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His Games, Her Rules Twenty Seven
I climb down the steps of St. José 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 be coming 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 chuck
His Games, Her Rules Twenty Eight
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 the last 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 show
His Games, Her Rules Twenty Nine
I slow my steps at once as I cross my arms over my chest, with my eyes fixed on the last 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 become 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.”
His Games, Her Rules Thirty
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 glances 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 gladly 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 playing 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 slamming against the muscular 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 si
His Games, Her Rules Thirty One
“Okay, guess who’s going to a charity gala 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 just coming 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 shou
His Games, Her Rules Thirty Two
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 glamor 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 to come to this event in the first place 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 place where they can boast about their wealth, is the kind of place they would be.I exhale deeply as we climb up the concrete steps. Mo
His Games, Her Rules Thirty Three
DOMINIQUEI saw her the minute she walked into the room, commanding attention she didn’t notice. With a mask on, and her body clad 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 becoming 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 the lady 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 glare at him.“What? Can’t I admire a beautiful woman?” He asks
His Games, Her Rules Thirty Four
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 playing 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 places 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 th
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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
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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
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
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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
