All Chapters of His Games, Her Rules: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

You know that moment in your life when you wished you’d quit your job and do something else with your life? Well, this is that moment for me.As I park my car, I wish this is a bad dream and maybe I’ll wake up sooner than later, but it’s not a dream. This is really happening. I’m in Dominique Gray’s house and I’m here to administer him treatment.Monday has never been my day. Mondays are one of the worst days in the week and I despise Mondays. I was doing my work today, attending to patients assigned to me when I got a call that the president of St. José wanted to see me. On getting there, I was told Dominique Gray, the hospital’s stockholder and “New York’s finest” was ill and needed treatment in his home and he “specifically” wanted me to come over and administer his treatment.He could have gotten anyone, a registered nurse, a doctor, anyone at all, but yet he wanted me to be the one. I wanted to argue and tell my superior I couldn't do it, but I didn't because I knew it wouldn't he

DOMINIQUE“What proposition?”“A no-strings-attached relationship.”“Come on, Dom. Have you seen her? You of all people should know she would never agree to that. She’s a one-man kind of woman. The type who would only agree to fuck you because she likes you, have feelings for you or loves you. Robyn doesn’t seem to feel that way toward you.” Oliver says as he shifts in his seat. “I’ve seen her eyes, Ollie. She wants me.”“Maybe not the same way that you want her.”“For fuck’s sake. Sex used to be simple.”“Yeah, well, then you met Robyn. Everything seems difficult and strange.” Oliver says. “You should ask her out. Like a date. And maybe you should ask her what she really wants. She probably thinks you want to use her for sex and then get rid of her when the newest best thing comes along.”I open my mouth to argue about Oliver’s claims but instead, I clamp my mouth shut. I’ve never offered a no-strings-attached relationship to any woman before. The women that I brought home, I don’t

For the next twenty minutes, I can barely concentrate because I left Ross out there.“Do you think he’s still there?” I ask.“You could check.”I sigh and stand up as I walk to the front door. Yanking the door open, I hope Ross has left after waiting for too long, but that hope crashes at the sight before me. Ross is standing there, the bouquet of lilies in his hand as he stares at me.Oh, boy. I hope Dominique is paying him well because this is completely absurd.“Why are you still here?”“I told you why, Ma’am. I can’t go back to my boss without getting a yes from you.”“Right.” I sigh as I cross my arms. “And where’s your boss?”“In his office.”“Okay. Give me a minute.” I turn around and unlock the door as I step inside, shutting the door behind me with a groan.“What’s up?” Monique asks when I reach the living room.“I’m left with no choice but to go to Dominique myself.”“Oh, boy. I like that choice,” she grins as she wiggles her eyebrows. “Do you want me to help you pick out a

I can’t believe I’m doing this.And why the hell did I even think I could avoid this? He’s Dominique Gray. He always gets what he wants. One look at his ocean-blue eyes and I was ready to do anything he asked of me. That is how well he commands my body.I can’t fight this. I can’t win this. Whatever games we are playing, I don’t think I’m ever going to win. I may have won the first time, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to win again.I stare at my reflection through the mirror on my dresser as I apply lipstick on my lips. Monique is going through my closet looking for the perfect dress for me. She squealed like the one who was going on a date when I told her I said yes. Her first words were, “I knew you were going to say yes. There was no guarantee you could resist that long.”I cover the lipstick as I smack my lips together. My hair is done, all thanks to Monique, and I look good. I didn’t want to overdo it, but the minute Monique took over to prepare me for this date, she made it a

“I’m sorry?” I ask, not believing he just dared me to touch myself right here, with him sitting in front of me and in public. He must be joking.“I said I want you to touch yourself, Robyn, right here and now. And don’t hold back your moans, I want to listen to how you feel when you pleasure yourself. And you have less than three minutes to cum.”This is a joke, right? I stare at his blue eyes for any proof of whether he's joking or not, but there is none. He’s actually not joking.“What if I fake an orgasm?”“I’ll know. You will show me proof.”“You can’t be serious, Dominique, I could get caught.”“Then try not to get caught. Or you could always back down.”“And let you win?”“Then this will be an easy fit for you then.” Dominique smirks at me.Nobody knows this but I get turned on by the idea of getting caught when I’m doing something erotic in a public place. As much as this is crazy, the idea of getting caught is like my personal stimulant. I could actually have sex in a public b