His Games, Her Rules

DOMINIQUE

I saw her the minute she walked into the room, commanding attention she didn’t notice. With a mask on, and her body clad in a red dress, I knew it was her. I just knew it was her.

She was beautiful, so beautiful, I found myself hooked by how beautiful she looked standing there and looking breathtakingly attractive without even trying. Even as Marianne stood on the stage and gave her speech, I just couldn’t peel my eyes away from her. This little distraction is becoming something else, and the sooner she gave in to what we both wanted, the better for me.

She’s in my head, morning, afternoon, and night. She has finally found her way into my dreams too and as crazy as it sounds, I don’t want her out of my head or my dreams.

“Who’s the lady in red?” Oliver asks beside me, his gaze fixed on Robyn.

“Damn, she’s gorgeous. Even with a mask on, you could obviously tell she’s fucking hot,” Leo says beside me and I turn to glare at him.

“What? Can’t I admire a beautiful woman?” He asks, staring at me and smirking.

I shake my head, bringing the half glass of whiskey to my mouth as I gulp the entire drink.

“That’s Robyn, so take your fucking eyes off of her,” I say, dropping the empty glass of whiskey on a passing server. “the both of you, or I’m gonna break your fucking limbs.” I glare at them.

“Wait, what’s she doing here?” Oliver asks.

“And looking that fine too,” Leo says. I turn to glare at him. “Sorry, my bad. But she looks good.”

“Who’s the friend, though?” Oliver asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Damn, the friend’s got good legs. She’s sexy.” Leo says.

“Do you ever turn it off? Shit talking.” I ask my brother and he smiles and licks his bottom lip. “You should go talk to the friend. Take her for a walk. I need a moment with Robyn.”

“Right,” Leo says as he walks toward the two women.

“I still can’t believe you would chase a woman for more than a month. She’s got your dick wrapped around her pretty little fingers.” Oliver grins at me.

“Go fuck yourself, Ollie,” I say, biting the side of my lip as I watch Leo talk to Robyn and her friend.

Leo’s good with women including men. He’s effortlessly charming and witty and women like him, like, genuinely like him. Men get along with him like they’re buds. Unlike me, women either want to fuck me for fame, money, and some other dumb shit I don’t care about or because they want to be the one. The one who gets to tame the infamous Dominique Gray. If only they knew I can’t be tamed because I’m not ready to be tamed. And men, that’s a whole different story best left for another day.

“You know it’s true, Dom. You give her more attention than you’ve ever given any woman before. That’s good.”

That’s because I’m yet to have a taste of her. I keep telling myself that. And the more she turns me down, pushes me away, and is in denial, the more I want her. Maybe Oliver is right. Maybe Robyn’s got my dick wrapped around her pretty little fingers, and it may sound pretty fucked up but I like that.

Fuck.

We watched Leo leave with Robyn’s friend and I knew that was my cue.

“Talk later. I’ve got a woman to impress.”

“You and I know you’ll be doing more than impressing. That nut won’t be cracking anytime soon. Time to think of a better strategy or you’re not gonna win this one.” Oliver says as he slaps me on the back and walks away.

With my arm around her waist, I walk Robyn to the bar area. I can feel the tension on her skin under my fingers. As she sits down on a barstool, I wonder if my hand on her bare back is the reason she’s tense.

I wave the server over and he walks toward us.

“What would you like to have?” I ask her.

“I’d like a margarita on the rocks,” Robyn says to the bartender. The bartender turns to look at me, and I shake my head.

“You’re not drinking?” She asks, her right arm on the countertop as she looks at me.

“No.”

“So you’re gonna let me drink alone?” She raises her eyebrows.

“I could watch you.”

She smirks as she lets out a quiet laugh. I watch her, mesmerized by her beauty, as I lock eyes with her. I can stare at her all day and never get tired, that’s how fucking beautiful she is. Robyn bites her bottom lip as she holds my gaze, shamelessly letting her eyes run down my body from head to toe.

I’ve been with different women from different races, classes, and backgrounds, yet none of them fascinates me the way Robyn does. And to make it even worse, she doesn’t have to try to command my utmost attention.

How the fuck is she this perfect?

“So, Robyn, you new in town? I don’t easily forget beautiful women and you, I would never forget a face like yours.”

Robyn smirks and turns around in her seat, her knees brushing mine. “And why, if I may ask?”

I stay quiet, staring into her beautiful brown eyes. “There’s just something about you, isn’t there?”

Robyn is taken off guard as she bites the bottom of her lip. Shit. Why did she have to do that? Now I’m imagining her lips around a part of me that desperately wants and craves release.

“You know, pretending that we’re strangers is some pretty fucked up shit.”

I smile. “For one, we’re both wearing masks, so we aren’t supposed to know who’s behind the mask. And secondly, we started on the wrong foot. Don’t you agree?”

“You said I owed you. That was a pretty narcissistic thing to say to a woman you just met.”

“It was a Rolls Royce, Robyn. My favorite car. Sometimes I don’t let anyone drive me around in that particular car because I enjoy being behind the wheel. I love that car. We had a special connection.”

“Yeah. I understand. I have that kind of love for my own car too even though it’s nothing compared to yours. And I hit yours and ran away like a maniac. That was a dick move and I didn’t apologize.”

“It was. And you still owe me for hitting my car and running away.” I smirk at her as she glares at me playfully.

“Now, the apology is out the window now. I wanted to pay you, but you refused.”

“I wanted a date as payment.”

“A date where you promised to show me how much I want you, isn’t that right?”

“The offer still stands.”

“Your stamina is quite intriguing, Dominique Gray.” She smiles at me as she turns to the server who places a glass of cocktail in front of her.

The server gives her a quick once over before he walks away, not before locking eyes with me and noticing the death glare in my eyes. He gives me an apologetic look before docking his head. She’s beautiful, who wouldn’t look at her? Especially in that dress?

Robyn doesn’t notice the discreet altercation between the server and me and even if she does, she’s pretty good at acting. For some reason, I’m possessive over her. No one should look at her but me.

Robyn grabs the glass of cocktail and crosses her left thigh over her right, giving me a full view of her bare thigh through the split in her dress.

My cock twitches at the sight and I want nothing more than to run my palm up her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her skin as I go. Robyn smirks like she can see through me and see the dirty thoughts I have about her.

What’s she doing here really? I have to know.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here?”

“It will surprise you that I didn’t want to be here.”

I raise an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Monique, my friend, you know, the one you told Leo to take on a walk,” she gives me a mischievous smile.

She knows, huh?

“Yeah, I know you told your brother to take her for a walk.” she squinted her eyes at me.

“I needed you alone,” I say.

“Right. And you’ve succeeded in doing just that. Well, the invitation was her boss’s but she had a last minute appointment in Paris so she gave her invitation to Monique and here we are. I’m her date.”

“And you had to wear this dress?” I ask, bringing my eyes down her body, marveling at the beauty in front of me as I stop to stare at her cleavage.

“Do you have a problem with my dress?” Robyn asks, biting her bottom lip as she smirks at me.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Did she do this on purpose? Did she pick out this dress just to torture me in a fundraising event? I always love a woman in a red dress. There’s something about a woman dressed in red that’s both dangerous, alluring, and seductive. And Robyn happened to wear a fucking red dress with a deep V-neck that exposes her smooth breasts and a high split that shows off her curves and thick thighs. The minute I laid eyes on her when she walked in, my cock jumped in my pants and all I wanted to do at that moment was steal her away to someplace quiet and do things to her.

She’s fucking with my head and I don’t know what to do about it other than work my way into her panties so that I could get rid of this ache that has refused to go. I feel like that’s the only thing that can get her out of my head. She’s a pretty little distraction, and unless I have her, she’s going to fucking ruin me.

“As a matter of fact, I do. I don’t think it’s fair of you to wear something as sexy as this without thinking of the outcome.”

“Is that so? And what are the consequences, if I may ask?” Robyn asks calmly, bringing the glass of cocktail to her lips as she sips from it, her eyes fixed on mine.

“Why don’t you tell me what you planned on accomplishing by looking so fucking irresistible,” I whisper, my eyes falling to her cleavage and the tiny straps of her dress. I can only imagine what her breasts would look like with this sinful dress obstructing it. My perverted mind can only imagine.

“You know,” Robyn leans closer, her face a few inches from mine as she whispers. “we could always find out.” then she winks at me, leaning back to sip her margarita cocktail, not for once looking away.