All Chapters of His Games, Her Rules: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The doorknob rattles as I step out of the kitchen, wiping my hands on a towel. The front door swings open and Monique stumbles in, giggling like a love-struck teenager. Right behind her is Dave, grinning at her with stars in his eyes. I lean against the wall, arms crossed, watching them with mild curiosity. Monique spins around when she spots me. “Robyn! You’re home?” “Yup.” I flash her a too-sweet smile, then glance at Dave. “Hi, Dave.” He leans in through the door with a small wave. “Hey, Robyn.” “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” I turn back toward the kitchen, doing my best to pretend I didn’t just walk into the middle of a rom-com. I made spaghetti and meatballs earlier before Monique stumbled into the foyer with Dave. Now I’m sitting on a barstool, twirling my fork through the pasta, listening to them giggle like love-struck teenagers. Dear God. Maybe I’m cringing because I’ve never been in love, or maybe it’s because I can see right through Dave—and I know he’

I descend the steps of St. José, my work bag slung over one shoulder and my hair pulled into a loose ponytail. The parking lot stretches ahead under the dimming evening sky. It’s fifteen minutes past seven, and my shift just ended. Right now, all I want is to go home, take a long shower, and binge-watch Seinfeld on Netflix—again. Monique texted earlier that she wouldn’t be coming home tonight—she’s at Dave’s place. I’m happy for her, truly, even though I still think she deserves better. But as long as he treats her right, maybe my opinion doesn’t matter. A hand on my shoulder stops me in my tracks. I flinch and turn around quickly, heart skipping. Doctor Sanders pulls his hand back instantly, raising both palms in mock surrender, a sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry—I didn’t mean to startle you. I called your name a few times, but you had your earbuds in. Makes sense now,” he says, dropping his hands. I exhale and chuckle nervously, slipping my earbuds into my bag. “Yeah, sorry

I slow my steps immediately, arms crossing over my chest as my eyes lock onto the last person I expected to see tonight. “What are you doing here, Dominique?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. “Are you stalking me now?” A smirk curls across his lips as he peels himself off the opposite wall, unhurried, confident. “That’s cute, Robyn. Why would I need to stalk you?” He licks his bottom lip slowly, his gaze still pinned to mine. God, why does that have to look sexy? Since when did licking your bottom lip become that attractive? “Well, for one, you’re here—outside the restroom. Waiting. For me. I might have called that cute if it wasn’t borderline creepy.” His hands slide casually into his pockets as his gaze drags down my body, slow and unapologetic, soaking in every inch like it’s his right. My skin prickles. “You look beautiful,” he says. “As always.” Then his eyes narrow slightly, a glint of smug satisfaction in them. “Nice date you’ve got there.” Of course he saw us. “I c

Monique tips back the rest of her champagne before setting the empty flute on a passing server’s tray. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?” The voice carries effortlessly through the ballroom. Conversations gradually die down as every head turns toward the stage. A woman wearing an elegant ivory mask and a floor-length satin gown steps up to the microphone. “Thank you all for joining us this evening. My name is Marianne Cooper, and I’m a representative of The Voss Foundation.” She smiles warmly before continuing. “Tonight’s gala is hosted by our founder, Dominique Voss—CEO of The Voss Empire. To many of us, Mr. Voss is a friend, a colleague, and a business partner. But to the children and families whose lives have been touched by The Voss Foundation, he’s something else entirely. He’s someone who believes that compassion should be measured not by words, but by the lives we change.” A ripple of polite applause moves through the room. “Mr. Voss has

DOMINIQUE I saw her the minute she walked into the room—commanding attention without even noticing. Dressed in that red gown and wearing a mask, I still knew it was her. I just knew. She looked beautiful. So beautiful it hurt to look away. And I didn’t. Even when Marianne took the stage and began her speech, my eyes remained locked on Robyn. This distraction was becoming something else entirely. And the sooner she gave in to what we both wanted, the better. She had taken over my thoughts—morning, afternoon, and night. And now, she was starting to appear in my dreams too. As insane as it sounded, I didn’t want her to leave my head. Or my dreams. “Who’s the lady in red?” Oliver asked, his eyes glued to Robyn. “Damn, she’s gorgeous,” Leo added from the other side. “Even with a mask on, you can tell she’s fucking hot.” I turned and shot him a glare. “What?” he said, smirking. “Can’t a guy admire a beautiful woman?” I shook my head and brought the glass of whiskey to