Dominic Harrison Novels & Stories

He had never anticipated her to possess such remarkable intelligence. Dominic was acquainted with the stringent nature of Mr. Hubbard, the one in charge at Topcom. Securing a contract with him proved to be a challenging task. When Kathy presented her proposal, Harvard Group had already submitted its plan to Topcom. Kathy's proposal arrived one day later, leading Dominic to believe they had missed the opportunity to collaborate with Topcom. He had never expected them to emerge victorious. Nevertheless, Dominic's suspicions regarding Kathy's motives remained. Kathy had once been deeply devoted to Xavier. Now, having secured the Topcom contract, Dominic found it difficult to discern her true in

I ordered a black coffee I did not particularly want and wrapped both hands around the mug and told myself to breathe normally. He walked in at exactly the time I had given him. Not a minute early, not a minute late. That was Dominic. He scanned the room the way he always did, that quick efficient sweep, found me in about two seconds, and came over. He had dressed down, or what passed for dressed down when you were Dominic Hartley. Dark jeans, a grey shirt, no tie. No assistant behind him. No phone already in his hand. He pulled out the chair across from me and sat like he was trying to take up less space than usual, which for a man his size was not entirely successful but I noticed the effo

Harper Vale had been home from college for exactly three months, and she'd spent approximately seventy percent of that time watching the man next door through her bedroom window. Not her proudest moment. But also, not something she was planning to stop. His name was Dominic Cross. Thirty-two years old, dark hair that fell just past his collar, perpetual five o'clock shadow, and the kind of body that came from actual labor, not a gym membership. He restored vintage motorcycles in his garage, all grease-stained hands and corded forearms, and Harper had never been particularly interested in bikes until she'd watched him straddle one shirtless on a Saturday afternoon.

“It’s an order!” I was about to attack the asshole who ordered the hit, but my head turned to Dominic coming this way. A growl escaped from his mouth as he got closer to the room. He looked nothing like he did before. He was bleeding from the gunshot wounds, but they immediately closed up. “WHO IS THAT?!” The first officer asked. “WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!”

she was looking at him in fear. Lauren Serrano 's brain could not react at all. How could it be Dominic Thompson ? It's Atlas Harrison 's big brother! Lauren Serrano turned her head in panic to look for Atlas Harrison , but she found that Atlas Harrison was sitting in the guest's seat, smiling gently at her. This made her very depressed. "I don't know, you were so eager to become my woman. I'll give you this chance. " Dominic Thompson 's deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of teasing.

"Colton, can't say I've heard that name before." Dominic chuckled lightly and took a sip of his drink. He placed the glass back down with a happy sigh. "Why of course you haven't, I'm just a humble casino owner. I, however, know much about you Ace Hernandez." I stared at him with a stoic expression. Is Dominic Colton friend or foe? Either way I wasn't amused by the tone of his voice. Fuck, I hardly liked anyone I just met. So perhaps he is just a sarcastic bastard.

He always did. "As a matter of fact, I do," he replied happily, and I could hear him typing away, with classical music in the background. "His name is Dominick Luciano, or Big Dom. He used to be a big hustler in Vegas back in the seventies. You couldn't enter anywhere in the city at one time without dealing with at least one of his people." I remembered hearing something about Big Dom in one of Jaxon's stories about his mother, but I couldn't recall any other details, just the name. He sounded like the guy I was looking for.

Lisanna said. "Dominic! Why do you have so many scars? What did you pay for?" Dominic looked down at his scar, his face was filled with coldness. Dominic is the founder of the famous assassin organization, so he has to face many dangers. If he hadn't fought death so often, he would never have been able to train anyone. However, Dominic did not tell Lisanna this. He moved on to another topic. "Do not worry! These are just old wounds. I have another wound that you need to check out. Lisanna, give me your hand."

His looks are similar to those of that dude. I knew I shouldn't think about him, but the term handsome immediately brought to mind, Gavin. I was in a perilous situation since I couldn't stop thinking about him no matter where I was or what time it was. "Mr. Gavin Adams, last but not least. One of our most important investors and architects." 'Look, I was correct. He was always attractive, no matter what he wore or where I saw him.' While staring at him, I reflected. As Mr. Smith at his side looked at me, I returned my eyes to him.

As he muttered and looked at his stiffening manhood “Marsha hold that pose please” he said “ I want to bathe the face of the baby”. Marsha Martin giggled “I thought you would never ask Dominique hurry and come I need u deep inside me right now” Dominique shifted the leg of the cotton panty and entered his favourite honey hole that was already slippery and wet as he glided in deeper and deeper with each thrust. “Take time Dominique” Marsha urged. “Sorry babes but you feel so nice I can’t help myself but to feast and stuff you full. “ His voice strained and cracked