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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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“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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“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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“Voila, 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, glancing 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.”
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DOMINIQUE“Who knew refurbishing and reopening Club Rogue for the public would be this successful on our first night,” My younger brother, Leo, says as he stands next to me, arms on the glass 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 income, 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 places like Club R
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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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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
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“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
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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
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“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
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“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.”
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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,
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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
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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
