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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 nonchalant 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 his lab coat.

“There’s no paradise.”

“That’s true. You did tell me you were not in a relationship. 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, relationships are the last 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 and commitment 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 who later 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 woman later 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 accident.

I was the one who had to tell the woman that her wife was dead. When Doctor Ricci 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 to comfort patients even though comforting them isn’t part of our jobs.

“Who’s your date tomorrow night?” Doctor Sanders asks, pulling me out of my head.

“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 José doesn't throw them often.”

“So who’s your date? Or are you coming alone?”

“I am coming with a friend.”

“That’s good to hear. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you become a nurse?”

I lean back in my seat, arms crossed as I watch Doctor Sanders. He’s a nice man, accommodating, and patient, and he’s easy to work with. One thing I admire about him is that he’s a professional man, he’s committed, 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’d come to terms with. He’s an attractive man, and his voice, deep and masculine, paired with his Scottish accent makes him even hotter.

The last thing I would never do is have any kind of affair with a man from work, be it a sexual relationship or a passionate relationship. 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.

“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 flash 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, placing 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 the last person on earth who would date or have an affair with anybody from St. José but Doctor Scottish Accent 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 glad y’all know workplace affairs aren't my thing.”

“Neither is any type of affair,” Tiwa says.

“Wow. Why is everyone concerned about my relationship 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 glare at Noah from underneath my eyelashes.

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 my lack of a partner.”

“Cool,” Tiwa says, throwing her hands up.

“Plus, you both are single. None of you are in a relationship but my lack 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 relationship, 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 planned 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 plan so we aborted it. She believed karma would deal with him sooner or later.

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.”

“Lola is part of my life. If anyone is willing to start a relationship 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’re committed to your work and relationship 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 a laugh 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 up late, but I’ll be here.”

“Of course, you’ll show up late. 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 gonna come 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. José 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 workplace.

“I’m the last person you should be asking that. I know nothing when it comes 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.

“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 and coming to stand by my side.

“Also, there won’t be any partying, they probably just want to introduce the newest stockholder, share drinks, laugh 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 the large 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, glancing 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.”

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  • His Games, Her Rules   Eight

    One thing St. José’s staff are pretty good at is throwing good hospital parties. Ever since I started working here, St. José has thrown at least five parties to commemorate 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, laughing 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 and laughed at whatever thing he was telling her. Tiwa is going through her phone,

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  • His Games, Her Rules   Nine

    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 never come back?“Red does look good on you.” A familiar voice says.I turn around, coming 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. An

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  • His Games, Her Rules   Ten

    “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 succeeded. He’s succeeded in planting 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.

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  • His Games, Her Rules   Eleven

    “Hey, honey bunch. I don’t think I will be able to come home tonight. Be safe and don’t miss me too much. Kisses.” I sit on the bench outside St. José 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 out last week and she gladly accepted.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 relationships and their drama, she’d told me s

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  • His Games, Her Rules   Twelve

    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 class. Why would I expect less from Do

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  • His Games, Her Rules   Thirteen

    DOMINIQUE“Aren’t we gonna address the elephant in the room?” Camilla 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. Camilla 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,” Camilla 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 Camilla visited New York a few months ago with a diamond ring on her finger and a man by her side. We all thought Camilla was never going to get married, at least any

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  • His Games, Her Rules   Fourteen

    “One Diet Coke for you…” Monique places the coke in front of me. “A milkshake for you, Tiwa.” Monique plants 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 extra large 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 everything comes 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-dollar bill from her bag and she slam

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  • His Games, Her Rules   Fifteen

    “Robbie? We’re waiting for deets.” Monique says, snapping her fingers in my face. I slap her fingers away, playfully glaring 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 playing 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, come on. He’s hot.” Tiwa points put.“Especially with that accent,” Monique says, air-quoting the word accent.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 the last 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.”“

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  • His Games, Her Rules   Sixty Six

    DOMINIQUEI can’t sleep. I can’t fucking focus either. Robyn sleeps in my arms, snoring gently as I watch her. God, she’s beautiful.And as feisty and hotheaded as she is, right now as she sleeps in my arms with her arm around me and her thigh between my legs, she looks peaceful and calm.So perfect and beautiful.Fuck my life.I groan silently as I avert my gaze to the ceiling. Robyn whimpers in her sleep as she snuggles closer into me, rubbing her breasts against my chest. We’re both naked, with the duvet shielding our nakedness. I’m slowly getting hard and it’s even harder to focus with Robyn naked and in bed with me and with dirty thoughts rampaging through my brain.I have to get out of here before I fuck her awake.I can’t help but think about what transpired between us a few hours ago. It’s all I can think about as I watch her sleep. Her cries, her moans, her warmth, and how fucking good she felt when I was inside her.God, what’s she doing to me?I slip out of bed without wak

  • His Games, Her Rules   Sixty Five

    “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 planted 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 outl

  • His Games, Her Rules   Sixty Four

    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 place it on the counter. Dominique watches me intently as I place 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. He exhales and licks his bottom lip. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that. Lorenzo’s got that coming for a while.” I flash him a small smile, a small reassurance. “It’s okay. I think it was hot.” Dominique raises his eyebrows, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Huh.” “Although you didn’t have to. I can handle myself. And Lorenzo is not a threat to you.” “I

  • His Games, Her Rules   Sixty Three

    “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, flashing 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 playing 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

  • His Games, Her Rules   Sixty Two

    “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 plants 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 glance at the Cuban woman by his side. She looks to be in her mid or late 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 flatter an old man.” William chuckles as he smiles at me. “Meet my wife Maria.”

  • His Games, Her Rules   Sixty One

    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 slamming hard against my chest.I may have dated a few guys and even though the relationships were casual and not romantic, I have never felt this way with anyone before. The adrenaline rush,

  • His Games, Her Rules   Sixty

    DOMINIQUE “Lay back, spread those pretty legs of yours, and touch yourself,” I command 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 given commands 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

  • His Games, Her Rules   Fifty 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 cabinet, 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

  • His Games, Her Rules   Fifty 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 the comforter off my body as I fling my legs off the bed. I rub my eyelids with both palms as I glance 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 of last night are a blur. I remember going to a club with Camilla and her bridesmaids. I remember having a chat with Aimee for being a complete 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 wal

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