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His Games, Her Rules Eighteen
DOMINIQUERobyn 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 occupying 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 occupy 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 beautiful lady in red?” I ask.Robyn turned to look at me like she knew it was me the minute I sat down. She flashes 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 flashe
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I slowly peel my eyes open, squinting and groaning as I place 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 drink last night?I peel my eyes wide open, coming 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 accent.I slowly open my eyes again as
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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 to comb out the tangles. I open the first drawer in the nightstand and fortunately, there’s a big toothcomb inside, along with other things that I’d rather not touch. I run the comb through my hair, combing 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 glance 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,
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“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 flash 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 askin
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“Okay, Camilla, tell me if you can feel this,” I say to the brunette 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 much lately and I needed to take a break.”“Mmm. If you don’t mind me asking, what has been stressing you?” I ask, replacing 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 to comfort a person who’s nervous about getting married.Looking at Camilla, she should be around my age. A Good Samaritan rushed her in not too long ago and according to the man she collapsed at a shopping mall. Luckily, nothing happened to her.“Well, I don’t know the best advice to give you, but I thin
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“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 the
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“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 slam 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, tasti
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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.“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.”
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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
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“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
