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His Games, Her Rules Forty Three
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
His Games, Her Rules Forty Four
“Okay, so let me get this straight. You are sexually attracted to Dominique, and even though you’re not gonna admit it out loud, you like Dominique. And you enjoyed the sex you both had, but yet you don’t want to agree to a deal where you’re gonna have the best sex of your life without any form of commitment?” Monique stops to wander around the living room as she turns to look at me. “Tell me the truth, Robyn, what’s the color of your problem?”I feign innocence as I shrug my shoulder. “White?”Monique looks at me, her mouth slightly open as she throws her hands in the air.“I think it’s blue,” I say, grinning at my friend.“You’re fucking annoying, you know that, right?”I roll my eyes and pick up the TV remote to resume my serial killer documentary on Netflix. Monique snatches the remote from my hand and glares at me.“Seriously, Robyn. What the fuck? Why are you turning down something as sexy as this? We’re talking about Dominique Gray. Good sex and no commitment. Every girl would
His Games, Her Rules Forty Five
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
His Games, Her Rules Forty Six
Automatically, the door shuts behind me as I pause on my track. Dominique sits on a leather chair behind a large desk.Leonardo Gray sits on the opposite chair as he swivels around to look at me. Two pairs of blue eyes watch me and one of them holds so much intensity as I gulp, shifting my eyes to the large floor-to-ceiling window just to avoid the rush of heat Dominique’s intense gaze gives me.Suddenly, Leo stands up as he says something to his brother that I can’t comprehend. I turn in time to see Leo walking toward me as he stops to give me a once over with a big smile on his face.“Robyn. It’s always nice to meet you.” He stretches his hand to me and I take it.“Likewise.” I return the smile. Slowly, Leo lifts my hand to his lips and plasters a soft peck on the back of my palm.He drops my hand as he sidesteps me and walks out of the office. The minute I hear the mechanic door shut behind me, my senses heighten. Suddenly, there’s not enough oxygen and I can’t breathe. I can hear
His Games, Her Rules Forty Seven
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
His Games, Her Rules Forty Eight
The hostess receives us by the door with a big smile on her pale face. She recognizes Dominique before he can introduce himself.“Your table is right this way, Sir.” She leads us down to the corner of the restaurant that’s a little secluded from the rest of the restaurant.The tables here are few, with one couple already occupying the table at the far end. The hostess pushes a door open and steps through. Dominique leads me through, with his hand on my lower back. His palm on my back sends tingles to my feet and my heartbeat accelerates.“Where’s she taking us?”“To our table,” Dominique replies as he looks down at me, with an unfamiliar glint in his eyes.We climb through a flight of stairs as the hostess opens a door and the evening breeze hits my face. We’re on the rooftop where there are at least five beautiful tents. Underneath the tents are two white chairs and a table with a tablecloth over the tables. There is warm lighting hanging off the tents, with candles on the table.In
His Games, Her Rules Forty Nine
“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
His Games, Her Rules Fifty
I hate flying. Always have and always will.I stare out the window at the cloud just to avoid Dominique’s burning gaze that’s fixed on me. We’re in Dominique’s private jet which is called “The Gray Bird” for some reason and we’ve been flying for ten minutes and yet it feels like it’s been ten hours.The jet is a luxurious aircraft and even the interior screams class. The inside is a nude color and it compliments the exterior. I was awed the minute I climbed up the stairs and entered the jet. Then when I sat down, reality dawned on me. I was really on an aircraft traveling to Santa Monica with Dominique and I’m going to be his pretend girlfriend.Fuck my life.“Are you gonna be done any minute?” I ask as I turn away from the window to glare at Dominique who seems to be enjoying himself from the discomfort he's causing me by continuously staring at me.“With what?”I scoff. “Don’t play smart. You know what I mean.”Dominique smirks as he licks his bottom lip. “Care to tell me why you ch
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