His Games, Her Rules

DOMINIQUE

I’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 who was I kidding? I want Robyn more than I’d care to admit and it’s fucking with my head.

What is she doing to me?

Why is it so hard to get her out of my system? These past weeks after that unforgettable night, I’ve been with a few women, women that look like Robyn based on physical appearance, in the hopes of forgetting her, but it didn’t work and my dick knew what Robyn felt like.

She was supposed to be a pretty little distraction, but one taste later, she’s become something more. And I still don’t understand why.

And now to make everything more difficult for me, Robyn has made it clear she didn’t want a repeat of what happened between us even though her body said otherwise. Her level of self-control both turns me on and annoys me at the same time.

I’ve never met a woman I want to smother and fuck at the same time, that’s how much Robyn drives me insane. I don’t know what it is about her that makes her interesting but I’m sure part of it is because she beat me at my own game. As much as I’d hate to admit to myself, this little game between me and Robyn, I lost. I fucking lost. Because now I want her more than I wanted her the first time and that was never part of the plan.

I want her to be mine. I want to be the only one who gets to look at her, who gets to touch her, and who gets to have her. And as fucked up as it sounds, I want more than sex from Robyn. I want every part of her and I don’t mind going an extra lengths to get what I want.

“Sir,” a voice calls as I stop on my track on my way to my office.

I turn around to find my personal assistant standing by her desk with a small, unsure smile on her face.

“Yes, Heather.” I tilt my head at my personal assistant as she clears her throat.

I’m in a bad mood and part of the reason behind it is obviously Robyn and her stubbornness that’s both sexy and infuriating. I offered her a deal we both would enjoy and she fucking turned me down. For the millionth time since I met her.

“Mr Grant called. He wants me to check in with you about your appointment with him tomorrow morning at 10: 00,” Heather says and I sigh.

“Tell him I would love to reschedule.”

“Okay, Sir. When, Sir?”

“Next Monday,” I say as I press my palm against the security lock to unlock my office door.

I push it open as I stride into my office, with Heather behind me. I’m just returning from my lunch break and what I need right now is a good fuck and a blow job. Anything to make me relax and forget about Robyn even if it’s for a day. And It would make my entire world if that could be Robyn, kneeling in between my legs with my cock in her pretty little mouth, and her beautiful plump lips coated in a red lipstick.

Fuck.

“Do you need anything, Heather?” I ask my assistant as I sit down on my leather chair behind the large mahogany desk as I lean into the seat, eyes fixed on Heather.

“No, Sir. Your sister called. She wanted me to remind you about your dinner reservation tonight, Sir.”

I exhale and groan as I wave Heather off. “Hold all my calls, tell them I’m not around and they should drop you a message. I’d like to be alone.”

“Sure thing, Sir. Would you like anything? A cup of coffee maybe?”

“It’s 3 pm, Heather. Why the fuck would I need coffee?”

“I’m so sorry, Sir.” She bends her knees and bows as she leaves my office, closing the door behind her.

I swivel around in my seat to stare at the city below me through the floor-to-ceiling transparent wall. New York City looks so small from up here and like every other busy weekday, loud. I untie my Tom Ford tie and toss it on my desk. Unbuttoning my suit jacket, I stand up, gaze still fixed on the city below me as I shrug the jacket down my shoulders. I toss it on my leather chair and unbutton the first two top buttons on my dress shirt.

“Sir, Mr. Cavanaugh is here to see you.” Heather’s voice calls from the intercom.

I exhale as I walk toward a button at the side of my desk as I push it. The door to my office pushes open and Oliver strides in, and mechanically the door shuts by itself.

“Hey-Damn, you look like shit.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“Well, thank you very much,” I say as I slip my hand into my pants pockets.

“Something wrong? Is this about Robyn again?” Oliver asks, grinning up at me as he unbuttons his suit jacket before sitting down on the chair opposite mine and then he drops a file on my desk.

“Robyn again? What is that supposed to mean?” I ask Oliver as I glare at him.

He smiles. “Well, not to anger you but you’ve been acting all weird and shit these past weeks. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who’s behind the sour attitude. She’s got you good, hasn’t she?” Oliver asks, a playful grin on his lips as he looks at me.

I don’t like to kiss and tell and the people closest to me know that. The night at the charity gala, Leo came looking for me a few seconds after Robyn left. He said he saw her but she didn’t see him and he knew something sexual and intense had happened between us. I didn’t say a word to him but it didn’t take a genius to figure out Robyn and I had sex that night.

“You know, talking about your feelings to your friends doesn’t necessarily make you a pussy. It means you don’t have to carry all that burden yourself. I’ve known you all my life, Dom, and you still don’t trust me enough to tell me what’s up with you.” Oliver says.

“I don’t have a burden. And you of all people should know how I feel about talking about my feelings.”

“Okay. How about you let me in on what’s going on with Robyn?” Oliver says. “I have a feeling this isn’t going as much as you planned it.”

“Fuck, yeah, you’re right.” I run my fingers through my hair. God, I need a drink and a cigarette. I don’t like to smoke in my office even though I own the entire building. It has something to do with self-respect. Also, getting drunk at work is not a good look for your employees, the same thing goes for reeking of alcohol.

I sit down on my chair as I stare at Oliver who’s watching me closely.

“Like you said, she’s got me good. Real fucking good and now I don’t know what I will do if I can’t have her.”

“Wow. What the fuck did she do to you?” Oliver is grinning at me as I glare at him.

“And yet you wonder why I don’t talk about my feelings. You’re full of shit, Ollie.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m just not used to seeing you talk about your feelings. Especially about a woman. Goddamn.” Oliver says and exhales. “You think you have feelings for her?”

“I don’t know. I just know I can’t stop thinking about her no matter how hard I try. And then she turns me down and rejects me even though I’m a hundred percent sure she wants me. I am way past my game, Ollie.”

“Shit. You really like her. Have you maybe asked her out?”

“Robyn doesn’t want a relationship. She made that clear yesterday when I offered her a proposition.”

“What proposition?”

“A no-strings-attached relationship.”