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DominicShe thinks she's smart.She left hastily as if I wasn't wide awake watching her from upstairs. She practically sprinted to the Uber she had called.Huh.I wasn't the only one embarrassed about my actions last night. Honestly, I don't have a reason to kiss her like I did. Do I regret it? No, I don't. If anything, that kiss makes me want more.She's this enigmatic woman who exudes sexual energy. The way she walks, talks, and even speaks sometimes screams nympho, which surprises me because she's a virgin nympho.I snicker at my thoughts as I sift through the files on my table. My office door opens, and I already know it's my dad without needing to look up at him.I'm furious, and I can't even say I understand why he lied because I don't. His footsteps grow closer as he walks to the desk. “Everything's looking good so far,” he comments. “The board has been impressed with the increasing stock numbers.”I lift my head and fix him with a glare. He swallows. “Why?” One question, and f
Sebastian KnightsI'm working on the files in my office when there's a knock on my door. I tilt my head, curious. Did Savannah is here already? “Come in.”The door swings open, and Sophia walks in, beaming. “Hey, Dad.” I smile immediately and stand up to hug her. “How are you doing?”“Sophia,” I stand up and hug and kiss her cheeks. “I didn't expect to see you here. Is everything okay?”She nods. “It is. I was just in the area and thought to visit you.”I smile. “That's lovely of you, my dear,” I say as I sit down and flip the file close.She looks around. “Have you had lunch yet?”“Not yet.” I check the time on my watch. “It's three, and I might have a late lunch.”She pouts. “Why? We can go together right now.”“We can, but…" The ringing of my office phone interrupts me. I hold up one finger. “Yes?”“Good afternoon, sir. There's a lady down here to see you. Savannah.” She pauses. “Savannah Marshall, sir.”She's using the Marshall name already? “Send her up.”“Okay, sir.”I put the p
SavannahIt was him. He donated his kidney to Mom. Why? Why would he do such a thing?Is that why he left early? Is that why he was talking about his death?Oh, no!Could it be?>>>>>>Flash black “Did you anonymously donate the kidney that went to Mom?” I ask, watching as he tenses and looks up.“What makes you think it was me?” he retorts.I scowl. “You disappeared before I could catch see you. You avoided me when I returned. And don't think I missed the wince and the scrunching of your face when you knelt.”He lets out a sigh and pushes his chair back. “It wasn't me.”“Bullshit. Who else would give a kidney to someone who just arrived that day? Who would be that kind?”He meets my gaze. “You'd be surprised how often people do that. It's not a big deal.”“It's a big deal to me. I need to know. Did you donate your kidney to Mom, and why?”“I didn't,” he asserts.I wipe my face. “Are you sure?” He nods.I rise from my seat and start pacing around his desk. He watches me curiously. “Wh
DOMINICLast night, I lost myself in my usual routine, giving in to temptation.Around her, it's become a ritual of sorts—a way of coping since my decision to think about her hot body-. I've even coordinated with one of my regulars to drop by later today.As I get ready for work, a man's voice downstairs catches my attention, accompanied by Savannah's laughter. I tilt my head in disbelief. Could she have brought someone here?With my tie still undone, I rush downstairs. My eyes land on a large man sporting black pants and an Armani shirt. Savannah's leaning in towards him, both of them sharing an inside joke, or so it seems.“What's happening here?” I question sharply. Their heads turn toward me. Savannah rolls her eyes, and she guides the guy to a chair. “Savannah,” I insist harshly, “We need to talk.”“Not now; I have a guest,” she retorts, motioning towards the guy, who shoots me a smirk. “Once he leaves, we can talk.”Who still wears dreads these days?“Savannah,” I grind, my patie
**Dominic**Jess slams the door shut behind her.I stand in the middle of the living room with a raging heart and feel so damn angry. Savannah is determined to make my life a living hell. Why the hell did I ever underestimate her?This is no longer about the stupid rules set; it's more about who will come out on top.Maybe I'm approaching this all wrong. I no longer want to win the house rules; what I want to win is her in my bed.I can't deny that I'm physically attracted to her, and it seems she feels the same way. I see it in the way she acts around me. The only problem that remains is figuring out how to make that happen.She walks down the stairs with a bag of chips, wearing blue shorts and white bikini underwear, smirking at me. “Where's Jess?”I grit my teeth. It's hard to think about being between those thighs hers when all she does is pissed me off. I tilt my head and look at her. Now that I think about it, angry sex might be so much better than everything else.“What was the
Dominic**Savannah yells in horror just as I cover her body with mine. “Get out!” I yell. My already hardened cock deflates immediately.“Oh sh*t, I'm sorry.” The front door swings open and slams shut behind himI looked down to see Savannah's eyes widening and her face flushed. I started laughing, my body shaking from her reaction. She scowls at me. “Get off me.”I bury my face in her hair. “You smell so good.” We both stiffen at my words, reality crashing down hard on us. We just gave in to temptation, and someone walked in on us.I push her off slowly and look down at her. She's covered in my come, as am I from when I was lying on her.“Let me help you,” I say slowly, scared to spook her more than she already is.“No, I can do it.” She pulls on her boy shorts and holds her tiny bikini. “That shouldn't have happened.”No way. “It would've happened eventually.”She looks at me and brushes her hair back. “Maybe we let our emotions get the best of us, but it shouldn't happen again.”I'
- Savannah**I slam the door shut behind me and release a sigh. I don't know how I lost control of my emotions and let my feelings take over.I look down at my chest to see bite marks and his semen. It was intense, I can't deny that, but I need to be more guarded now.I head to the shower for a fresh start. As I'm cleaning myself, there's a gentle knock on the door. “Savannah?”“Yeah?” I call back. What does he want now?“Are you okay in there?” So, now he's concerned? After everything?I roll my eyes. “Shouldn't you be downstairs with Chris?” I ask, changing the subject. “Just go away.”He goes quiet.Then he says, “I just wanted to know if you're okay.”I scowl at the door. “Dude, I'm fine. Just go away and leave me alone with my thoughts right now.”“Okay, you can join us if you'd like.”What? Did that orgasm go to his head? “No, I'm good,” I respond as I throw the towel on the bed and walk over to my drawers to pull out a pair of red lace panties.“Okay, I'll be down then.” I shrug
SavannahDominic is behind the wheel, and I'm in the passenger seat. I told him I would follow, but he refused to leave without me.Talk about annoying.So far, the drive has been pretty quiet. I'm not going to lie; watching Dominic drive is incredibly sexy. The way he shifts gears, his long, manicured nails that look so tempting as they glide over the steering wheelNo doubt, his fingers are skilled. My firsthand experience confirms that. The tension in the car is palpable; you could cut it with a steak knife.“We need to get you a car,” Dominic says suddenly.“No, you don't.”“Yes, we do. You can't be running around relying on Uber anymore. You need to be careful.”I roll my eyes. “I am careful, and there's no need.”“I'm getting you a car.” Honestly, it gets tiring riding in an Uber if I'm being honest.“No, I'll buy it myself. The money I get for being your fiancée can do wonders. Don't worry about it.”His fingers twitched on the wheel. “You can use your money for something else.