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His Games, Her Rules Thirty Eight
“Are you gonna explain to me why we’re in your car smoking weed at around 8 pm or we’re still gonna sit back and enjoy the smell of weed?” I ask, passing the joint to Monique who takes it and puts it in her mouth, taking long drags as she throws her head back and purrs the smoke through her nose and mouth.I don’t smoke, nor does Monique but that doesn’t mean I can’t handle a few smoke down my lungs. I’ve had a taste of weed and cigarettes in the past but I didn’t make a habit of it. Since Monique and I became friends, I’ve only seen her smoke thrice and during those times, she always made me smoke with her because she needed someone. Monique stress-smokes sometimes and right now as we sit in the front seat of her car with SZA blasting from her stereo in a low volume, I have a feeling something has happened.Is it home? Monique barely talks about her family. The only thing I know about her family is that they live in New Jersey. Her dad’s not in the picture. He got his best friend’s 2
His Games, Her Rules Thirty Nine
Club Rogue is particularly packed tonight. It’s Saturday and we’re not the only ones who want to get down and dirty tonight. Monique is looking explicitly beautiful tonight. She’s wearing a simple purple dress with a halter neck that drops at her mid-thigh, just past her butt, paired with knee-length white boots. Her curly hair is perfectly styled to look fuller and her ears are adorned with silver hoop earrings and a silver heart necklace.I, on the other hand, am wearing a black, short leather skirt, and a zebra stripe tube top, paired with white knee-length boots. I didn’t bother with earrings tonight, but my neck is covered in a single customized necklace that says Robyn. I was willing to leave the house wearing baggy jeans and a T-shirt, but Monique and Tiwa pushed me back into my room and made me wear this. Tiwa looks beautiful as well, dressed in a strapless, denim short dress and four-inch white heels with straps that are perfectly tied around her legs. She’s changed her hairs
His Games, Her Rules Forty
My heart beats against my chest rapidly at the sight before me. It’s him. Dominique fucking Gray in the flesh. I haven’t seen this man in a month and God knows I didn’t prepare to meet him today so I don’t know how I’m supposed to react. He’s breathtakingly gorgeous just like every other day that I’ve known him and he smells really good.And just like that the memory of that night comes flooding through my brain like a loose cannon and there’s a familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach.How badly am I attracted to him? Too bad, if I may say.His arms are around my waist, right on the curve of my back as he looks into my eyes. I’m too awed by his presence to form any speech. Leo says he’s left, then what’s he doing here? Looking so fucking attractive. His presence alone is sucking the oxygen out of me and I can’t seem to breathe. Suddenly, I stagger backward, “What the fuck, Dominique?”“Can we talk?”“Talk?” I chuckle tiredly, as I lick my bottom lip. “Why do we need to talk?” I say
His Games, Her Rules Forty One
You know that moment in your life when you wished you’d quit your job and do something else with your life? Well, this is that moment for me.As I park my car, I wish this is a bad dream and maybe I’ll wake up sooner than later, but it’s not a dream. This is really happening. I’m in Dominique Gray’s house and I’m here to administer him treatment.Monday has never been my day. Mondays are one of the worst days in the week and I despise Mondays. I was doing my work today, attending to patients assigned to me when I got a call that the president of St. José wanted to see me. On getting there, I was told Dominique Gray, the hospital’s stockholder and “New York’s finest” was ill and needed treatment in his home and he “specifically” wanted me to come over and administer his treatment.He could have gotten anyone, a registered nurse, a doctor, anyone at all, but yet he wanted me to be the one. I wanted to argue and tell my superior I couldn't do it, but I didn't because I knew it wouldn't he
His Games, Her Rules Forty Two
DOMINIQUEI’m ruined. I knew she was going to ruin me when I had a taste of her, but not this soon. It’s been more than a month since that unforgettable night and it felt like it was yesterday. I could still taste her on my tongue, I could still hear her cries and her moans, and I could still remember how she smelled that night. Delicate and beautiful and perfect.I’ve had more than a hundred one-night stands with different beautiful women and it didn’t take much work from me to forget them. A lot of them I didn’t remember their names. But one night with Robyn, she’s succeeded in imprinting herself in my brain and no matter how hard I’ve tried to get her out, I just can’t.So, yes, I’m ruined.She’s an addiction to me and I crave her more than I’d craved anything before her. Every fucking night I think about her, dream about her, and I’ve thought about the several ways I need to have her. Again.The plan was to have a taste of her once and then get her out of my system for good, but w
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
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