His Games, Her Rules

My mind flashes back to Dominique’s house. I remember pulling it down my ankles to take a bath. Fuck, I didn’t pick it back. I left it on the floor of Dominique Gray’s guest bathroom.

“Oh my fucking god.” I facepalm and walk toward my closet. I pull open the drawers and pull out blue cotton shorts and put them on. I grab a T-shirt off the rack and put it on as I step out of my bedroom.

What was I thinking? Leaving behind my panties in Dominique’s house? Fuck.

What would be his reaction when he finds my panties? That’s if he finds it. That was his guest bathroom and there’s a slim chance he would ever use his guest bathroom when he has his own bedroom and an en-suite bathroom for that matter. Helen will definitely find it on the floor if she wants to clean the bathroom later in the day or week. Will she give it to Dominique or throw it away?

God, let her throw it away.

I can’t imagine Dominique finding my panties, I’m going to die of embarrassment. First, it was getting drunk, blacking out, throwing up, and then forgetting panties. What’s going to be next? Forgetting a bra? Like that’ll ever happen. I’m not going back to his house so strike that.

I go to the kitchen and just like Dave said he’d prepared scrambled eggs and toast. I sit on a barstool as I dish out scrambled eggs and French toast for myself. I get up to pour myself a glass of milk and grab a fork. I sit down and start to eat. I moan when the eggs touch my tongue.

“Okay, he’s a good cook,” I mutter, picking up a toast and taking a bite.

“Is that so?” Monique asks as she walks into the kitchen. She picks a fork and sits on the opposite stool and joins me in my meal.

“Is he gone?” I ask.

“Yeah.” Monique breathes out, a forkful of eggs in her mouth.

“Do you think I’m moving too fast? Please be honest.”

“What? With Dave?” I ask. Monique nods. “A little bit, yeah.”

“Fuck. This was supposed to be easy. He was supposed to be a quick fuck, a one-night stand. Now we’re going on midnight dates and he’s making me lunch or is this supposed to be breakfast?” She looks down at the food he prepared.

“You could always slow things down.”

“See, that’s the thing. I like him a lot. And it’s too quick, I know. But I want to give Dave a shot.”

Well, she’s going to learn the hard way, isn’t she?

“Okay. Whatever floats your boat. Just be careful. And I mean it. If he fuck shit up, you have me. Trust I’m going to fuck him up real good.”

Monique rolls her eyes and laughs.

“Where are you coming from? You spent the night outside. Who’s the guy?”

I take a sip from my glass of milk, stalling as I sit the glass in front of me.

“Dominique Gray.”

“What? He was your one-night stand?”

“No, he wasn’t. It was something else, actually. In fact, it was nothing. I got drunk last night and… I don’t even remember much. I woke up without my dress in his bedroom.”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“What the fuck? He took advantage of you?”

“He didn’t. I’d know. I may have vomited on my dress last night and passed out. Dominique brought me home and his Househelp undressed me and dry-cleaned my dress and his driver dropped me off.” I exhale, folding the toast together and biting half of it.

God, I’m so hungry. I could eat a horse at this point.

“That’s… that’s really amazing.”

“No, it’s not. One minute I loathed this guy, the next minute I woke up in his bed in his house, half-naked. That’s not good. I was so embarrassed I practically couldn’t look him in the eye.” I roll my eyes, withholding the information about my panties.

I think it’s best if Monique doesn’t find out. She might even turn this whole scenario into a sex thing.

“Well, you have a point.”

“Of course I do. I’m glad you know where I’m coming from.”

Monique nods and we continue to eat in silence.

“Did you know Dominique has a younger brother?”

“Yeah. Leonardo Gray. He owns Club Rogue.”

“What? And you didn’t tell me, why?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Maybe I deserve to know. How did you even know this?”

“I’m a model, duh. I’m expected to know every big-boy slash man in town. And he may not be popular like his brother, but he’s a party boy.”

“In the future, maybe I deserve to know shit like this.”

“Why? You wouldn’t have gone to Club Rogue last night if you’d known Dominique’s younger brother owned it? You’re trippin’,” Monique says, chuckling. “You and I know you’re attracted to Dominique but your stubbornness would not make you admit to that.”

“How did you even come to that conclusion?” I ask.

“Come on, Robbie, admit it. Dominique is hot and he obviously makes you feel things you’ve never felt before and he’s yet to touch you. Now imagine his hands on you, right where you want them, hmm.” Monique winks at me.

I groan, hating the fact that she’s planted that image in my head. Now I’m thinking about it, imagining it. His fingers on my body right where I want them as he pleases me, quenching the throbbing ache in between my legs. Now I’m fucking horny just thinking about it. I can feel the heat and the tension that’s slowly building up in between my legs.

Fuck me.

Monique laughs, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts as I look up at her.

“You both are sexually attracted to each other. He obviously wants to fuck you, and you want him to do things to you, you just don’t want to admit it. Why not give in to this dark desire and just get it over with?”

“I hate it when you do this.”

“Do what? You know I care about you.”

“Yes, you do, and I appreciate it. I hate it when you put me in a spot where I have internal battles with myself and I always fucking lose.”

Monique chuckles. “Maybe this time, losing is just as enjoyable as winning. You can’t keep chasing everyone away because you’re afraid of commitment”

“I’m not afraid of commitment.”

“Yeah? Are you willing to open your heart and love someone for a change? It doesn’t have to be love, maybe a relationship, for a start.”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of commitment.”

“Okay. So what does it mean then?”

“It simply means I’m not ready to date anyone.”

“Really? God, you’re always in denial. Falling in love or admitting you like someone doesn’t make you weak, Robyn. It simply means you’re human and humans were made to feel, be it love, pleasure, sadness, or hurt, we were built to feel all these emotions, and whichever way we decide to handle these emotions shouldn’t define our lives. I love you, Robyn, I just want you to feel. It doesn’t have to be love, it could be pleasure, from a man who’s willing to give it to you.”

“Wow. All these long speeches all because you want me to fuck Dominique Gray.”

Monique is dumbfounded as she smiles weakly at me and shakes her head. “I can’t believe you got only that from everything I said?”

I run both my hands through my hair and groan. “Alright, I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass and for being careful. I heard you and I’m going to think about everything you’ve said.”

Monique gives me a calculated look. “You are not gonna think about what I said, are you?”

“I will. Cross my heart and hope to die.” I smile and wink at her.

Monique smiles back and nods.

“Wanna binge-watch all the episodes of Death Note with me while we fangirl over L and how charismatic he is?” Monique asks, smiling.

“Like I have a choice. This is the second time we’re watching that anime.”

“Damn right. Still can’t get enough.” Monique says, grabbing my glass of milk as she takes a sip.

We finish eating and I pack the dishes, filling them in the dishwasher as I let it wash and rinse. I take out the dishes and Monique wipes them clean, keeping them in the plate rack. Monique makes popcorn and we sit down in front of the 58-inch smart TV as Death Note plays on TV.

My mind quickly drifts off, going over what Monique said earlier about how I’m in denial. Giving in to my desires just proves that Dominique has won, but I won’t let that happen. I’ll have to beat him at his own game first.

I shouldn’t have fallen for his charms, but this man won’t stop surprising me. He’s like a fucking onion, and the more I peel the more layers I see. And damn it, if each layer doesn’t have its own secret.

Whatever game this is, whatever filthy game we’re playing, a part of me tells me the more I play, the more I’m likely to lose. But as Monique says, sometimes even losing can be pleasurable.

But what about winning?

I don’t plan on losing to Dominique Gray and he’s going to learn that the hard way.