All Chapters of Seven Nights With The Man I Ruined : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"My name is not Dakota. In fact, I have no name.""What do you mean?" I blink at him perplexedly.The silence of his lips continues to grow my curiosity and confusion.Dakota takes a deep breath and his shoulders slump more like he is gathering the courage to speak."My mother was a housemaid, who got pregnant by a married guy. None of them wanted me, so she left me in a local orphanage where she was raised. There, the caretakers used to call me Dakota's son and I thought it was my name, so I started using it everywhere. Until it was very late and I was stuck with this name."I feel a clench in my chest, like someone squeezing my beating heart from all sides. Though his voice sounds normal, I could feel the hidden pain behind his every word."I never understood why everyone made fun of my name and called me a girl." He murmurs to himself.My hands clutch on to my side like a coward as I do not have the courage to console

Point of View: Dakota BlackPlease bear in mind.. This chapter depicts more about his personality(head) than his emotions(heart)I wake up with a sudden jolt and feel the wetness of sweat rolling behind my ears. I hear my heart pounding in my chest as I breathe in short, with panicking gasps.I was back in that moment, three years ago. In that car crash, which changed my life forever.I was back in that driver's seat and I could see the flash of another car getting brighter and closer, before it collides right into mine with a speed of jet.I could still hear the crunch of metal and feel the impact of my head hitting the glass window while my ribs take all the poundage of the crash.I look around as I try to orient myself where I am, but everything seems unfamiliar. It takes me a moment to realize that I am in my own bedroom, not in that hospital room where I had woken up after the accident.My hand reaches below my heart and I feel my bones in place. All five of them. Thank god! Noth

What the fuck is this shit?I jolt up in my bed with a siren buzzing beside my head.It's the innovation of Apple watch which can sound as annoying as a dying truck.I slap shut the alarm and sleep back under my cosy blanket, but suddenly my ass tingles as if it remembers the heavy spanking of his gorilla hands.I sit up, naked under the sheets with a bit of sweet soreness humming in my bones from last night. I throw the blanket away and get in for a hot shower.I shampoo my hair and as usual, I use all the Dior products on the shelf. My palm wipes the steam off the glass and I look into the shameless eyes staring back at me."You stupid bitch!" I bark at my reflection."What the fuck was that, 'Dakota please.. make me come.. fuck me.' You headless dildo! Why did you beg him like you never came in your life?" I yell at myself.I can't believe I sold my dignity for one mindblowing orgasm."And then why o

Right at 8:09 AM, the man of the house and the king of my hell, comes striding in with a face like a magazine's cover.Wet hair combed behind his ears nicely, with the first two buttons undone of his white shirt, which hugs his beastly shoulders elegantly.Why so shiny? Did he shower for Vogue?Dakota keeps the jacket of his navy blue suit along with a matching tie on the counter and sits in front of me with his multi-millionaire CEO demeanor.So, he is going to the office today."Your omelette with toast." I lean on, sliding the porcelain plate towards him and a whiff of his fresh musky cologne hits my nose, which somehow pleases my lungs. They like it.Dakota stares at his not-so-burnt omelette then looks up at me. I smile."And an expresso for the depresso." I purr while pushing a cup of de-cafed coffee under his dark circles.Avocado eyes narrow at me and I hear his jaw clench. "Funny." He grits bitterly. "Yeah.. Which you are not!" I smirk sarcastically then take a sip from my

I tear a part of my dress and fold my money in it.I hide it safely in the closet's drawer, inside a pair of bathroom slippers so he couldn't find them.I don't trust that cheap king. He already stole my clothes, and other alternatives. What if that miser steals my money too?And then he has the audacity to tell me I am good for nothing. I'll show him what am good at..I take a scissor and stomp towards his room. I am going to give all of his underwears a makeover. I will convert them into thongs, liked the one he wanted me to wear, then steal his clothes and run away like the biggest motherfucker he has ever seen.He-He-Ha-Ha!I push the handle of his bedroom's door and the digital panel of the lock screams at me in a robotic voice, 'Access denied. Access denied.'The fuck! This bastard has finger prints access all over his place. I can't even open a fucking door or drawer without his permission.It's like this