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His Games, Her Rules Sixteen
“Voila, what do you think?” Monique appears in my room as she does a 360 and poses for me, a smirk gracing her lips.I swivel around in my dresser chair as I look at her, glancing at the outfit and her look.“Are you gonna say something anytime soon?”“Don’t you think it’s a little slutty?”“Great. That’s what I was going for.” She says as she smiles and walks toward my dresser mirror, standing beside me as she cleans the smear of lipstick on the corner of her lips and smacks her lips together.“I thought we were going for hot-and-sexy today,” I say, running my fingers through my wavy hair as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.“Ugh. I thought this looked good.”“You look good, really. With the whole denim shorts and crop top and boots. I’m wearing a dress.”“Yeah, you should fit that tight ass in a dress. You’re not gonna get some in some jeans anyway.”“There’s nothing wrong with wearing jeans.”“I know. But men stare at women in dresses more than they stare at women in jeans.”
His Games, Her Rules Seventeen
DOMINIQUE“Who knew refurbishing and reopening Club Rogue for the public would be this successful on our first night,” My younger brother, Leo, says as he stands next to me, arms on the glass panel as we stare at the down level.“There’s nothing like putting men, women, and alcohol in one room. People like shit like that.” I say, slipping a Cuban cigar in between my lips.Leo brings out a lighter from his suit jacket and lights the end of the cigar for me.“Thanks,” I say to him, eyes not leaving the people beneath us.Club Rogue is my brother’s second establishment. When he came to me five years ago with the idea of opening a club, a sex club actually, and asked me to invest in his idea with assurance I was going to get one-third of his income, I didn’t like the idea. I like to spend my money on things that matter, not things like nightclubs and kink clubs.My brother and my closest friend think it is weird. They believe since I like to spend most of my weekends in places like Club R
His Games, Her Rules Eighteen
DOMINIQUERobyn is no longer on the dance floor but in the bar area, sitting on one of the bar stools. As I approach her, I notice she’s calling the attention of the bartender who’s busy serving drinks to other customers.I stand on the left side of her, bringing out a few notes from my wallet as I hand it to the guy occupying the seat on her left.“Fuck off now, would you?” I say to the man. He gives me a nod and an apologetic smile as he picks up the notes and scurries away.I occupy the now empty seat, with my focus on the one woman who’s found her way into my mind and refuses to leave.“Who’s the beautiful lady in red?” I ask.Robyn turned to look at me like she knew it was me the minute I sat down. She flashes me a smirk, one that I haven’t seen on her since we met as she turns around in her seat so that she’s facing me.How drunk is she?“Look who it is. If it isn’t the infamous Mr. Gray.” She says in a whisper, letting her eyes travel down my body. For a second something flashe
His Games, Her Rules Nineteen
I slowly peel my eyes open, squinting and groaning as I place my hand on my forehead. God, my head hurts so bad, it feels like a party is going on in my head.How much did I drink last night?I peel my eyes wide open, coming face to face with the darkness in my room. But there’s something strange about this room, this doesn’t look like my room even though the room is a little dark. Even the sheets don't feel like mine. I run my fingers over the sheets and it’s silk. I don’t have silk sheets.“What’s going on? Where am I?” I groan, slowly sitting up.God, my mouth tastes like acid and my voice is a little hoarse.Fuck.The door at the corner of the room opens and someone walks in. I squint my eyes, trying to make out the person as this person pushes something apart, a ray of sunshine pours into the room.I shut my eyes at once, the sunlight burning my eyes.“Fuck.” I groan.“So sorry about that, ma’am.” A voice says and it’s a woman with a Spanish accent.I slowly open my eyes again as
His Games, Her Rules Twenty
As I get dressed, I think about how I’m supposed to face the man I loathe after waking up in his bed half-naked and hungover because I may have had too much to drink and he brought me here.Goddamit, Robyn, how could you lose control of yourself like that? Why the fuck did I even let this happen?I run my fingers through my hair to comb out the tangles. I open the first drawer in the nightstand and fortunately, there’s a big toothcomb inside, along with other things that I’d rather not touch. I run the comb through my hair, combing out the strands. My hair is a little damp and luckily I always carry one or two rubber bands in my bag. I grab my bag from the foot of the bed and I take one rubber band, wrapping it around my hair in a low ponytail. I slip my feet inside my shoes and risk a glance at my reflection in the full-length mirror.Well, I don’t look that bad.I open the door that Helen came in with and I step into a hallway, with a few doors on either side of the hallway.Well,
His Games, Her Rules Twenty One
“Thank you, Ross,” I say to Dominique’s driver as I shut the back seat door.“You have a nice day, ma’am,” Ross says from the open driver's window.With a small wave, I head toward my apartment building as I step into the lobby and walk toward the elevator. I press open the elevator and step inside, leaning against the far wall. As the elevator slides shut, a hand quickly stops the elevator from closing as this person rushes in before the elevator closes.It’s Tyler.“Robyn, hey.” Tyler smiles at me, running his fingers through his hair as he leans against the elevator wall.Fucking hell. I can’t deal with this today, not when I have had an embarrassing and stressful day.“Hello, Tyler.” I flash him a small smile, pulling out my phone from my bag to avoid having a conversation with him.I can’t believe it’s 12:15 pm. I slept through half of the day. Monique had given me 15 missed calls and several text messages. And there are several messages from Tiwa and Noah on our group chat askin
His Games, Her Rules Twenty Two
“Okay, Camilla, tell me if you can feel this,” I say to the brunette patient lying on the hospital bed as I pinch her wrist. She yelps, yanking away her arm as she gives me a look.“So sorry about that. I just wanted to be sure you’re fine.”“I’m fine, really. I guess I’ve been stressing myself too much lately and I needed to take a break.”“Mmm. If you don’t mind me asking, what has been stressing you?” I ask, replacing her saline bag with a new one. “This will keep you hydrated,” I tell her, referring to the saline bag.“Well, I’m getting married soon and I’m nervous and afraid I’m going to fuck shit up.”“Oh.” I sigh. I’ve never been married so I really don’t know how I’m supposed to comfort a person who’s nervous about getting married.Looking at Camilla, she should be around my age. A Good Samaritan rushed her in not too long ago and according to the man she collapsed at a shopping mall. Luckily, nothing happened to her.“Well, I don’t know the best advice to give you, but I thin
His Games, Her Rules Twenty Three
“Doctor.” Dominique addresses Doctor Sanders with a tight-lipped smile.Doctor Sanders nods. “Mr. Gray. To what do we owe your visit?”“If you don’t mind, I’d like to have a word with Miss Denver.”“Okay.” Doctor Sanders says, matching Dominique’s conflicting gaze.“Alone.” Dominique grits out, still wearing a devilish smirk as he stares at Doctor Sanders.I sigh, trying so hard not to facepalm in front of these men. What are they doing? “Can we talk some other time, Doctor Sanders?” I ask, giving the doctor a small smile.He sighs, locking eyes with me as if asking me if he should leave or not. I nod in agreement. Doctor Sanders watches me for a second and nods as he stands up.“Thanks for the food,” I add.Doctor Sanders gives Dominique a stink eye as he sidesteps the billionaire and walks away. Dominique sits down on the now empty seat as he unbuttons his suit jacket. I look around, and just like I expected, some of the doctors, nurses, and hospital guests are watching us, but the
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