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"I'm sorry Ms. Hase but no dogs are allowed," a perky face redhead at the front desk chirps.

"I made the reservation online and I saw nothing about animals not being able to stay here," I say as politely as I can muster up, which is a little.

I am at the Star's lobby, Evan in the car. The lobby was wooden and a burnt umber colour. There were white and gold decorations all over the place like banners, drapes and streamers. There is a sitting area with three beige couches and a glass coffee table stacked with magazines.

Nice decor but the hospitality is lacking, especially with this fake redhead bimbo. Why did I have to get stuck with the stupid one?

I look at her impatiently as she checks out a hot blond walking pass in a black suit that hugs his muscles like a second skin. I roll my eyes and clear my throat, her eyes moving back to me.

"Uh, yeah... I'm really sorry about that. We used to allow pets but after a guest got rabies from being bitten by another guest's dog, animals were banned. So, unless you can find a pound or something for that little fleabag you can't stay," she says looking disgustedly at Roxie, who is clutched to my chest. "I know a good pet spa down the street, you might need to visit there. That dog looks like you picked it up off a street."

For the past fifteen minutes I've been here I was biting my tongue so hard because I didn't want to cause a scene in this nice establishment. It was working but the way she talked about my Roxie now had me tickling like a time bomb.

And like I bomb I blow.

"Listen here, you little tramp! Do you think your perky ass act is fooling me?! I'll rip out your fake ass hair one by one and feed them to you while you dangle from the ceiling like a fucking bat if you call my dog a fleabag again," I threaten harshly in a hushed tone and her mouth falls agape. "You want to talk about being picked up off the street honey your ass looked like it was pulled from a dump!"

Her green eyes stare at me sur­prise, she looks like someone just slapped her in the face, which I am itching to do right now. I smirk at her expression and pull Roxie up on my shoulder. The bitch deserved it.

I tap on the desk waiting on her to come back to reality. She blinks then glares at me as she returns from wherever the hell she was and leans forward into my personal bubble. She better back the fuck up.

"How about this Miss Hase you get your rich, bitchy ass out of here before I really end this perky act and kick your bum?" she taunts me with a fake British accent, turning away from me with an eye roll.

She didn't just... that is it!

**

I sit in the back of the Mark X with Evan looking through the rear-view mirror at me like a scolding father. I sigh and look away from his disapproving eyes.

My hair is all over the place, the sleeves of my dress rolled up my arms, the neckline of the dress is stretched out and nail marks are on my arms.

I huff out a breath as I blow a strand of hair out of my face.

"She had it coming," I say after a few minutes.

Yeah, so let me backtrack. After that tramp comes up in my face, I grab her throat and she slaps me. Like she fucking slaps me in my face. At that point, I drop Roxie, slap the bitch and try to choke the hell out of her.

After I pull off her poorly stitched wig and drop her on her bum, the security comes and pry me off. They pull me out of the hotel, the hair from her filthy wig in my hands and stuck in my nails.

"You're a grown woman Ms. Hase you should be more mature," he states and I can see him hiding a smile.

I roll my eyes and a laugh bursts from my lips as I remember how Roxie left her face. The claw mark on her lip makes her look like fucking Jonah Hex.

I pat Roxie's head as she rests in my lap. That's my girl always got momma's back.

"So, what? That little tramp should know her place! She's lucky I didn't pull out her fake ass boobs too!"

A chuckle escapes Evan's lips as he stops at a red light. "I'm surprised you didn't scratch her eyes out the way you were clawing at her face!"

I laugh with him, my body vibrating and Roxie stirs in my lap. "Talking about she was gonna drop me on my bum! Ha! These bitches don't know me! I'll whip their asses."

He raises a brow at my answer. "I'll keep that in mind."

He chuckles at my abashed expression as he drives down the street. I smile and rest my head on the window, looking at the tall buildings and flashing lights. The roads are busy and there is a little snow on the sidewalks.

I guess our conversation is over.

I watch the city go by for a while until my eyes get heavy and I drift into a deep sleep.

**

I groan as I stir around, I feel like I'm sleeping on clouds. Grabbing the sheets in my hands, I purr at the softness.

Hold up. Why am I in a bed? The last place I remember was the car.

I shoot up from the bed, looking around frantically and a scared Roxie jumps onto the floor at my frantic movements.

"Roxie!" I yell and she disappears behind the door causing me to groan.

I look around the room. It's cream it with a vanity set opposite the bed, a chestnut at the left of the vanity, a TV mounted on the wall above the vanity and a king-size bed. This bed is a poster bed and looks like one of those beds princesses slept in during the medieval times.

I launch off of the bed, passing a set of curtains that I suspect leads to a balcony and went straight for the door.

"Come on baby... I'm sorry about what happened," I say as I pull the door open and walk through, closing it behind me.

As I turn towards the hall I spot Johnattan, he's in a grey suit minus the jacket, his hair is sexily messy and his eyes are a vibrant electric blue. I nearly smile – nearly – as I see Roxie in his arms, against his chest and he is talking to her in a baby voice.

It is adorable he would be like 'hey girl, why are you running away? Did the big bad wolf scare you?'

I know he's calling me a big bad wolf but it looks so adorable – okay Tina, stop swooning over him.

I look up meeting his eyes and he smiles.

"Well, I'm happy you are apologizing for behaviour that night at the hotel, Christi," he says as he scratches behind Roxie's ear.

"Am I missing something? That apology was for Roxie not you and I have nothing to apologize for," I state matter-of-factly.

He raises a brow at me and I return the gesture. "You don't? What do you call trying to lodge your knee in my crotch?"

"I call it self-defence," I say as I take Roxie from him, well more like pry her away. She is fighting to hold on.

After successfully pulling her off of him, I place her on my chest. Johnattan laughs as Roxie claws after him, whining.

Why is she whining after him? Does my Roxie have a crush? No not on him ... Unless my Roxie is as twisted as me.

"She likes me," he points out.

"I can see that," I reply dryly, casting Roxie a look and she goes silent.

"And regarding the other thing you said why would you need to defend yourself when you were enjoying our time on the door?" Johnattan asks, a smirk on his face.

"I was not, more like disgusted."

"That's not that your laboured pants were portraying," he grins and I roll my eyes. "Plus if I should back you up on another surface would you try it again?"

Before I can respond he slowly walks toward me and I step back causing my back to hit the door. He is so close I can feel his breath on my nose, his forehead an inch away from mine and his arms are positioned at both sides of my hip.

My breath becomes a bit rough as my heart started to hammer in my chest. He looks like a masterpiece standing in front of me. His head leaning to one side, his broad shoulders slightly tilted and his eyes are so bright with mischief I swear they are glowing on my face. He has his brow cocked and a smirk on his lips – his soft lips. Not even Leonardo da Vinci could have done him justice.

"Would you?" He whispers as his hands find my hips.

He leans in so his body is pressing on mine and I can feel his bugle against my stomach. I release a pleased breath and my eyes close for a second. He takes this opportunity to lean in and suck on my neck.

I moan and his hands run up and down my hips, moving around to cup my ass. His hands slip under my dress moving slowly to my pulsing sex. Roxie whines in my arm but I am deafened by my pounding heart and heavy pants so I pay no attention. I start to feel a tug down there as he gets closer and I'm starting to drip, I am aching for a touch.

"All mine Christi," he whispers seductively. "Mine."

That one word that is all it takes for me to snap out of his little trance and my leg shoots up, hitting his leg. He groans as he steps back, shocked by my actions. He looks up pissed and I raise my brow at him, playfully.

"You got your answer Mr. Blake?"

He smiles – his favourite – a sadistic smile. "Yes, and I like it. I love a fight Christi and you're a fighter which means rough, hard-core, body shaking sex and that's my favourite type."

I gulp at his words. They didn't scare me, they turned me on. The thought of dominating him and having my way with his sexy body, entice me so much but that's not what he is thinking he wants to dominate me and I couldn't make that happen.

"Well my little Christi, I'll be going," he says as he eyes me up and down, licks his lips and turns around.

My eyes drop to his butt shamelessly and I feel a nudge below. I could imagine grabbing that firm ass as he thrusts into me. The feeling of him inside of me, listening and obeying my every word– I can't, entering a relationship with a Dom is unthinkable Tina banish it from your mind.

I watch as he walks to the third door on the left and looks back at me with his devilish smile.

"Goodbye roomie," he teases as he opens the door and slips in.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

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