her bridesmaids was unbearable just like I imagined. Cami is nice. She¡¯s friendly and humble, but her friends are privileged cunts. I¡¯m sorry I had to use that word. Some of them spent the entire session talking about themselves, especially Aimee. God, that woman is so irritating. I still can¡¯t believe Dominique would sleep with her. Well, Aimee¡¯s got the looks, obviously. But the minute she opens her mouth, shit, she¡¯s the most annoying person I¡¯ve ever met. Talk about a cliche. A lot of guys would definitely want a piece of her if she lets them. And to top it all, she¡¯s got rich parents. How did I know that? She talked about them too. It¡¯s nightfall and Cami dragged me and her three friends, Aimee included, to this luxurious club in LA. Cami and her friends are dancing on the dance floor as I excuse them to go sit at the bar as I order three shots. I¡¯m exhausted and I badly need to rest my feet. The bartender sets my order in front of me as he leaves. I grab a shot and throw my head back to gulp the alcohol. The liquid burns my throat as I m the empty shot ss down. I¡¯m tipsy, maybe a little drunk and agitated. Part of it is because I still can¡¯t get Dominique¡¯s words out of my head no matter how hard I¡¯ve tried. ¡°I get angry when other men stare at you, Robyn. I should be the only one who gets to look at you and admire how beautiful you are.¡± As badly as I want these simple words to remain simple, I know there¡¯s a meaning behind his words. He¡¯s staked his im on me and the thought alone is making me question all the things I¡¯ve taught myself sinceing to New York. My principles. Every fucking thing. I grab the second shot and gulp the entirety of it as I m the empty ss down. ¡°Are you having a celebration? You¡¯ve been downing every one of these shots like a hungry tigress.¡± A British ent says beside me as I turn toward the source of the voice. Aimee stands next to me, a small smile on her lips as she watches me. She¡¯s trying to act nice and she sucks at it. ¡°What¡¯s it you¡¯re drinking?¡± ¡°It¡¯s called shots.¡± I snap at her. ¡°I know. What kind?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t care to ask,¡± I say as I turn away from her. My emotions and hormones are messing with me tonight and thest person I want to talk to tonight is the person standing next to me. ¡°Sure thing, Greta.¡± She called me the wrong name for the tenth time today. I turn to re at her. ¡°Why are you a fucking skank?¡± Aimee tilts her head to the side as she feigns innocence. ¡°I¡¯m sorry?¡± ¡°If you can¡¯t call my name properly, maybe shut the fuck up.¡± Aimee chuckles sadly. ¡°I¡¯m still trying to wrap my head around why Dom chose you.¡± ¡°Yeah? Keep trying to wrap your head around it, you might probably realize you are a fucking bitch and no one can stand you. That¡¯s how pathetic you are.¡± I pick up thest shot and I gulp the liquid as I m the ss down. I stand, obviously drunk as I match Aimee¡¯s fiery gaze. ¡°You¡¯re nothing. You¡¯re like a mosquito, loud and insignificant. And do me a favor, stay the fuck away from my man. You look at him ever again I¡¯m going to gauge your fucking eyes out. Don¡¯t ever talk to him ever again. Read my lips, you¡¯re nothing.¡± I turn to walk away as I stop on my track to stare at Aimee who is ring at me. ¡°By the way, the whorehouse called, you¡¯re due by twelve,¡± I smirk at her as I walk away, heading toward the exit. I can¡¯t believe I just called Dominique my man. Is he though? Maybe I shouldn¡¯t have attacked Aimee like that. me it on the alcohol and jealousy. What she had with Dominique was a long time ago, and yet the idea alone makes me mad. At least she¡¯s going to stay out of my hair through the duration of this vacation. My phone rings in my bag, Katy Perry Roar sting within the confinement of my purse as I step outside. The cold air hit my face at once as I shut my eyes to take a breather. My phone stops ringing and suddenly it starts to ring again. I need to return to Santa Monica and get out of this dress and maybe soak in a hot bath. I¡¯m drunk and I¡¯m feeling a little dizzy. Irritated by the incessant ringing of my phone, I open my purse and take out my phone. Staring at the unknown caller ID disying on my phone, I click the answer icon and put the phone against my ear. ¡°What?¡± I snap at whoever this caller is. There¡¯s a short silence and the only sound I can hear from the caller is their silent breathing on the other end. I scoff, proceeding to pull the phone away from my ear, but the next words I hear leave me paralyzed on the spot. ¡°Hello, Lilith.¡± My heart clenches at once at the sound of the familiar voice as my heart drops to my feet, including my purse. It had slipped out of my hand at the sound of her voice. Is this a dream? Am I hallucinating due to the high level of alcohol consumption? I pull the phone away from my ear to stare at the number, hoping this isn¡¯t real and I¡¯m imagining things. But it¡¯s real. They¡¯ve found me. Sixty Six I knew sooner orter, that my past is going to catch up with me and they are going to find me, but not this soon. The minute I heard her voice, I ended the call and blocked the number. Knowing I may not be safe outside and they could be watching me, I hurry back into the club and book a ride. I return to the bar and order more alcohol shots even though I¡¯m a hundred percent sure my body can¡¯t handle more alcohol. I have to. I need to. My hands are mmy and the hairs on my back are all standing out. I¡¯m paranoid, scared, and angry. How did she get my number? Who gave her my number? I¡¯ve been careful, there was no way they¡¯d found me this sooner, maybe a few years from now and not today. Have they been watching me and I didn¡¯t know? How did she even get my number? I throw my head back and gulp two shots at the same time. I scrunch my face when the liquid burns my throat. My head is pounding already and I¡¯m more agitated than I was earlier. I grab the third shot but a hand shoots out to take it from my hand before I can bring it to my lips. I whip my head around, ready to give this person a piece of my mind, but a pair of blue eyes that have been haunting my dreams appear in my vision. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Dominique asks as he looks at me, with genuine care in his eyes as he nts the drink back on the counter. ¡°I¡¯m fine. Just allow me to drink in peace.¡± I slur my words and reach for another shot. Dominique holds my wrist before I can reach for the drink. ¡°Come on. Let¡¯s get you back to the hotel.¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine, Dom. I¡¯m not drunk.¡± I slur every word as Dominique wraps his arms around my waist and carries me off the barstool. ¡°Do me a favor and not cause a scene.¡± He whispers into my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin. I scoff. What a fucking jerk.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. With his handced with mine, Dominique leads me toward the exit. Once we step out of the club, he pulls out a key fob from God knows where and presses it. A car beeps at the corner of the parking lot. He opens the passenger door of a ck sports car and gently pushes me in. I hear him curse under his breath as he shuts the door after me. He walks past the front side of the car and opens the driver¡¯s door as he enters, mming the door shut. ¡°You¡¯re being a dick, you know that?¡± I ask, my head leaning against the car seat as I close my eyes. I am too tired and drunk with my head pounding to give him a piece of my mind. If I wasn¡¯t drunk out of my mind right now, I would be hitting something really hard and living with the painter. Right now, I¡¯m too drunk to even yell. The car is moving, thank God. I don¡¯t know how long we¡¯ve been driving but I suddenly sit up when I feel something in my throat. ¡°I am gonna throw up.¡± ¡°Fuck.¡± Dominique quickly pulls the car to a stop at the corner of the road and pushes a button. I push my side door open, with my hand leaning against the car door as I throw up my gut. I feel a strong hold on my hair and it takes me a minute to realize Dominique is holding my hair out of my face and also in case I fall out of the car and hit my face against the pavement. ¡°How much did you drink?¡± Dominique asks. He sounds exasperated. He¡¯s probably tired of me. I open my mouth to tell him to go to hell, but instead, vomit pours out of my mouth. I groan and squeeze my eyes shut in frustration. ¡°Fuck.¡± Dominique curses. I pull back a little when I start to dry heave and there¡¯s nothing else left to vomit. Dominique lets go of my hair as I sit down properly in the car and shut the door. Or I try to. Dominique reaches forward and shuts my side door for me. God, I need a bath. And maybe meds. Andter wish that the ground could open up and swallow me. My strands are everywhere, some of them covering my face and I¡¯m too tired to care. Dominique exhales, leaning over the center console as he holds my face and turns it to face him. He pushes my hair out of my face as he wipes my mouth clean of vomit with a handkerchief. I mutter a weak ¡°Thank you,¡± as Dominique pulls away, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. The car starts to move again and I slip into a slumber. When I awake again, I¡¯m in Dominique¡¯s arms and we¡¯re in a living room. He¡¯s walking. I blink my eyes open to realize we¡¯re in our penthouse suite. Dominique looks down at me in his arms, worry clouding his beautiful orbs as he looks up ahead to wherever he¡¯s taking me. He stops to walk as he gently puts my feet on the floor. We are in the bathroom. My head is throbbing and my mouth tastes weird. My throat hurts too and I¡¯m dizzy. This feels like deja vu. Me getting drunk at Club Rogue and Dominique brought me home while he allowed his Housekeeper to take care of me. The difference between tonight and that night is that his housekeeper isn¡¯t here and we are in a hotel room. And I still feel like shit. ¡°You threw up in your dress,¡± Dominique says, his voice calm and soothing my nerves. ¡°Yeah.¡± I sigh, masking my embarrassment with a nervous chuckle as I bite down on my bottom lip. I can¡¯t look him in the eye because I¡¯m ashamed and I can barely stand on my own two feet. God, I feel stupid. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind, I¡¯m gonna have to undress you and bathe you. If you haven¡¯t noticed you can barely stand on your own two feet.¡± Azy smile escapes my lips as I lock eyes with his beautiful blue eyes. He¡¯s being a gentleman. A trait I actually admire in him. ¡°I don¡¯t mind, Dom. We¡¯ve fucked, remember?¡± I raise my eyebrows as I stare at him. If I was anywhere close to being sober, I wouldn¡¯t let him undress me, not to mention bathe me. With a nk expression on his face, Dominique slowly pulls down the zip from the side of my dress. I¡¯m wearing a strapless dress with no bra underneath, so there isn¡¯t any hard work to be done. Dominique lets go of the zipper as he slowly tugs down at my dress. The dress falls to my feet and I step out of it. Dominique holds the waistline of my panties and he pulls it down with one hand, his hand skimming over my skin. He bends down a little to pull thece material down my knees and it falls to my feet. I step out of my panties and kick them aside. Dominique bends down as he starts to remove my shoes. I put my hand on his shoulder to steady my weight as I looked down at him. I can¡¯t read the expression on his face but one thing is clear; Dominique isn¡¯t turned on by the idea of undressing me or me being naked. It¡¯s like he can¡¯t see me naked. After he removes my shoes, he stands upright and removes his jacket. Dominique holds the hem of his shirt and pulls it above his head and tosses it aside. ¡°What are you doing?¡± I ask. ¡°Getting in the shower with you. I¡¯m not gonna bathe you with my clothes on.¡± This must be a joke. Sixty Seven Is he trying to get me all worked up and horny by getting half-naked? Dominique can see the sudden desire in my eyes as he res at me. ¡°Nothing is going to happen.¡± He warns as he removes his belt from its loop. I watch him undo the button on his jeans as he pulls down the zipper. He removes his jeans and then his shoes until he¡¯s standing before me with nothing but his briefs while I¡¯m naked. I¡¯ve never seen Dominique half-naked before. The night we had together in that hallway, we were both in our clothes and this is something different. This is the first time I¡¯ve seen him half-naked and how perfect he looks. Slowly, I run my eyes over his body, his defined torso, his muscr arms, his broad shoulders, and the tattoos on his beautiful, golden skin. He¡¯s contoured like a god, tall, dark, and sexy. I bring my gaze down, from his toned stomach, his prominent abs, down to his slowly growing erection. Dominique puts his arms around my waist as he gently pushes me into the shower. He turns on the shower as cold water cascades down my body, soothing me further and slightly clearing my head. My breathing is heavy, with my heart beating a little too fast against my chest. Dominique grabs the soap and he starts to glide it on my skin. I stare at him, but Dominique isn¡¯t looking at me as he slides the soap down my stomach right to my abdomen and he stops. He drops the soap on the dish close to the shower as he slides thetter over my body. With his other hand around my waist to steady my wobbly feet, he works my chest, down to my breast as he avoids my already sensitive and swollen nipples. ¡°I¡¯m sorry I had to put you through this.¡± I voice out. Dominique exhales as he looks down at me. He doesn¡¯t say a thing as he rubs thether down my stomach and down to my hips. He turns off the shower and grabs the soap again as he kneels in front of me. I look down, my teeth tugging at my bottom lip as he slides the soap over my thigh. He begins to work thether over my skin with his hand. This isn¡¯t supposed to be sensual, but fuck it if this doesn¡¯t feel good. Dominique¡¯s palm glides across the skin of my thighs, in between my legs, the length of my legs, and slowly back up to my butt. Dominique stands up to his full height as hends his gaze on my face. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re getting turned on by this.¡± His voice is deep, yet smooth. ¡°Turn around.¡± I obey. With my hands on the bathroom wall, Dominique glides his palm down my back, massaging the froth all over my skin and down to my butt crack. I start to hear the sound of water pattering against the tiled floor as Dominique puts his other hand around me and turns me around. He gently pulls me forward so that I¡¯m under the shower. I shut my eyes when the cold water touches my skin, slowly sobering me up. Suddenly, I feel something warm on my head, and I open my eyes. Dominique presses shampoo on my head as he drops it back. His fingers massage my scalp, washing away the vomit as the cold water runs through my hair and down my body. My eyes hold Dominique¡¯s gaze as we stare at each other. The heating out of his body soothes my senses and the nk stare he¡¯s giving me makes my heart only flutter. I can¡¯t read the look on his face. Is he tired, embarrassed by me? I was supposed toe out here to celebrate his kid sister¡¯s wedding with him while pretending to be the perfect girlfriend. Instead, I¡¯m getting drunk and misbehaving. Thest time I found myself in this situation, I promised myself I wouldn¡¯t let Dominique see me in that state again. And yet, here I am, drunk out of my mind and throwing up because my twin sister just called me, and my new life is threatening to fall apart before my eyes. ¡°Are you okay?¡± Dominique asks. There¡¯s a strange emotion in his blue eyes but I can¡¯t seem to read it. Partially because I¡¯m drunk and still sobering up. ¡°Yeah.¡± Dominique exhales and turns off the shower when I¡¯m clean. He opens the ss door as he stretches out his long arm to grab a towel. He starts to wipe me clean. Starting from my hair and down to my body. I watch as a single drop of water glides across his corbone and down his stomach and sneaks past the waistline of his briefs where there is a growing bulge. At least I¡¯m not the only one who¡¯s getting sexually frustrated by the close proximity we find ourselves in.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. Without thinking, I shoot my arm out, stering it on his chest as I slowly glide my palm down to his stomach. Dominique catches my hands before I can further trace the outline on his torso. ¡°Please stop.¡± He breathes out, the words leaving his mouth like a whisper. ¡°You are drunk and we don¡¯t want this to get out of hand.¡± With his hand around my arm, he leads me out of the shower as he tosses the towel back on the rack. Once we are back in our bedroom, Dominique goes through the clothes in the wardrobe while I sit down on the edge of the bed and watch him. Hees back with a pj set and helps me put it on. With his clothes in his hands, he says, ¡°I¡¯ll be back.¡± And then he disappears into the bathroom. Iy back on the bed with my head pounding and a little sleepy. Dominique emerges from the bathroom, dressed in ck sweats and a gray slightly loose T-shirt. ¡°How are you feeling?¡± Dominique asks as he stands in front of me, hovering over my small frame on the bed. ¡°Headache.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be back.¡± An irritated sigh escapes his lips as I watch him walk out of the room. I don¡¯t know how long he¡¯s been gone, but a significant amount of weight on the side of my bed makes me open my eyes. Dominique¡¯s holding a bottle of water and a bottle of pills. He helps me sit up as he hands me the water and two pills. ¡°It will help with the headache.¡± He tells me as I swallow the pills, flushing it down my throat with the bottle of water. He takes the water from my hand, screwing back the cap as he sets it on the nightstand close to the bottle of pills. ¡°Go to bed. I¡¯ll be in the living room if you need me.¡± Dominique says as he proceeds to stand up. Quickly, I reach out and hold his hand as Dominique flicks his gaze to my hand on his. ¡°Please stay.¡± He shifts his gaze to my eyes as he expels his breath. He¡¯s reluctant. ¡°Please.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± With a small smile on my lips, I let go of his hand and create space for him on the bed. Dominique climbs into bed as he pulls me into his arms. He¡¯s tense, with his muscles rigid against my body. His skin is warm as I throw my arm over his torso. Dominique lets out a breath as he starts to rx. ¡°Goodnight,¡± I whisper. ¡°Goodnight.¡± He whispers into my hair as I slowly fall into a dreamless slumber. Sixty Eight My head hurts. My eyelids are heavy and my entire body aches. Slowly, I peel my eyes open, groaning when a ray of sunlight attacks my eyelids. Shit. Why¡¯s it so bright? I push theforter off my body as I fling my legs off the bed. I rub my eyelids with both palms as I nce around the familiar bedroom. ¡°God, why the fuck does my head hurt?¡± I mutter to myself. And why the hell does my voice sound so hoarse? My head is foggy and memories ofst night are a blur. I remember going to a club with Cami and her bridesmaids. I remember having a chat with Aimee for being aplete bitch like always and stepping outside for air only to get a call. Shit. That call really did happen, huh? I thought it was a bad dream. I thought I was going to wake up this morning and everything will be fine. But, no. She really did call me. I may not have let her finish her sentence, but her tone and the greeting had an underlying message to it. They¡¯ve found me and my perfectly crafted walls are about to crumble atst. I shut my eyes and try to remember bits fromst night. I¡¯d gone back to the club and ordered more shots but then Dominique, my knight in a custom-made suit, saved me. Again. He drove me back to the penthouse suite and then he-shit, he bathed me. He fucking got me undressed and bathe mest night. Naked. ¡°Oh my god. Please kill me already.¡± I mutter under my breath as I fall back on the bed, with my eyes shut. Speaking of the devil, where¡¯s he? I sit back up, pushing my wayward strands out of my face as I stand up. I go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, pour water on my face, and run my fingers through my hair, detangling the strands and then I stare at my reflection for a long second. God, I look like shit. I walk out of the bedroom and into the living room. Dominique is not here and he¡¯s not on the balcony either. I turn to the kitchen and to my surprise, he¡¯s there. Dressed in formal wear. He¡¯s wearing a ck dress shirt, with the top buttons left unbuttoned as usual, paired with dark gray tailored pants. He looks gorgeous and sexy as hell. His hair is in ce, with the sides and the back shorter than the hair on top of his head. The cuffs are slightly rolled up, revealing the tattoos on his arms. He¡¯s standing by the counter, aptop in front of him that has his full attention, a mug, obviously filled with coffee in his left hand, while he holds a sandwich in the other. I lean against the doorframe of the kitchen door as I watch him. There is a crease on his forehead as he stares at something on theptop screen. I guess that it is work-rted. As he chews on his sandwich, he brings the mug to his lips and takes a sip, his full attention still on hisptop screen. How the hell does he make chewing sexy? Suddenly, he looks up, catching me staring at him. I peel myself off the doorframe at once and clear my throat, trying to act like I haven¡¯t been eyeing this attractive man like he¡¯s a candy while he eats. Dominique smirks, briefly running his eyes over my body as he settles his gaze on my face. I can feel my blood pumping through my veins and straight to my face. God, why am I flustered? Maybe it¡¯s because he¡¯s seen you naked with his hands all over your body. And from the memories ofst night, you seem to enjoy it. Fuck, my subconscious is a fucking bitch. ¡°The sleeping beauty lives.¡± Dominique jokes as I make my way into the kitchen, avoiding his unwavering attention on me. I clear my throat as I manage to lock eyes with his eyes, only for a second, as I peel my eyes off his beautiful face. ¡°Going somewhere?¡± ¡°Good morning. How was your night? I hope you slept well?¡± Dominique says, sarcastically, his eyes still on me even though I¡¯m not looking at him. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. Good morning, I hope you slept well. I hope I wasn¡¯t a messst night?¡± Dominique chuckles, the deep sound of it bouncing around the kitchen. ¡°Good morning. And yes, I slept well. And no, you weren¡¯t really a messst night.¡± Thest thing I want to talk about is what happenedst night. It¡¯s embarrassing and I¡¯m still ashamed. How could I let my emotions get the better of me? ¡°Right,¡± I mutter, risking a nce at him and regretting it the minute I lock eyes with him. His blue eyes hold several emotions in them, and whatever they are, they are making my heart pump faster. I look away at once. ¡°Going somewhere?¡± ¡°It¡¯s Cami¡¯s rehearsal wedding this morning.¡± ¡°Oh,¡± ¡°Yeah. I didn¡¯t want to wake you up, you know afterst night. You needed your beauty nap.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I will just go get ready and go with you.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay. I want you to stay. Take a rest. You need it. You¡¯re obviously hungover and I need you in a better conditione the rehearsal dinner.¡± I expel my breath and shift my gaze to lock eyes with him. He drops the half-eaten sandwich on the pile of other sandwiches as he drinks his coffee, eyes locked on mine. ¡°I¡¯m sorry you had to see me like that. And it sucks this is the second time. When I¡¯m angry or pissed or frustrated about something, I sometimes turn to alcohol which is just¡­¡± I exhale. ¡°fucking stupid. I¡¯m sorry I was a mess and you had to deal with me. That was unfair of me. I fucked up and I¡¯m sorry.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay. I didn¡¯t mind.¡± I nod, still unable to look him in the eye. ¡°Do you wanna talk about it?¡± I turn to look at him. ¡°About what?¡± ¡°About what got you all frustrated.¡± ¡°No. I don¡¯t want to talk about it.¡± Dominique is silent as he watches me. He finally ces the mug on the counter and I bring my gaze to the mug to find it empty. Suddenly, he leans forward, his fingers pushing a strand out of my face as he rubs his knuckles against my cheek. The touch is feather-like, light, and yet affectionate. ¡°You know you can talk to me, right? If anything is bothering you, I want you to know that you can talk to me and I¡¯m going to listen.¡± As much as I¡¯d love to tell Dominique what¡¯s going on in my life and the crisis that¡¯s about to unleash on me, I don¡¯t think I want to. Not now, not anytime soon. My past is my secret and it¡¯s nobody¡¯s to bear even though telling someone will uplift this heavy weight I keep carrying around. And also, speaking of what¡¯s bothering us, Dominique is yet to open up to me about his mother and the conflict they have. I understand why. He doesn¡¯t trust me enough to share his burden with me and that¡¯s okay. He barely knows me. Well, maybe he does know me more than I¡¯d like to admit, but he, like every other person in my life, knows what I want them to know. They see what I want them to see. Well, I like telling myself that, even though Dominique sees more than I want him to see. Dominique pulls his hand away, his gaze still fixed on me. ¡°Thank you. I just¡­ I don¡¯t want to ruin your morning, and mine.¡± I sh him a small smile. Dominique exhales and nods. ¡°How did you find mest night?¡± I ask. ¡°Cami texted me. She told me you may have had a little too much to drink. I came as fast as possible.¡± Huh, isn¡¯t he just sweet? ¡°Thanks.¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing.¡± I¡¯m hungover and I need a little caffeine and ibuprofen in my system right now because I¡¯m not feeling this morning at all. I turn around and open the top cab to bring out the instant coffee and the sugar, but my hand can¡¯t reach it even though I¡¯m standing on my toes. Dominique is a lot taller than me, he had pushed the items inside the cab within my reach when he took them out to make coffee for himself this morning. ¡°Let me get it.¡± A deep voice says into my hair and I can feel his strong body behind me, a lot closer than I¡¯d like especially afterst night in that shower. I bite down on my bottom lip, goosebumps spreading along the length of my arms and back. His warmth clouds my senses, and his masculine scent, mixed with an expensive cologne shuts half of my brain down and I can¡¯t seem to think. My body knows when and how to react effortlessly toward his light touches, close proximities, and even his dirty whispers. I jolt a little when his fingers brush my shoulder, gently pushing my hair to the side. I turn around, staring at him eye to eye as I listen to my heart m against my chest. I can¡¯t speak even though I want to tell him to get out of my front while I make coffee. Memories ofst night flood my brain. His hands on my skin, beneath my breasts, and my butt. There was nothing sensual about his touchst night, at least to him, but to me, it was something. He ignited something inside mest night and if he hadn¡¯t stopped me when I nted my hands on his body, I would have done something, something pleasurable, obviously, and we both would be living with the consequences by now. ¡°Dom,¡±Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. Sixty Nine ¡°Dom,¡± I manage to find my voice. He¡¯s too close. Too fucking close and with the way he¡¯s oozing off sex appeal, I don¡¯t think I have any self-control left in me. His hand is wrapped around my neck, and he¡¯s careful not to press down on my throat. ¡°Yes, babe,¡± he whispers against my lips, his lips gently brushing against mine. What are we doing? One minute ago he was helping me bring down coffee powder and sugar from the top cab, and now he¡¯s pressing me against the sink with his body pressed against mine. And why does this feel so good and so right? I hate to think our body fits perfectly against each other like they¡¯re made for each other. He¡¯s swept me off my feet and this new feeling is overwhelming, overpowering, yet so wrong, but right. ¡°There you are,¡± a familiar voice says, breaking us from this little spell we found ourselves. Dominique clears his throat as he shifts back as we turn toward the source of the voice. Oliver is standing in the kitchen, a knowing smirk on his lips as he stares at Dominique and me. ¡°Boy, bad timing, huh?¡± Oliver says as he looks at me for a second before shifting his gaze toward Dominique. ¡°Shut up.¡± Dominique res at Oliver as he steps away from me and turns toward his friend. ¡°Hey, Robyn.¡± Oliver shes me a small smile. I rub my nape, slightly embarrassed. ¡°Hey, Oliver.¡± ¡°Alright. We arete and the rehearsal wedding starts soon. Cami wants you there since you¡¯re family.¡± ¡°Right.¡± Dominique exhales and runs his fingers through his hair, messing up the strands a little. ¡°Where¡¯s Leo?¡± ¡°At the beach with the rest of the family.¡± ¡°Sure,¡± Dominique says and turns to look at me. ¡°Try to get some rest. I would like it if we continue from where we stopped.¡± Oh, you wish. With a seductive smirk ying on his full lips, Dominique steps out of the kitchen with Oliver as I watch them walk toward the elevator, step inside, and then it slides shut. I released a breath I didn¡¯t know I¡¯d been holding as I shut my eyes. What the hell just happened? I can¡¯t sleep even though I try to. I took my shower after I had coffee, ibuprofen, and even breakfast. Dominique had texted me an hour ago, asking me if I was resting. Strangely, I¡¯d gone through the text a million times, reading the words over and over again as if he just confessed he loved me over text while convincing myself I was slowly going insane. He¡¯s driving me insane. I had written out a reply, erased it, rewrote it, and erased it until I decided not to send anything. He¡¯s everywhere in my goddamn head, messing with my brain. He¡¯s all I can think about as I reply to Monique¡¯s messages and Noah and Tiwa¡¯s constant messages asking me if Dominique and I have finally had sex again. I groan and toss my phone aside as I shut my eyes. I¡¯m lying on the bed, sexually frustrated and horny. I¡¯ve been on the edge ever since that night at the restaurant when he dared me to touch myself. The sensitive skin in between my legs is aching with need, desperately craving the touch of one particr blue-eyed man, with golden skin, tall, a strong muscr body, tattoos, and lips that can send me straight to hell and back. Dominique fucking Gray. I wonder what would have happened between us if Oliver hadn¡¯t interrupted. My guess, something dirty and erotic. Desperately needing release while also trying to forget what made me turn to alcoholst night, I run my fingers down my stomach, slowly trailing my palm downward and sneaking past the waistline of my shorts. I¡¯m not wearing panties, all thanks to Dominiquest night when he helped me put this on. My fingers find my folds as I slide a singer finger along my opening, my fingers coated with my wetness. I spread my legs apart, my teeth biting onto my bottom lip as I slip my finger under my PJ top, past the hem until I¡¯m palming my breast. I squeeze and pinch my nipple as I rub a little circle around my throbbing clit. ¡°Fuck.¡± I moan. Memories of Dominique¡¯s hands on my body, the night he went down on me in that hallway during the charity g, the day he pressed me against the sink when I tried to drop back the coffee, and finally today¡¯s memory sh through my closed eyelids. I go through every filthy memory as I touch myself, rubbing circles on my clit while I tease my nipple. ¡°Oh, God. Fuck.¡± I moan as I slip one single finger in, pushing past the wetness in between my legs as I start to finger myself. ¡°Hmm,¡± a breathless moan escapes my lips and I moan Dominique¡¯s name before I can stop myself. I add a second finger, curling the finger toward the perfect angle until I¡¯m touching the perfect spot. I begin to slide in both fingers and then I slide out, savoring every emotion. I twist my nipple in between my fingers, rolling the red hard bud as I moan again, spewing different profanities that I don¡¯t even understand. Slowly, I peel my eyes slightly open, the eyelids heavy with lust as I lock them on a figure by the door. I spring my eyes open at once, slipping my hand out of my shorts as I sit up at once, my mouth slightly open at the figure standing by the open door.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. Dominique Gray in his full glory, standing by the open door, lust in his piercing blue orbs. I bring my gaze down his body as I linger on the tightness in his pants and the evident bulge straining against the material of his pants. How long has he been standing there? Judging by his erection, long enough to hear me moan his name. Shit. ¡°I was gonna call for your attention,¡± he pauses for a second as he peels himself off the door and stalks toward me like a predator. ¡°But then you moaned my fucking name.¡± I shudder at the deep sound of his voice. So sexy. ¡°Tell me, Robyn, why did you moan my name?¡± I bet he already knows the answer to that. He¡¯s trying to fuck with my head. ¡°Were you thinking of my mouth and my fingers on you instead as you touched yourself?¡± He asks, his voice gruff and sexy as he stops by the bed, his hands still in his pockets. ¡°Answer me,¡± his tone ismanding. ¡°Yes,¡± the word leaves my mouth before I can stop it. Dominique smirks, his undivided attention on me. ¡°Why did you stop?¡± He asks. His baritone and the filthy meaning behind his words send electricity down my spine and the rush of blood straight to the nerves in between my legs. ¡°You caught me, that¡¯s why.¡± ¡°Right,¡± he turns and I watch him walk toward the couch in the corner of the room. Slowly, he nts himself on the couch, his arms syed out as he looks at me. There is lust in his eyes and something else entirely. He looks like a predator, waiting in the dark, watching, and waiting for his prey. In this scenario, I¡¯m his prey and I want him to prey on my body. ¡°I want you to pretend I¡¯m not here, Robyn, I want you to continue, don¡¯t stop.¡± he voices out, his tone amanding one and I love it. ¡°Lay back, spread those pretty legs of yours, and touch yourself.¡± Seventy DOMINIQUE ¡°Lay back, spread those pretty legs of yours, and touch yourself,¡± Imand her, and just like that, her breath hitches in her throat. As much as Robyn likes to be in control in and out of the bedroom, she also likes to be controlled in bed, to be dominated. I¡¯ve seen that side of her, and to my surprise, she hasn¡¯t been trying to hide it from me. This kinky side of her that loves to surrender and submit her body to a man she thinks is worthy enough provokes the Alpha male in me. The memory of the night I dared her to touch herself in that restaurant is still fresh in my mind and I don¡¯t want to forget. The night in that restaurant, Robyn had opened the door to a side of her and she had given me a glimpse of what sexually aroused her and what got her on the edge. She likes it dirty. She likes challenges, she enjoys being givenmands in bed, and she¡¯s a very obedient sub when she wants to be. And right now, lying on the bed directly opposite me, I can see the fire in her eyes, the hunger in her brown orbs, and she¡¯s waiting for me to consume her. ¡°You want to watch me touch myself?¡± She purrs, her voice low and seductive as she watches me. ¡°I want you to show me how you enjoy my fingers and my mouth on you. And don¡¯t hold back.¡± Robyn takes in a shaky breath as she lies on the bed, her eyes trained on me. Slowly, she trails her fingers down her stomach, sneaking past the waistline of her silk shorts as she cups her sex. I can feel the blood pumping through my veins and straight to my aching balls and my cock. I dig my nails into the couch, my primal instincts fighting to take her right this moment. To pull her into me and fuck her into oblivion. But instead, I sit back and watch, biting back a guttural sound from escaping past my throat. Suddenly, she pulls her hand out from her shorts and sits up as she leans back on her elbow. With our eyes fixed on each other, and her breathing shallow, Robyn pushes the crotch of her shorts to the side and starts to swirl her middle finger around her swollen clit. Fuck. God, she¡¯s beautiful. With her aim to please me, she slips one finger, past the obstruction in her sensitive flesh between her legs as she starts to finger herself. She moans, the beautiful sound vibrating around the room. Her eyelids are heavy, her lips slightly parted, as she brings her free hand underneath her top. I watch her grope her breast, her palm covering her perky tit as she fingers herself and fondles her breast. ¡°More fingers,¡± I order, my voice gruff and deep. Robyn obeys, sliding in a second finger as her eyes flutter shut. ¡°Eyes on me, Robyn,¡± I growl. ¡°I want you to look at me.¡± Robyn springs her eyes open as she locks them on my blue ones. A silent whimper escapes her lips and she moans, almost driving me insane with lust. I¡¯m impossibly rock hard, with my length straining against my briefs, begging to be released from its cage. If I don¡¯t control myself, I¡¯m going to have to fuck her. And as much as that sounds good, Robyn needs to submit her body to me, to surrender and beg for it. She¡¯s put me through a lot, walking around and shaking her fine, round ass, standing on her toes and showing me the curve of her ass, swaying her hips, and getting me all riled up, so it¡¯s fair if she has to beg me to take her.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. Fuck¡¯s sake, this woman is everywhere in my head. The few days we¡¯ve spent together in Santa Monica have made me realize how much I need her. How much she means to me, and how I can¡¯t stand to see her hurt. I want to be hers, and I want her to be mine, all of her. I need to possess her, to own her body. And right now as she squirms on that bed, with her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy in a slow and fast rhythm, there¡¯s this sudden urge, this intense need to have a taste of her. I have to or I¡¯m going to lose my mind. Slowly, I stand up as I stalk toward the bed, with my gaze fixed on Robyn. I can hear her breathing loudly and the fast beating of her heart against her chest as she looks up at me. She stops touching herself and sits up. She kneels in front of me, as she nts her small hands on my chest. I hold her hands and peel them from my chest. Robyn looks at me, with several emotions clouding her pupils. I smile. ¡°Lay back on the bed. Today¡¯s about you.¡± Robyn obeys, shifting backward as she finally lies down. I climb onto the bed and situate myself in between her legs. She squirms, her handing up to trace the outline of my torso through my shirt. ¡°You don¡¯t get to touch,¡± I tell her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. A whimper escapes her lips as she squirms beneath me. ¡°Do you want my face buried in between your legs?¡± She nods eagerly. ¡°Words, Robyn. Or I¡¯m pulling away.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± she answers at once. Robyn clears her throat and res at me. ¡°Yes, I want your lips down there.¡± ¡°How badly?¡± I ask, shing her a taunting smirk. Robyn groans, still ring at me. ¡°Is this necessary?¡± ¡°It is. I want to hear you say it. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck your pretty little cunt with my lips and my fingers.¡± I whisper, one hand still holding her wrists together above her head as I run the other from the back of her knee to her hip, my palm grazing against her silky skin. So fucking perfect. Robyn shudders, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip as she stares at me. I can see the hunger in her eyes and the proof of desire on her full breasts. ¡°Say it, Robyn, or I¡¯m pulling away.¡± She takes in a shuddering breath. Always going to be so feisty in bed. Fuck. Her stubbornness only makes my cock swell in my pants. ¡°Please,¡± ¡°Please what?¡± My hand is on her stomach as I brush it upward to her heavy breasts until I¡¯m cupping one in my hand. Robyn shudders and moans. ¡°Tell me what you want,¡± I whisper. ¡°I want you to touch me.¡± ¡°Where?¡± I squeeze her breast in my hand, eliciting another moan from her pretty mouth. ¡°My pussy.¡± I smirk, tugging at her nipple and twisting it between my fingers. ¡°Aren¡¯t you a dirty little girl?¡± ¡°Please, Dominique.¡± ¡°Be still. Hands above your head until I tell you otherwise.¡± I say, sitting back on my knees as I remove the buttons on my cuffs and pull the sleeves of my shirt upward. ¡°I don¡¯t get to touch you?¡± She frowns. ¡°No, you don¡¯t.¡± She draws in another shaky breath as she nods. ¡°Good girl,¡± I whisper. Slowly, I bring my head down, nting a chaste kiss on her neck which only makes her whimper. I chuckle against her neck. ¡°So fucking responsive.¡± I slip my hand underneath her top, my palm brushing up against her skin as I palm her breast. I squeeze the flesh in my hand, kneading her breast as I pinch her nipple. Robyn moans, the sound going straight to my cock. ¡°Fuck, I need to feel you. I need you naked.¡± I groan and sit up again, slipping my hand out of her top. I reach for the hem and pull it upward. Robyn lifts her body off the bed as I pull it past her head and the length of her arms. With the top gone, I sp my lips around her nipple and she gasps. I suck, twirling my tongue around the sensitive stiff bud, and then I release it. She¡¯s trying so hard to defy me and put her hands on me, but Robyn knows better. I continuously suck on her nipple, rolling my tongue around her nipple as I lick. I trail my hand down her body as I slip my hand inside her shorts and then I cup her sex with my hand. ¡°Oh, my god.¡± Robyn moans, arching her back off the bed as she squirms. I run my finger up and down her entrance, her wetness coating my finger, as I continuously suck her swollen nipple. I swirl my thumb over her swollen clit as she moans, her back arching upward to meet my torturous fingers. Her breathing is heavy, her lips slightly parted as her breath tickles the side of my face. And then I slip two fingers inside her without warning, plunging deep into her warm wetness. Seventy One DOMINIQUE Robyn moans, the sound is like music to my ears, sending waves of pleasure to my throbbing cock that¡¯s aching with need. Fuck. What I¡¯ll give to fuck her right now. To feel her warmth around my cock as she moans into my mouth. But not today. Not now anyway. I¡¯m not going to take her right now, not until I have her begging for my cock. ¡°Fuck, you¡¯re tight and so fucking slick.¡± I groan, pulling my head back to stare into her eyes. ¡°Harder, please.¡± She cries out and I listen to her pleas, plunging deeper into her slick heaven and getting harder by the minute by her beautiful moans, my fingers inside her, and her tears of pleasure. ¡°You like that?¡± I ask, my gaze locked on hers. ¡°Yes. More.¡± She cries out, her fingers digging into the mattress as she writhes underneath me. ¡°Fuck, Robyn. You don¡¯t know what you¡¯re doing to me right now.¡± I groan against her mouth, my lips hovering above hers. ¡°I need to taste you.¡± ¡°Oh, God, I would really like that.¡± I pull my fingers out and slip them into her mouth. ¡°Taste yourself.¡± And she does, rolling her tongue around my fingers and licking it clean and that just makes my cock swell painfully harder. I pull my fingers out of her mouth and sit back on my knees. I reach for her shorts and pull them down, as Robyn lifts her butt off the bed to allow me to pull her shorts down her thighs, to her ankles. I run my gaze down her naked body, stopping on a familiar scar at the right bottom side of her waist, close to her pelvis. It¡¯s from a bullet wound. I can identify one anywhere and that¡¯s because I have them too. Hiding beneath a tattoo. I lean forward, my hand on the bed next to her as I run my finger over the length of the scar. How did she get this? Who could have shot her? Robyn tenses against my fingers as I bring my gaze to lock them on her eyes. There¡¯s something else in her eyes, something other than pleasure. She¡¯s reminiscing on the memories of how she got the scar. Reminding myself I¡¯m going to ask her about itter, I bring my lips to her stomach and kiss the scar. Slowly, she starts to rx underneath me. I sit back again, grab her thighs, and pull her toward me, bringing her thighs together and pushing them against her stomach and then I start to feast on the slick flesh in between her legs. ¡°Oh, fuck, Dom. That feels so good.¡± I run my tongue up and down her folds, tasting her juices on my tongue, and then I flick my tongue on her swollen clit, eliciting different sounds from her. I¡¯ve missed this, this slick, sweet taste from her pussy. Ever since I went down on her in that hallway on the night of my charity g, thoughts of what she tasted like refused to leave my head. I groan into her pussy, twirling my tongue along her folds and settling on her clit as I suck. ¡°I¡¯m gonna cum.¡± I push her thighs apart, with my face still buried in between her legs as I pleasure her with my tongue. I slip in a finger, thrusting into her slickness, pushing in deeper as I pull out and then plunge in again. ¡°God, I want to touch you,¡± Robyn cries out, her lips parted as she pants. ¡°No, babe. Hands where I want them or I¡¯m restraining you.¡± She shudders at my words, obviously more aroused by the thought of being tied up. As I finger her, I continue to eat her out, rolling my tongue around her clit, down her folds to where my finger is buried inside her, and back up to her clit and then I suck. ¡°Oh, God,¡± she moans, squirming and writhing against my mouth. I cup her breast in my hand, molding the flesh in my hand as I focus on bringing her over the edge. She¡¯s close, I can tell by her cries and her shaky legs. I flick my tongue continuously on her clit, and then I suck again. I curve my finger inside her, grazing the right spot as I rub against it. And then she cries out, her legs shake, and her whole body vibrates as she orgasms. I run my tongue over her opening, tasting her orgasm on my tongue as I eat her clean. I let go of her legs and they fall like jelly on the mattress. Her breathing is heavy, her lids heavy and her eyes are on me as I get out of bed. Slowly, she sits up, reaches for the duvet, and covers herself with it. I smile and surprisingly, Robyn blushes, tucking a few strands behind her ear. She bites her bottom lip when her gaze falls on the bulge in my pants. ¡°You¡¯re, um¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be fine. A cold shower would do.¡± ¡°Oh,¡± she exhales. ¡°If you want, I can return the favor.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want you to. You should get some rest, if you want, and then shower. I¡¯m taking you out.¡± Robyn is caught off guard as she blinks her eyes at me. ¡°Is it a date?¡± She asks. ¡°It is whatever you want it to be. If you want it to be our second date, then, sure.¡± Robyn chuckles, blushing harder as she avoids my gaze. I sh her a small smile and turn toward the bedroom door. ¡°Where are you going?¡±Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. I turn to look at her. ¡°Giving you privacy.¡± I step out of the bedroom and head toward the elevator as I look down at my evident erection. I groan and click on Oliver¡¯s floor on the elevator panel. I step into the elevator, leaning against the steel walls as I shut my eyes. I¡¯m going to need more than a cold shower, because right now, something else is wrong with me. Something other than the throbbing boner I¡¯m sporting right now. What¡¯s happening to me is something new and different. Something I didn¡¯t think was possible. And it¡¯s taken me until now to realize I¡¯m falling for Robyn. Seventy Two You know that feeling when you feel like you don¡¯t have control, where everything is beyond your grasp, and no matter how much you hate losing control, everything just feels right? Like it¡¯s okay to just let go and lose control if that means losing it to the one man who makes your heart beat. That¡¯s how I feel whenever I¡¯m around Dominique Gray. And there are times he¡¯s not in the same room as me, but he¡¯s all I could think about. I don¡¯t know what¡¯s happening to me. I don¡¯t know what to do with this new feeling and fuck it if it¡¯s not overwhelming. I know I shouldn¡¯t let anyone so close to me, because I¡¯m running away from my past that¡¯s threatening to consume my new life, but Dominique Gray doesn¡¯t need permission. He holds the keys to my heart, and the right buttons to press to have my heart mming hard against my chest. I may have dated a few guys and even though the rtionships were casual and not romantic, I have never felt this way with anyone before. The adrenaline rush, my heart skipping, my breath hitching in my throat whenever he¡¯s close to me, and my never-ending want for him, everything is new, and it¡¯s terrifying. ¡°What are you thinking?¡± Dominique asks, his fingersced with mine as we stroll down the sidewalk, the cold evening breeze of Santa Monica cooling my suddenly warm skin. I try to ignore the goosebumps already flooding my skin at the close contact as I turn to look at him. His idea of taking me out was cruising on a jet ski with me behind him and holding onto him as we surfed the waters. I have never felt that alive in a long time, especially over something as simple as that. Then we grabbed a bite from a small fancy diner, and then we decided to take a walk, with Dominique¡¯s unwavering gaze fixed on me. ¡°This.¡± I give him an answer to his question. ¡°What about it?¡± I exhale, eyes locked on his as we walk. ¡°It feels so normal,¡± I point out, staring at the road and people. ¡°Like we are a couple or some shit like that,¡± I say, brushing a stray strand out of my face and behind my ear. ¡°You want us to be a couple?¡± Dominique asks. I watch as the corner of his lip curls into a smirk as he flickers his gaze to my lips. I can still feel his lips on my most intimate part and the feel of his tongue on my sensitive folds, eating away like I¡¯m hisst meal. What had happened back at the hotel suite was unexpected but then it felt so good. So good that I want his lips down there again, his hands on me, and even his strong body holding me down. ¡°Robyn,¡± Dominique calls my name as I blink my eyes and look away. ¡°I lost you there, didn¡¯t I?¡± Dominique asks. I can feel him smirking at me as he watches me. I blush, my eyes locked on the road up ahead just so I wouldn¡¯t look him in the eye. ¡°Does your recent thoughts include my tongue on you, my fingers, and even my hands?¡± His voice is deep, smooth, and quiet as it sends a chilling vibration through my body and settles in between my legs. I scoff, smiling as I turn my head to face him. He¡¯s staring at me, blue, vibrant eyes searching mine with lust and an entirely different emotion in his eyes. ¡°Sadly, nope.¡± Dominique chuckles, deep and sexy. ¡°You¡¯re not a very good liar, you know that?¡± I look away, biting my bottom lip as heat rushes to my face. ¡°You can¡¯t prove that.¡± ¡°Sure.¡± ¡°Can I ask you something?¡± I ask, briefly turning to look at him before averting my gaze toward the road. ¡°What¡¯s it?¡± ¡°Your mom,¡± I say. I can feel his suddenly tense muscles as he squeezes my hand in his. ¡°I can feel the tension between you two. And before we left the hotel, I may have overheard you two arguing.¡± I say. Dominique pulls his hand away at once as I watch him slip them into his pants pockets. He exhales, jaws clenched, as he looks ahead, probably to avoid staring at me. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I didn¡¯t mean to offend you in any way. I just¡­¡± I sigh, turning to look at him even though he¡¯s avoiding my gaze. ¡°It¡¯s okay if you don¡¯t want to talk about it.¡± Slowly, Dominique turns to look at me, the look on his face is nk as he watches me for a second. Then, he sighs again and looks away. I guess he¡¯s not used to sharing his feelings with anyone. I understand. I am not good at expressing my feelings either. I don¡¯t mind keeping them all bottled up until it eats me inside out. ¡°I have never told this to anyone though, but my mom, she used to hit me and my sister. Growing up was shit. She would tell us to do something and when we do and fuck it up, we get punished. And her idea of punishment isn¡¯t pping or being grounded. No, it¡¯s not. She would put us in ice baths, like real ice cubes filling up the bathtub with little water and she would tell us to stay in it until she thinks we¡¯ve learned our lessons. And that means until the cubes have melted. It was hell.¡± I chuckle nervously as I feel the corners of my eyes sting. God, why am I telling him this? I can still feel the ice on my skin, the cold seeping through my pores. The memory is still fresh in my brain and it feels like it just happened yesterday. I shivered in that bathtub, my teeth gnawing at each other, and I literally thought I was going to die from the cold. ¡°And the ice bath is when she¡¯s in a good mood. But when she is not in a good mood, she resorts to whips and every other form of punishment she coulde up with. ording to her, she wanted us to be perfect and what better way to do that rather than get rid of our ws.¡± I feel a hand squeeze mine as I flick my gaze downward, surprised to find Dominique¡¯s hand holding mine. I look up, with Dominique already staring at me. There are different emotions swarming around his pupils and I recognize one of them to be pity. He feels sorry for me. Fuck! ¡°I am not telling you this so you would feel sorry for me.¡± Dominique sighs and squeezes my hand gently. ¡°Yeah. Do you guys still keep in touch?¡± ¡°Nope. She¡¯s in Italy, living the dream with my father. I hated her for a while, both my parents actually, until I couldn¡¯t anymore. Grudge can drain the life out of you if you don¡¯t let go.¡± ¡°So what would you do if shees back and asks for your forgiveness?¡± ¡°I already forgave her.¡± ¡°You have?¡± I turn to look at Dominique, with a small smile on my lips. ¡°Yeah. She¡¯s not worth upying my brain. I forgave her already.¡± ¡°Is it weird I want to hurt your mom for putting you through that?¡± My smile widens, with my heart palpitating, and a familiar electricity jolting down my back. ¡°It¡¯s not.¡± I turn to look at him, our eyes locked in a heated gaze. ¡°It¡¯s actually sexy, even. I¡¯m even getting ady boner thinking about it.¡± Dominique chuckles slightly, the deep sound calming my nerves as we stare at each other. When the chuckle dies down, he exhales. ¡°I¡¯m sorry you had to go through that.¡± ¡°Nah, it¡¯s okay. I just want you to know that when you think your family isplicated, just remember, mine is fucked up.¡± ¡°Yeah, I guess. My mom wasn¡¯t abusive, at least not physically. Maybe verbally. She wanted the finer things in life. She wanted to have it all, travel around the world, dine and wine in luxurious restaurants, all that shit. And when my dad couldn¡¯t provide these things for her, she walked out of our lives, not even once looking back. And then my father got arrested for alleged embezzlement, went to prison, and came out about two yearster when the real culprit was found. He was innocent. All that happened and my mother never once picked up her phone to check on her children. And then everything turned out fine for us and she had the right to walk back into our lives like nothing happened.¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s cruel. But she¡¯s your mother. I think she¡¯s sorry and she regrets ever leaving in the first ce.¡± I say. ¡°People make mistakes, Emilio, and then they realize how bad they¡¯ve fucked up. You should forgive her.¡±N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. ¡°Emilio? Where did you get that from?¡± Dominique asks, a small smile ying on his lips as he watches me. ¡°I may or may not have heard your mother call you Emilio when she dropped by the hotel suite this morning.¡± He exhales. ¡°Right.¡± ¡°I think Emilio is hot. Sexy, actually.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± He scoffs, a smile on his lips as he licks his bottom lip. ¡°You don¡¯t seem to like your middle name.¡± ¡°I do. I just hate it when my mom calls me that.¡± ¡°Shit.¡± We stop by in a park, with a few people sitting on park benches as they stare at the evening sky. An ice cream truck is parked by the corner as I drag Dominique toward the truck. ¡°You want ice cream?¡± ¡°Yeah. I¡¯m craving a little bit of sugar right now.¡± I say. Dominique slips his hand into his pants pocket and pulls out a dor bill. As he hands the bill to the ice cream man, I give the ice cream man my order. A few minutes pass by and the ice cream man gives me an ice cream cone, with vani and chocte in a swirl on top of the cone. I take it, telling him a quiet thanks. As we turn away from the ice cream truck, I eat from the swirl, the cold sweetnessnding on my taste bud and I moan. Dominique watches me with need, his hand stillced with mine as I eat the ice cream. My tongue slips out of my mouth to slide slowly across the swirl. He groans, fighting the urge to m me against the ice cream truck and merge our lips. Oh, I¡¯d love that. The ice cream drops on the corner of my mouth, sliding downward, toward my chin. ¡°Fuck,¡± I curse, trying to slip out my hand from Dominique¡¯s hold to clean the drop of ice cream before it drops on my dress. ¡°I¡¯ll get it.¡± With his hand still locked with mine, Dominique raises his free hand to my face, his thumb grazing my skin as he wipes the ice cream drop off my face. I watch him bring his thumb to his mouth as he licks his thumb clean off my ice cream residue. Damn. That was hot. My mouth is slightly open and my breath hitches in my throat as I watch him. Suddenly, there¡¯s a shift in the atmosphere as we stare at each other. There¡¯s a twist in my stomach, a familiar feeling that I¡¯m suddenly getting used to. Butterflies dance in my stomach, and an intoxicating feeling wash over me under his intense gaze. ¡°Boy, aren¡¯t you something?¡± I say as my voice drops an octave. My teeth tug at my bottom lip as I stare into his piercing blue eyes. ¡°Well, you¡¯re something,¡± he coos as he takes a step toward me, crowding my space and filling up my brain with his masculine scent and his expensive cologne. Dominique frees my hand from his hold for the first time since we started walking as he runs his fingers through my hair. With his eyes still locked on mine, he brushes his knuckles down the length of my arm. His lips brush against my ear, his breath fanning my neck, as I visibly shiver. Fuck, what¡¯s he doing to me? ¡°You don¡¯t know what you¡¯re doing to me, Robyn. You have no idea how much I need you and how badly I want to be inside you again. To feel your warmth around my cock and watch you clench around me. Tell me, why did you eat that ice cream like that?¡± He whispers, his words dirty and seductive. ¡°I don¡¯t think you want to know,¡± I whisper into his neck, slipping out my tongue as I slide it along the side of his neck. Dominique groans, the vibration going straight to the sensitive flesh in between my legs. I hear a loud vibration as I take a step backward. Dominique straightens himself, hisplete attention is still fixed on me as we stare at each other heatedly. Without breaking our heated gaze, Dominique pulls out his phone from his pocket and shifts his gaze to the device in his hand. ¡°It¡¯s Leo. They¡¯re getting ready for the rehearsal dinner.¡± Dominique says as he locks the screen of his phone and slips the device back into his pocket. ¡°We should head back.¡± He says and I nod. ¡°And this isn¡¯t over.¡± Dominique whispers as he holds my hand and leads me out of the park. I smile, tossing the ice cream in a nearby trash can. ¡°Is that so?¡± I ask, referring to hisst statement. ¡°Trust me, Robyn, you don¡¯t want to know about all the dirty things I n to do to you. Just put it at the back of your mind, I¡¯m just getting started, at least not until I make you cum for me over and over again.¡± He whispers. His dirty promises leave my mouth dry and my panties moist. Boy, I can¡¯t wait. Seventy Three ¡°Robyn Denver. The one and only,¡± A tall man, dressed in a fine, two-piece suit takes my hand in his as he brings my hand to his lips and nts a kiss on the back of my palm. ¡°I have heard so much about you.¡± ¡°Oh, really?¡± I ask, a small smile on my lips as I sneak a peak at Dominique by my side, his arm around my waist to keep me by his side. ¡°William Gray. Dominique¡¯s father.¡± The man says as he lets go of my hand. ¡°It¡¯s nice to meet you,¡± I tell him. ¡°It¡¯s nice to meet you too. I have heard so much about you, and you, my dear, are very exquisite.¡± I smile, as I briefly nce at the Cuban woman by his side. She looks to be in her mid orte thirties. Probably his wife, with the way she¡¯s holding onto him. ¡°You don¡¯t look bad yourself, William.¡± And that¡¯s true. Good looks run in their family, I guess. For a man who has three grown-up children, he¡¯s very fit and good-looking. ¡°Ah, don¡¯t tter an old man.¡± William chuckles as he smiles at me. ¡°Meet my wife Maria.¡± Maria smiles at me as she waves a little. ¡°Hello.¡± ¡°Nice to meet you.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a pleasure. Beautiful dress, by the way. You¡¯ve got good taste.¡± Maria says. I chuckle. ¡°Thanks.¡± Maria nods once at me. ¡°Why don¡¯t we go sit down? The party has already started.¡± Dominique says. ¡°Yes,¡± William says. ¡°Robyn, I hope we have a chance to chat sometime soon. It¡¯s nice to really meet you.¡± William says. ¡°That will be nice.¡± With a small pat on my back, William and Maria walk toward the long dining table with guests already seated talking andughing. ¡°Your dad¡¯s nice,¡± I say to Dominique as we walk to the table. ¡°Yeah,¡± Dominique says. ¡°And you really are exquisite.¡± I blush. ¡°Oh, shut up.¡± Dominique chuckles, his hand on my body soothes my nerves as we stop by the long dining table. Dominique pulls out a chair for me to sit and I sit down. He takes a seat next to me, and I notice a few people on the table nce at us. ¡°Robyn, I¡¯m d you could join us tonight,¡± Cami says as she smiles at me. ¡°I heard you were sick. I hope you¡¯re doing better now?¡± Cami asks as she gives me a knowing smile. ¡°Yeah. Thanks.¡± I smile at Cami before looking away to re at Aimee who wouldn¡¯t stop staring at Dominique since we sat down. She locks eyes with me as she scoffs under her breath and looks away. Fucking skank. I lock eyes with Lorenzo who¡¯s sitting across from me and he gives me a small smile. I return the smile before looking away. Cami¡¯s rehearsal dinner venue is a rooftop restaurant not too far from the hotel. The scenery is beautiful and equally Pascaltic, with the sea and the beach right behind us. I can hear the sounds of waves even as waiters dress our table with different kinds of cuisine. And as the groom¡¯s father gives a toast, followed by the bride¡¯s father, William, Dominique¡¯s unwavering gaze is fixed on me. His hand is on my bare thigh through the high split of my dress as he gently squeezes my thigh as if he¡¯s trying to calm my raging nerves. *** Cami¡¯s guests are no longer upying the table but the floor, with sses of cocktails in their hands as they chatter andugh. Dominique, with his warm hand wrapped around my hand, leads me to the corner of the room. ¡°You know we could always slip out of this party and go back to our room so that I can feast on you. We still have an unfinished discussion, remember?¡± Dominique asks, as he loops his arms around my waist and pulls me forward against his strong body. I smirk, my palms on his toned chest as I trail my fingers down his torso. ¡°Tell me. How many women have you used that line on?¡± Dominique smirks as he chuckles lightly. ¡°Maybe a few. Or it could be just one?¡± I smile. ¡°Of course. Like I will believe you.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have to. I think the important thing is that you¡¯re right here in my arms. You can¡¯t begin to imagine how long I¡¯ve wanted you,¡± he says, his voice calm and velvety, sending a wave of need to wash over me. This man is going to be my ruin if I¡¯m not careful. And maybe I¡¯d like that. To be ruined by his touch. He glides his hand up and down my bare back, sending shivers down my spine as we stare into each other¡¯s eyes. My need for him grows every day, leaving me craving for his touch every waking morning. And if he whispers more dirty promises into my ear, I¡¯ll be left with no choice but to drag him back to our hotel suite and let him do to me whatever he wants. That¡¯s how far I¡¯ve fallen and I¡¯m still falling. ¡°You are beautiful,¡± he whispers. They are just three words. You are beautiful. Three words that probably mean different things, but the way he said them, the words rolling off his tongue effortlessly, it means a lot to me and that¡¯s just fucking strange. Dominique has a way with words which have a huge effect on me I didn¡¯t think was possible. I can feel the butterflies dancing in my stomach and goosebumps filling up the surface of my skin. God, I need him. And like an addict I crave him every day. ¡°You¡¯re perfect. Your eyes, your lips, every part of you is perfect.¡± He whispers in Italian, the words and the way they roll off his tongue nearly leaves me breathless. ¡°And I wish I could show you how beautiful you are,¡± he adds in his mother tongue. His voice is smooth and deep. I grab his dress shirt gently, pulling him a lot closer so that our bodies are touching, with my breasts nearly touching his chest. ¡°And how do you intend on doing that?¡± I ask. ¡°Wouldn¡¯t you like to know?¡± He whispers, his fingertips gliding across my bare back and sending electricity spiraling through my entire being. ¡°I would really like to know.¡± ¡°How about we slip out of this party and go back to our hotel room and I show you?¡± ¡°Ah,¡± I smile, pulling him down as I whisper into his ear. ¡°Aren¡¯t you a bad man?¡± I ask as I pull back gently to stare into his ocean-blue eyes that do things to my insides I didn¡¯t think was possible. ¡°Trust me, babe, I¡¯m just getting started with you.¡± For the millionth time since I¡¯ve met this man, he¡¯s rendered me speechless. Our eyes are locked, with his gaze overpowering the little control I have left.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. Things this man can do to me. And he doesn¡¯t have to touch me. Seventy Four ¡°Dom, you got a minute?¡± A familiar voice says as we pull apart. Dominique and I turn toward the source of the voice to find Oliver standing in front of us, his hands in his pockets with a serious look on his face. He turns toward me, shing me a small smile. ¡°Hey, Robyn. You look good.¡± I give him a small smile. ¡°Thank you, Oliver.¡± ¡°Can we talk? It¡¯s important.¡± Oliver says to Dominique. Dominique exhales as he looks at me. I give him a small nod and a tilt of my head toward Oliver, signaling to him that I can handle myself. Dominique leans down to peck my cheeks and every functioning cell in my brain explodes. ¡°Don¡¯t miss me too much, yeah?¡± He says as he pulls back to look at me, a small smirk ying on his beautiful, full lips. I blush, hating every cell in my body for reacting that way to a peck. ¡°Yeah.¡± Dominique turns towards Oliver as I watch them walk toward a corner and disappear through the main entrance to the rooftop. I wonder what¡¯s got Oliver all riled up. I take a deep breath, not realizing I¡¯ve been holding my breath until the air leaves my lungs. I grab a ss of wine from a passing tray as I walk toward the barricade to lean against it while I stare at the sea. Bringing the drink to my lips, I shut my eyes for a second as I sip the drink, the chattering andughing among Cami¡¯s friends and guests feels like background noise to me. ¡°Not enjoying the party?¡± A voice says next to me,ced with a slightly noticeable Italian ent. I turn my head around, locking eyes with a pair of deep brown eyes. Carlotta, Dominique¡¯s mother, stands next to me with a big smile on her face. I pull away from the rail as I turn my body to face hers. ¡°Carlotta, hi,¡± I say to her, shing her a small smile. ¡°I haven¡¯t had a chance to chat with you, to get to know you better.¡± I chuckle. ¡°Yeah, me neither.¡± ¡°Beautiful dress,¡± she says. ¡°All thanks to your son¡¯s personal shopper.¡± ¡°Yeah. Dominique¡¯s got an eye for beautiful things,¡± she says as she gives me a quick once over. ¡°And you¡¯re not an exception, my dear.¡± ¡°Um, thanks?¡± ¡°You know, William, Dominique¡¯s father used to stare at me the same way Dominique stares at you. Like you¡¯re the only person in the room even though there are hundreds of people present. You¡¯re the only one he sees and he¡¯s got his eyes on you alone,¡± Carlotta says, her gaze fixed on the sea upfront. ¡°He was a good man, maybe too good for me, and Dominique¡¯s like his father. Likes to project this image to the world that he¡¯s cold and nothing can get to him, but deep down, he has a good heart and when he cares for someone, hepletely cares. And he¡¯s willing to do anything for that person, to love, to care, and to protect that person. And I see the way he looks at you. He really likes you.¡± She says as she turns to look at me. I don¡¯t know what to say to this new information and I don¡¯t know how to react. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen him this happy before. And he seems really happy when he¡¯s with you and I¡¯m d you found him.¡± Did I really find him or did he find me? ¡°Why did you leave?¡± I ask, turning toward the barricade as I lean my elbows on the railings with my ss of drink in one hand. ¡°Dominique told me you left when they were young and you never reached out even though they were going through hard times.¡± Carlotta exhales and I offer her my wine. She gives me a small nod of appreciation and takes the ss of wine from me, brings it to her lips, and gulps it down her throat. She empties the ss and lets out a breath through her parted lips. ¡°Nothing,¡± Carlotta blurts out. ¡°I don¡¯t know why I left, I just¡­ I just wanted something that was never out there,¡± she turns toward a sight behind her and I follow her gaze. William, with his wife clinging to his arms, converses with Anthony¡¯s parents. Carlotta sighs and looks away. Does she still love him? Or merely seeing him again after many years is bringing back memories? ¡°You and Pascal look happy together.¡± ¡°Yeah. I like Pascal. I mean I¡¯m happy I met Pascal, but I didn¡¯t leave William for Pascal. I met Pascal three years ago and I told him about what happened between William and me and my kids. He advised me to reach out and I did. Now I¡¯m doubting if it was a good idea. Dominique still hates me.¡± There¡¯s sadness in her voice as she takes a deep breath. ¡°Yeah, well, you left when he needed you the most. So what he¡¯s feeling now is just pain, masked as anger.¡± Carlotta sighs, ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Would you talk to him for me? Help me tell him I¡¯m really sorry and I need his forgiveness.¡± ¡°Sure. I will try.¡± ¡°Thank you, Robyn. You really are an angel,¡± Carlotta says and I chuckle. I¡¯m rarely an angel. ¡°You don¡¯t give yourself enough credit, Mia Cara,¡± Carlotta says, with a small smile on her lips. Did I just say that out loud? I sh Carlotta a small smile as I turn around, with my back leaning against the barricade, to watch Cami¡¯s guest. I scan the small gathering consisting of Cami¡¯s family and Anthony¡¯s family as my gaze falls on Lorenzo on the other side of the room. He smirks at me and winks. I roll my eyes and look away. What¡¯s his deal? Doesn¡¯t he just give up? ¡°Someday, it¡¯s gonna be you and Dominique celebrating each other in holy matrimony,¡± Carlotta says and I choke on my spit. I turn to look at her, my eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights, as Carlotta smiles at me. I cough, bringing my hand to my lips as I cough into my clenched fist. I have never thought about being anybody¡¯s wife. Ever. And whatever this is, this little game of hearts Dominique and I are ying, I don¡¯t think I want it to end, even though there¡¯s a probability I¡¯m going to leave him hurt when he finds out who I truly am. And why does the idea of being Dominique¡¯s wife don¡¯t repulse me? And why am I fucking thinking about this in the first ce? ¡°You and Dom have never thought about tying the knot?¡± Carlotta asks, her brown eyes fixed on me, prying. ¡°Uh¡­¡± I chuckle awkwardly. If only she knows her son and I are not in a rtionship. But, what is this? What are we going to call it? We¡¯ve only had sex once and I n on doing it again. God, I can¡¯t imagine I just admitted that to myself. ¡°That¡¯s okay. Take your time.¡± Carlotta says, a big smile on her lips as she squeezes my shoulder. ¡°I should join my husband,¡± she says as she pulls away from the barricade. ¡°You take care of yourself, yeah?¡± She says in Italian and I nod. ¡°Si.¡± With a small smile, Carlotta walks away as I briefly shut my eyes and let out a small sigh. Fuck! God, I need another drink. I peel myself away from the rail and walk toward the small bar at the corner. Dominique¡¯s yet to be back and I have a feeling the reason Oliver pulled him away has something to do with work. I give the bartender my order when I reach the bar. He gets to work, mixing my order before pouring it into a cocktail ss, a small straw inside, and then he hands it to me. ¡°Thank you,¡± I say to the bartender. He nods in response. ¡°You know it¡¯s wrong for ady to be drinking alone, right?¡± A deep voice says as I feel someone¡¯s presence beside me. I turn toward the smell of expensive cologne as I lock my eyes with dark eyes. Lorenzo smirks at me, his eyes taking me in for the third time tonight. I look away as I say, ¡°You know it¡¯s wrong to stare at another man¡¯s woman like that. It¡¯s disrespectful.¡± Heughs, the deep sound vibrating through my eardrum. Lorenzo is attractive, sexy, and if a particr blue-eyed man hadn¡¯t stolen my heart and ruined my sex life for any future men, this man beside me would have been a goody.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. ¡°Another man? You may have fooled everyone with your little act, but you and I know you and Dominique aren¡¯t dating. Fucking, maybe. That I can believe.¡± I turn to look at him. ¡°And you know that because?¡± ¡°Because you are a beautiful woman and you shouldn¡¯t limit yourself to one man when you could get pleasure from anyone. And I happen to like you.¡± Boy, do men ever get tired? Of course not. Because they think with their dicks. What a pity. ¡°Are you asking me out, Lorenzo? Because I¡¯m not interested and I¡¯m never gonna fuck you. Never.¡± ¡°How about you grab a couple of drinks with me and hear what I have to offer?¡± ¡°She won¡¯t be doing that.¡± A familiar voice says behind us. Lorenzo and I turn toward the source of the voice only to find Dominique standing in front of us. He takes a dominant stride toward us, a death re on his beautiful face as he scowls at Lorenzo who doesn¡¯t seem fazed. ¡°She won¡¯t be grabbing any drinks with you, Lorenzo.¡± Shit. This is not going to end well. ¡°You know¡­ Dom.¡± Lorenzo peels himself away from the bar as he stalks toward Dominique and stops in front of him as they stare at each other eye to eye. ¡°I don¡¯t think women enjoy being told what to do. Especially a woman like Robyn. Feisty one you¡¯ve got there.¡± I notice the chatter from the guests has died down and everyone is watching, waiting for what¡¯s about to happen. ¡°You¡¯re right. Robyn is her own woman and I can¡¯t tell her what to do. But you fucking stay away from her. Don¡¯t fucking look at her, don¡¯t fucking talk to her, and don¡¯t you fucking touch her. She¡¯s mine, Lorenzo, you don¡¯t want me to spell that out for you. Mine. If you ever try to hit on her again or go as far as bat your fuckingshes at her¡­¡± There¡¯s a long pause as both men re at each other. Fuming, nose ring. ¡°You know what I¡¯m capable of, Lorenzo. And we don¡¯t want a repeat of what happened in Monaco, now, do we?¡± Monaco. What happened in Monaco? Lorenzo chuckles, hisugh sadistic. ¡°I¡¯m not fucking scared of you, Dominique. You may intimidate everyone, but you don¡¯t fucking scare me. You and I know you don¡¯t deserve her, why don¡¯t you let someone else touch her the way she¡¯s expected to be touched?¡± Lorenzo says, his smirk arrogant. The nerve of this dick. ¡°And she knows I can fucking do things to her you can never do,¡± Lorenzo finishes, smirking at Dominique. I m my drink down, anger and irritation evident on my face as I march toward Lorenzo, ready to punch him across his squared jaw and wipe his arrogant smirk off his stupid face, but Dominique beats me to it. The guest gasps as Dominique continuously ms his fist across Lorenzo¡¯s face, breaking his nose in the process. I¡¯m too stunned and shamelessly aroused by how hot Dominique looks right now, to even put a stop to his assault. ¡°Shit,¡± Cami rushes toward her brother and cousin. ¡°Stop!¡± Dominique lets go of Lorenzo as he staggers and falls to the floor, groaning as he holds his broken nose that¡¯s bleeding. His eyes effortlessly find me in the room as he heads toward me. For an unknown reason, my heart keeps beating rapidly against my chest as Dominique wraps his hand around mine and leads me out of the party. Seventy Five I lead Dominique toward the kitchen the minute we step inside the living room of our hotel suite. I gently push him onto the barstool by the kitchen counter as he sits down. I look through the fridge as I pull out a packet of ice. I stand in front of him, making sure we are not too close and I hold his arm and ce it on the counter. Dominique watches me intently as I ce the pack of ice on his slightly bruised knuckle. He¡¯s tense. The kitchen is quiet and the only sound I can hear is the sound of our breathing. I shift my gaze from the ice pack on his hand as I fix my gaze on Dominique who¡¯s still staring at me.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. He exhales and licks his bottom lip. ¡°I¡¯m sorry you had to see me like that. Lorenzo¡¯s got thating for a while.¡± I sh him a small smile, a small reassurance. ¡°It¡¯s okay. I think it was hot.¡± Dominique raises his eyebrows, a small smirk ying on his lips. ¡°Huh.¡± ¡°Although you didn¡¯t have to. I can handle myself. And Lorenzo is not a threat to you.¡± ¡°I know. I guess I was just trying to stake my im. To remind him who you belong to,¡± he whispers, his heated gaze locked onto mine as we stare into each other¡¯s eyes. I open my mouth to say something but mp my mouth shut when my tongue can¡¯t form any words. There¡¯s a shift in the room¡¯s atmosphere all of a sudden. Dominique puts his right hand on my waist and gently pulls me forward so that I¡¯m standing in between his legs. I don¡¯t know if I¡¯m over imagining things but I can hear his heart beating fast as he holds me. Dominique bends his hand a little as the ice pack slides from the back of his palm. He puts his other hand around me and pulls me further in, closer. I can hear my heart beating in my ear as blood pumps through my veins and straight to my heart. Dominique raises his right hand to push a few strands out of my face as he runs his knuckles down my cheek, straight to my shoulder des, and the length of my arm. His touch is light, gentle, and delicate. There are butterflies in my stomach as my stomach flutters from excitement. My breath hitches in my throat, desire pumping through every nerve in my body. ¡°What are you thinking?¡± I ask. ¡°You don¡¯t want to know.¡± ¡°Tell me,¡± I whisper, my gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips. ¡°I want to kiss you.¡± ¡°Then what are you waiting for?¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± Dominique smirks, picking up on the need in my voice. I want him and I¡¯m tired of denying myself all of what he has to offer. I want this man. I want his hands on me, his lips littering kisses down my body, and his tongue navigating my sensitive skin in between my legs. I want him to fuck me, to make love to me, and please me. God, I want him. Dominique, with his left hand around my waist and down the curve of my back, pushes my hair to the side as he nts a kiss on my neck. I whimper, a shuddering breath leaving my mouth. My eyes flutter shut as I bite my bottom lip. ¡°Aren¡¯t you forgetting the magic word?¡± Dominique whispers into my ear as he bites my earlobe. ¡°Please kiss me,¡± I beg, just as he promised I would and Dominique chuckles into my ear, the vibration going straight to the sensitive flesh between my legs. Dominique litter kisses down my neck as he nibbles on the skin. I throw my head back, giving him ess to my throat as his tongue traces the outline of my neck. A moan escapes my lips as I put my arms around his torso, feeling the tense muscles underneath my fingertips slowly dissipating. ¡°Tell me how badly you want my hands all over you.¡± He says. His hands are on my thighs as he brushes his palms along my thigh, past my dress as he brushes it upward. ¡°So bad, Dom. Please touch me.¡± Slowly, he pulls back, with his hands still on my thighs as he locks eyes with me. ¡°Is that what you want?¡± He whispers. ¡°Yes. I want you to fuck me, touch me, do to me whatever you want. My body is yours tomand.¡± ¡°Fuck, Robyn,¡± And then he kisses me, rough and demanding. It takes me a second to respond and when I do, I¡¯m no match for his expert tongue. His hand is no longer on my hip but around my neck, pulling me into his torturous kisses. I moan into his mouth, biting onto his bottom lip and he groans. Dominique brings his spare hand to my butt and he palms the flesh in his hand. His touch is ecstatic, hot, and intoxicating. Dominique runs his palms up my thighs as he drags my dress upward as he goes. I don¡¯t know when or how, but I¡¯m half straddling his thigh. I grind against his pants, desperately craving any form of friction and I moan. ¡°Fuck. Needy little Robyn.¡± Dominique groans into my mouth and bites my bottom lip. Slowly, he pulls me back as he pulls down the straps of my dress down my shoulders. He reaches for the zip at the side of my dress and pulls the zipper down. My dress falls to my feet as Dominique stops to kiss me. He leans back to look at me as I step out of my dress and kick it to the side. Now, I¡¯m left with heels and naked. Dominique slowly sweeps his gaze over my body, lust and another emotion clouding his vibrant blue eyes. ¡°God, you¡¯re beautiful.¡± He whispers, his voice hoarse as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me forward. Dominique holds both my hands behind my back with his left hand as he ms his lips against mine. This time, the kiss is gentle and passionate, like he¡¯s trying to savor it. Dominique stops kissing me to kiss the side of my mouth and then he trails the kisses to my neck and down to my corbone. He slips his hand in between my legs as his fingerse in contact with my entrance. Slowly and gently, Dominique runs his fingers down the length of my pussy and then he slips a finger in, past my opening. ¡°Oh, my god.¡± ¡°Do you like that?¡± He whispers into my ear as he slides his fingers in and out of my pussy. My eyes are squeezed shut as I whimper, my legs threatening to give up on me. ¡°Yes.¡± A breathless whisper leaves my mouth. ¡°I can¡¯t hear you, Robyn.¡± ¡°Fuck, yes, Dominique, I like that.¡± I sound a lot more confident than the first time and a little irritated. Does he have to torture me? Can¡¯t he just touch me without making me list all the various ways I want him to touch me? Suddenly, without warning, Dominique adds a second finger, stretching me further with his digits. If he wasn¡¯t holding my arms hostage behind my back, I would be holding onto his shoulders forposure. He starts to work his fingers inside me, slipping it through and pulling it out. My breathing is heavy, my moans loud, as I beg him to fasten his pace. Dominique doesn¡¯t listen, he takes his time and that just irritates and frustrates me more. ¡°Look at me,¡± hemands and I slowly blink my eyes open to lock eyes with his eyes. ¡°Good. Eyes on me. I want to see you.¡± His words are calm, sultry, and erotic. Dominique envelopes his lips around my tout nipple as he licks and runs his tongue around the hard bud. His mouth is warm, as his tongue twirls around my nipple, rolling around my stiff nipple as he fucks me with his finger. I moan, biting my bottom lip, as I spew out profanities. He stops to lick my nipple as he pulls back to stare at me, lust in his blue eyes,piled with need and hunger. After a few seconds of thrusting into me with his fingers and me panting and moaning, Dominique pulls out his fingers and brings them to his lips. I watch him lick my juices off his fingers as he lets go of my hands and stands to his full height. He starts to unbutton his shirt and I watch him watch me. Dominique shrugs his shirt down his shoulders and tosses it to a corner. He puts his arms around me and nts me on the edge of the counter. ¡°nt your feet on the edge,¡± he orders, his voice deep and fucking sexy. I obey and nt my feet on the edge of the counter as I lean back on my arms. My focus is on him. He¡¯s shirtless, skin kissed by the sun and covered in colorful tattoos. ¡°Spread those legs for me, babe.¡± Hemands slowly, his voice hoarse and sexy as I part my legs. Dominique smirks. His looks dark. ¡°Good girl.¡± He stands before me, his arms on my knees as he pushes my legs further apart. I feel open with his full attention on me, his gaze lingering a little longer on my perky breasts and my hard nipples. There¡¯s something in his eyes, something darker as he stares at me with hunger. He looks like a predator, an animal waiting to devour his prey. And right now, I don¡¯t mind. I want him to devour my body. Dominique sweeps his gaze down my body and stops on my pussy. I¡¯m wet, my juices coating the walls of my entrance. He groans and steps between my legs and with his arms on either side of me, Dominique brings his mouth to my breast as he engulfs my red bud with his mouth. ¡°Fuck,¡± I gasp. He twirls his tongue around my are as he bites it, sucks, and then releases it with a pop. It stings and it¡¯s not a surprise I love the pain. Dominique sters his palm on my thigh, with the other pressed on the counter next to my butt, as he runs his palm upward on my thigh until he¡¯s groping my buttocks. I whimper, my hand on his back as I trace every muscle underneath his skin. Dominique moves to my other breast, his palm leaving my butt to palm my breast as he sucks my nipple, teasing it with his tongue. ¡°Oh, god.¡± This feels too good. Dominique lets go of my breast as he litter kisses down the length of my torso to the part I desperately want his mouth on again. He leans back and puts his hands on my thighs and pulls me forward so that my butt is hanging off the edge of the counter and then he brings his face down andps his tongue over my pussy. ¡°Oh, fuck!¡± I moan and throw my head back. Dominique groans against my pussy. ¡°Fuck. Just as I remember.¡± He slides his tongue down the length of my sensitive folds and then he sucks. ¡°Oh, shit.¡± I bring my head down to stare at him. His eyes are on me, watching me as he makes me squirm, moan, and beg for more. I¡¯m biting down on my bottom lip as Dominique flicks his tongue over my throbbing clit, as he licks and sucks. He twirls his tongue around my clit, circling the sensitive flesh in between my legs and nearly knocking me over the edge of pleasure. I reach forward, my fingers in his lustrous strands as I push his head into my center. Dominique chuckles against my opening, but he doesn¡¯tin or stop. I begin to grind against his mouth as he stops to eat me out. ¡°Try and savor it, yeah?¡± He says as he winks at me. He continues to pleasure my pussy with his tongue and his lips, licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue on my clit. ¡°I¡¯m going to fucking cum, Dom. Please don¡¯t stop.¡± I moan loudly and sit up to watch him flick his tongue around my clit at a fast pace. I squirm, my legs shaking as I near the edge. Dominique stops to pleasure me with his tongue as he starts to roll his thumb over my clit. I curl my toes, my breathing shallow as I bite down on my bottom lip and curse in anguage I can¡¯t even understand. He begins to rub fast circles on my clit as he brings his tongue back on my pussy, right where it belongs as he sucks. I don¡¯t know what he did with his tongue, but the next minute I¡¯ming. I tug at his strands as my legs shake violently and the orgasm rips through me. Dominique doesn¡¯t stop his wicked torture with his tongue as thest of my orgasm leaves me breathless. I fall back on the counter, exhausted. ¡°Are you tired already? Cause we¡¯re just getting started.¡± Slowly, I sit up as I watch Dominique start to unbuckle his belt. He is hard. I can see the strain of his erection through his pants material and I¡¯m getting more sexually excited all of a sudden. ¡°Tell me how you want it. Hard and fast, or slow and sensual?¡± ¡°How about both?¡± Seventy Six ¡°You know there¡¯s no going back after this, right?¡± He asks, his feral desires glinting in his blue eyes as he stares at me. ¡°Yes,¡± ¡°Hmm,¡± a guttural sound escapes his throat as he steps between my legs, with my feet nted on the edge of the counter. ¡°Mine.¡± Dominique groans, his palm cupping my right breast as he fondles it. ¡°Tell me you¡¯re mine,¡± he whispers, his breath fanning my ear as I melt into his touch. ¡°Yours. Every part of me.¡± He grunts, his knuckles grazing my firm nipple as he takes my breast in his hand, kneading it. ¡°Tell me what you want, babe.¡± My breasts are heavy with need, aching for his touch. Dominique fondles my breast as he twists my nipple in between his forefinger and thumb. ¡°Tell me what you want.¡± He groans against my lips, as he brushes his lips with mine. I wrap my arms around his waist, sliding my hands upward as I run my fingers up his toned torso. His skin is hot, mirroring my hot skin. I pull him close, as I slowly slide my palm down, past his outlined abs and grazing a rough tissue of skin underneath the tattoos on the side of his waistline. It¡¯s probably a scar, and I¡¯m too horny to ask how he got the scar, so I made a mental note to askter. Past his prominent V-line, I curl my fingers around his throbbing erection as he groans loudly. His blue eyes are locked on mine, with my heart beating loudly against my chest as I slide my wrist up and down his erection. ¡°I want you to kiss me,¡± I whisper, my eyes flickering to his lips for a second before I lock my eyes on his eyes. ¡°I want you to touch me. I want you to fuck me, Dom.¡± A throaty groan escapes his slightly parted lips as Dominique releases my breast and wraps his hand around my neck as he kisses me. I respond, molding my lips against his and then I moan. I continue to stroke his hard, throbbing length in my hand, lubricating his shaft with his precum. ¡°God, I wanna fuck you so bad.¡± He growls into my mouth, his tongue slipping into my mouth without permission and I surrender. ¡°Please, I¡¯d really like that,¡± I moan into his mouth, our tongues gliding together in a passionate kiss. Dominique releases his hand around my neck as he slides it past my chest and down my torso. I pull him closer, my spare hand sliding up his toned back, as our lips move together in desperate rhythm. Dominique stops kissing me as he lines kisses up and down my neck. He runs his tongue along the skin on my neck as he bites my earlobe. He runs his palm up my thigh as he grabs my hip. ¡°Beg, baby. Beg for my cock.¡± Dominique growls into my ear, the guttural sound sending a vibration through my body and straight for my pussy which only makes my need for him increase. He did say I was going to beg him to fuck me and right now I¡¯m at his mercy, desperately waiting for him to explore every inch of my skin with his perfect tongue and explore how fast he can make me cum. ¡°Please, fuck me, Dominique,¡± I whisper, breathlessly. Dominique groans, his beautiful blue orbs turning a little dark, with hunger and lust swirling in them. I feel the tip of his length rubbing up against my slick opening as Dominique pushes forward, his thick, hard length pushing past my opening and invading my warmth. I gasp at once at the sudden feeling of fullness. Dominique stops kissing me, his gaze flickering to the part where our intimate bodies meet. I bring my gaze down, my hands stretched behind me as I lean into my arms. Dominique, with one hand underneath my knee, pulls out of me as he wraps his hand around his cock. He strokes his throbbing erection before guiding it back inside me. I moan, my teeth biting my bottom lip as I stare at the most beautiful man in front of me about to fuck me senseless. Dominique slides in right to the hilt as he brings his other hand under my knee and then he pushes my thighs apart. I feel full, with several emotions gnawing at my insides. He starts to move, his pace slow and torturous. He pulls out again, with just the tip of his cock inside me and then he slides in without warning, nearly ripping a second orgasm out of me. ¡°More, please,¡± I beg, my voiceing out in a breathy whisper. Dominique growls, his cock sliding in and out of me in long fast strokes and I moan. He leans down to capture my lips with his as he kisses me hungrily. With his left hand under my knee, Dominique wraps his other hand around my neck, pulling my face forward as he kisses me with hunger. God, this feels so good. It feels so good I want to cry. I can¡¯t believe this is happening. I remember about a week ago I told myself there won¡¯t be a repeat of what happened between us a month and two weeks ago, but yet, here we are, fucking for the second time and also craving for more. And fuck me if this doesn¡¯t feel good. Better than the first time. I¡¯ve spent this past month running away from this, from his touch, denying how he makes me feel, only to find myself in his arms again and realizing how much I want him and how badly I need him. Dominique Gray is dangerous, I know that. But as much as I know whatever this is that we¡¯re doing isplicated, I don¡¯t want it to stop. I want this, all of this, everything, and more. ¡°God, you feel so fucking good,¡± Dominique growls, as he stops to kiss me.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org. Our eyes are locked in a heated, passionate gaze as he fucks me against the counter. My breathing is fast and heavy, including Dominique¡¯s, with our moans and groans filling up the space of the kitchen and even the rest of the hotel room. Dominique lets go of my neck as he wraps his hands around the back of my thighs and he pulls me forward so that my butt is hanging off the edge of the counter as I lean backward against my arms. With his hand around my thighs, he ms right into me, his thick length sliding in and out of my aching pussy. The sound of skin pping against skin reverberates around the walls of the kitchen as Dominique increases his pace. His strokes are long and rough, his thrust hard and fast. I cry out, moaning his name as we stare into each other¡¯s eyes in a heated gaze. ¡°Harder, Dom. Fuck me harder.¡± I moan loudly, tears of pleasure staining the corners of my eyes as I bite the corner of my bottom lip. Dominique growls as he lifts me off the counter and into his arms. With his hands wrapped securely around my thighs and my arms around his neck, Dominique continues to pummel into me, fast and hard. ¡°Fuck.¡± Dominique groans as he brings my hips forward to meet his rough thrusts. ¡°Oh, god.¡± I moan, the soundtrack in sync with the sound of his pelvising in contact with my intimate area. Dominique stops fucking me as he starts to walk. He leads us to the bedroom as he roughly tosses me on the bed. I sit up on my elbows as I watch him climb onto the bed, his cock hard with my juices coating his long shaft and even the crown of his length. Dominique grabs my thighs as he pulls me forward. He settles himself in between my legs, with his hands on either side of my head, and then slowly, he leans down to kiss me. I kiss back, moaning into his mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss is passionate, setting my world on fire as my body responds to his touch. I wrap my thighs around his waist, trailing my fingers down his back and to his butt. Dominique groans, his palm sliding up my thigh to grab my hip. I feel him enter me again, his one hand wrapped around his shaft as he guides himself into my sex. Seventy Seven He squeezes his eyes shut as he grunts in response at every inch of his cock that¡¯s buried inside me. ¡°God, so fucking tight,¡± Dominique growls against my lips as a breathy moan escapes my lips. He starts to move again, starting slowly as he slides in and out of my opening. ¡°Oh, fuck.¡± I moan. He stops to kiss me as he nts kisses on my neck, down to my corbone and he nibbles on the skin. I dig my fingernails into his back, drawing out a groan from him as I brush my palm down his back and to his butt, pulling him closer and closer. Dominique increases his pace, pummeling me as he whispers dirty words into my ear. His tongue finds the sensitive spot beneath my ear as he kisses it, his warm tongue drawing a response from me. Dominique pulls my right thigh up, with his hand underneath my knee as he ms into me. ¡°Oh, God. Fuck me, Dom.¡± I moan into his ear, pulling at his locks and he groans in response. Dominique leans back, throwing my legs above his shoulders as he starts to ram into me, all the way in, his balls pping against my ass as he thrusts in and out of me at a fast pace. ¡°Please don¡¯t stop,¡± I cry out. ¡°More, Dom. Fuck me harder.¡± Dominique drops my right thigh on the bed as he brings his hand in between my legs. His thrust is slow, and with his thumb on my swollen clit, Dominique starts to rub small circles on my clit. ¡°Oh, fuck,¡± I moan loudly, tears of pleasure streaming down the corners of my eyes as he increases the pace of his finger on my clit. ¡°God, I¡¯m going to cum.¡± ¡°I want you to cum on my cock,¡± Dominique groans as he slides in and out of me in slow, treacherous motions as he continues to stroke my throbbing clit with his thumb. With onest stroke of his thumb, I feel my orgasm rip through me as I moan loudly. My whole body vibrates, and my legs shake as I climax for the second time. Dominique leans down to nt a kiss on the corner of my eyes, the corner of my lips, and then a final peck on my lips as he taps my sex twice before pulling out. With his hand on my ankle, Dominique flips me effortlessly so that I¡¯m lying on my stomach. ¡°On all fours, babe.¡± Dominique orders and I obey. God, I feel open in this position. Dominique suddenly smacks my ass and I yelp in surprise, a moan escaping my lips. ¡°You like that, don¡¯t you?¡± Dominique asks, pushing my thighs apart as he chuckles sadistically. I nod in response, craning my neck to stare at him behind me. ¡°Words, Robyn. Use your words.¡± He says, his palming in contact with my butt cheek again and I let out a whimper. ¡°Fuck, yes.¡± ¡°Now, aren¡¯t you a bad girl?¡± He says as he slides in again without any warning. ¡°Oh, fuck.¡± I cry out as Dominique groans. ¡°God, I¡¯m never gonna get enough of this.¡± He says as he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. Dominique cups one of my breasts in his other hand as he squeezes, his hips rocking back and forth as he pummels into me from behind in fast strokes. My ass jiggles with every thrust, bouncing at the contact of his pelvis as he fucks me like an animal. ¡°God, how can you feel so fucking good?¡± Dominique growls as he lets go of my hair to wrap his hand around my neck. The pressure on my throat muffles my moans as Dominique leans down to whisper dirty words into my ear. My vision is blurry, tears of pleasure sliding down my cheeks as I grip the sheets. Dominique releases my neck when I can¡¯t get air through my lungs as he grips my chin instead. I lean backward, pushing my hips back to meet his every thrust. Dominique groans into my ear as he kisses my cheek. He trails the kisses down my neck as he takes back control, mming into me balls deep, his pace fast and rough. Dominique releases his hand on my chin as he runs his hands down my torso to my waist. With one hand on my butt and the other on my breast, Dominique nts soft kisses on my shoulder des, his warm lips grazing my sweaty skin as he nibbles on the flesh. ¡°Fuck, I¡¯m gonna cum inside you.¡± He growls into my ear as he increases his pace, pummeling my sex deeper and faster. ¡°God, I would love that.¡± I moan, my fingers gripping the sheets as I feel my third orgasm in the pit of my stomach. ¡°Fuck, I¡¯m gonna cum again.¡± With a few deep strokes, Dominique and I reach the edge together as we let go. My body shakes as my orgasm rips through me. I clench my walls around his cock that¡¯s slowly softening as I feel his body vibrate behind me while he finishes inside me. Dominique pulls out as I copse on the bed with my face against a pillow. I¡¯m exhausted and sweaty as Dominique crashes on the bed next to me, with his strong arm thrown around my waist. My hair is damp from sweat as I turn my head to look at him, a small smile ying on my lips as I stare at him. He¡¯s sweating too, his golden brown locks are disheveled and moist with sweat. ¡°That was hot,¡± Dominique whispers as he nts a kiss on my forehead. I chuckle lightly. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t hurt you, did I?¡± ¡°No. I¡¯m fine.¡± I say softly. Dominique shes me a small smile as he pushes a wet strand out of my face and behind my ear. ¡°You¡¯re so beautiful. I could get used to this. Making love to you and lying next to you every fucking morning.¡± What does this mean? Does he mean he wants to do this again? And again? And why does the idea of it want to make me jump to the moon? I blush, my eyes looking anywhere else but him.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024. ¡°Don¡¯t get over your head,¡± I tell him, my eyes glued to his tattooed pec instead of his dangerous blue eyes. Dominique chuckles. ¡°If I can remember vividly you said you were never gonna fuck me again and you were serious about it.¡± I gasp, flushed with embarrassment as I smack his chest. Dominique chuckles. ¡°Fuck you, Gray.¡± ¡°Yeah, we just did,¡± Dominique says as he pulls me into his arms, an arrogant smirk on his lips as he stares into my eyes. ¡°And god knows I wanna do it again¡­ and again.¡± He whispers, his gaze flickering to my lips before bringing them back to rest on my eyes. I bite my bottom lip, my right thigh syed over his hip as I run my fingers through his hair. His cock, pressed against my thigh, twitches as it slowly grows hard again. ¡°I like this. Me and you, like this.¡± I whisper as I trail a finger down the length of his strong arm. This feels good. It¡¯s nice actually. And maybe we don¡¯t have to put abel on it yet, but I am sure of one thing. Whatever I¡¯m feeling right now, even though it¡¯s unfamiliar and terrifying, I don¡¯t want it to end. I want to wake up next to him naked and exhausted from being fucked into oblivion by him. I want to be by his side, supporting him when he needs support, and I want to be there for him. Matter of fact, I want him and I want to be with him even though with Dominique it feels like uncharted territory. And maybe it¡¯s time Ie to terms with the fact that I¡¯ve fallen in love with him. And as frightening as it may sound, it¡¯s not so bad after all. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!