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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.
DominicShe's sitting there, gazing at me with those defiant and challenging eyes, and all I want is to press her against the wall, igniting a passionate encounter.“Are you ready for me?” I inquire sensually, my eyes savoring every inch of her. I've been fucking since I first laid eyes on her earlier.She swivels her chair towards me, tilting her chin defiantly. She desires this.I step away from the door, taking leisurely strides towards her. Her lips are adorned with that provocative nude lipstick, and I yearn to taste it.I wrap my right hand around her neck and lean to her level. “Say yes,” I whisper, locking eyes with her. She shakes her head stubbornly. I apply a bit of pressure, and her eyes darken with desire. So Savannah isn't as innocent as she appears.Excellent. I won't need to be gentle with her then."I'd better convince you," I murmur just before I capture her lips, tasting those plum lips I've been tempting since she emerged from her room today.She reciprocates the ki
Savannah, The wedding is tomorrow.I don't know why I'm nervous, to be honest. Or maybe I do know why, but I don't believe it.Dominic and I haven't had much time together since that day at the hotel. I've been running around like a headless chicken, and he has been busy with upcoming projects.Now I'm at my mom's place, trying to convince her to come. “I don't know, Savannah; your dad and his family will be there.”“Ignore them, Mama. Please, I need my mother with me.”Her eyes softened. “Okay, fine,” she concedes. I squeal happily. “But I can't promise I will back down if Becca starts anything.”I nod happily. “Thanks, Momma.” I walked over and kissed her cheeks before returning to my seat. “Will Evans come?”He left again and hasn't been responding to any calls. “Did you invite him?”I nod. “I tried to, but he wouldn't pick up my phone, so I sent a text,” one he hasn't replied to yet.“Well, we'll see then.” Her indifference to his disappearance bothers me because doesn't she wonde