The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates novel Chapter 7

DRAVEN

I wake up not really knowing where I am. The bed beneath me is so soft I honestly wonder if I might be asleep at all. Maybe I’m not asleep, maybe I am dead and in heaven.

But then the doorbell rings.

Did I have plans this morning? I think I did. I’m almost sure I did…but what?

I open my eyes. “Shit! What time is it?!”

The doorbell sounds again, and I fall out of bed reaching for the things I wore yesterday. “Fuck! I’m coming! Hold the hell on!”

Stumbling down the stairs in my dirty clothes, I flip the switch allowing the shades to reveal the heavy fog of morning crowding the yard. The sight brings a contented smile to my face.

Wow…it really is beautiful here.

Ding dong!!!!

“Jesus!” I screech, opening the door. “The fuck is your deal?”

He stands there looking sexy as hell, the hint of a smile on his face. “I told you nine a.m. sharp.”

Domonic.

Of course. I forgot all about the breakfast appointment.

“I’m not late,” I tell him smoothly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and flipping him off.

He chuckles, his bright silver gaze sparkling with amusement. “You are late. It’s ten in the morning. There’s an alarm clock on your nightstand. Use it.”

“For what?” I counter, crossing my arms over my chest and trying not to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white sweats and a stark white tank top.

Fuck. His tattoos are showing. And his muscles. And I want to put my mouth on each and every one. Holy bejesus…

But then… his perfume wafts toward me and I nearly vomit!!!

Fucking Margo. I can smell her all over him. Gross.

Suddenly I’m angry. I can’t explain why, nor do I have the right to be, but I am.

“I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to roll around for a few more minutes laughing because, I got what I wanted and then some.”

His eyes narrow and his smile disappears. “You got what you wanted. Which was?”

I scoff. “Not you. So, bye!” My attempt to shut the door in his face is thwarted by a bright white Nike sneaker. I nearly lose my shit. “Whatttt?”

“Hey now, calm down! Wait a minute! I told you we were going to have breakfast, and we are.”

I grace him with a sweet saccharine grin.”No. We’re not. Have breakfast with Margo instead.”

Stupid questions get stupid answers, Draven!