His Games, Her Rules

and don’t miss me too much. Kisses.” I sit on the bench outside St. José as

She thought the guy was hot, she showed me his picture and I felt like he was okay. Maybe a Casanova, I didn’t tell h

oner. I assured myself that. Monique believes in love, in fact, she’d always wanted to find the right gu

ships and their drama, she’d told me she wasn’t in any se

Mr. Dominique Gray and surprisingly, I haven’t seen him, which I

“And if I want to fuck you like you’re so confident about, I don’t

oman, has ever said no to him before. He’s probably used to getting what he wants and taking

as shit I don’t want anything to do with him, his drama, or e

fake Instagram account, I still can’t risk it. My family is capable of anything, i

e but to fall for her. She would do anything to please my parents and she always tried to prove to them that she was better than me. On the other hand, I didn’t care. I always w

tter than the other and they don’t fail to remind us. Since my twin sister lived a life of competition, we’re the least close even though we’re twins. We talk,

ime in Spain, sunbathing naked and hooking up with beautiful Latino

ice asks as I look up, lock

s with Doctor Sanders from the dr

r…” I look at the time displayed on

he mechanic but I haven’t had the time to drop

l give you a ride.” Doctor Sa

sary. I’m sure my Uber w

byn. It’s the least I can do for your hard work lately at the

rs who’s still watching. It’s not that late. It’s just 9:15 pm actually and I can still wait a little long

I open the passenger’s door and step inside, shutting it behind me. I turn to greet him and

ride,” I say, looking away to fast

a small smile as he drives out of

do yo

It’s not that f

rig

e party. We’ve both been busy handling patients and with him offering medical care to them. Tonight, he’s dressed in a well-ironed dress shirt w

y. I haven’t had anything to eat since th

U

you it’s n

kling even as

?” He

e it wasn’t a date. I didn’t think it was a

as a, um, what do I call it?”

ve to grab a bite. I’m hungry. I

s great place. I’l

rig

cy restaurant in an equally fancy neighborhood. I look out the window, tr

the car as he turns to

mm.”

restaurant. A man approaches us by the door, asking us if we have a reservation, and Doctor Sanders tells him no. Doctor Sanders introduces himself and the man nods with familiarity i

ime to admire this place. This isn’t just an ordinary restaurant. It’s

you do th

wh

ble on such

Sanders shrugs a shoulder as h

dn’t see t

othing

re. A fancy restaurant in a high-end neighbo

ters. “Is th

ttle

want us

here, let’s put that to

work. The whole doctor thing is j

le. “

s. “Th

enu in front of him. I pick up the second menu and gla

aghetti,” I say, closing t

on the table as he looks at me. “You kno

but I don’t get a response

e Paradise. Ready to order?” Our waite

ady will get a prawn spaghetti. Als

and leaves. Richard turns to look at me,

ything wrong

at you don’t look like a Robyn though. It’s a

that

ea

n Italian name like Allegra, obviously, since he’s Italian, but my mom wanted a more

is Itali

an. They grew up in this country. Illinois

to Italy?

er decided to take the family during C

to Italy, but I wou

mean, have you ever travele

years before they decided to take me to visit my home country. It was not like the United States, obviously, it was different. I loved it. Ever since then, we’ve

I spat out was an outright lie. My father is actually Italian, born and raised. My mom is white, fully American and she once lived in Illinois. And my name is actually Robyn, even

s the food on the table. Another waiter is by his side, with tw

l, sir?” The blo

Than

the second waiter. I grab a fork, wiping

ose friend?” I ask, putting a forkful

ichard answers, with a fork in

have a

t you? Do you ha

second, wondering if I should l

Iden

re nothin

hen,” Richard says, staring at me from

sip. As I sip from my glass, Richard watches me for a second before he clears his throat a

tinue to eat. We continue to eat in

e asking, why are yo

at was u

s as I drop it on the table. I open my mouth to answer Doctor Sanders’ question but a f

r fuck

eyebrows, a smirk slowly creeping up to his lips as he shifts his gaze to Doctor Sanders who’s watching me patiently. Doctor Sanders slowly turns around t

he be concerned wit

?” Doctor Sanders turns

rea

u know, surprised to s

octor, locking eyes with Dominique

e? Why the fu

her backview, she sure looks like a woman with class. Why would I expect less from Domi

n’t think he likes the fact that I’

ha

an.” Of course,

all the staff knows him.” Doctor Sanders an

ly said th

he’s pretty popular.

know he existed un

at man. Well, pe

lies and I give him a smal

que Gray’s piercing blue eyes, his burning gaze, and

k to my

om my food to lock

ques

y you’re not d

I nod once. “About tha

that

re men don’t want a woman who’s too committed to her work. I think they wan

a small smile as he bi

one because you don’t want anyone to expect muc

say. Doctor Sanders laughs. I’ve not heard him laugh befo

to laugh at once as we both turn to the source of the voice. Dominique fucking

Sanders addresses t

r distastefully. If I didn't know who Dominique truly was, I would have

ting,” Dominique says, shiftin

say at once. And why

rk playing on his lips as he stares at me a littl

ethical rules.” Dominique says, staring at Doctor San

y is he try

ay?” I ask Dominique, gritti

y shrugs a

Doctor Sanders as I follo

re you trying to prove by interruptin

o it’s a d

my fingers through my hair. “Why

fectly wearing his calm exterior l

” He voices out, in his raspy deep voice that

see tha

g as I think of anything, anything at al

ur date?” I

d toward something behind me while not

n’t believe his supposed date is ar

t you’re playing, you need to fucking sto

think this

erested. Interrupting my dinner was unnecessary and you know tha

is the nonchalant look he’s

ide toward me and I take one back

le?” He asks, taking anoth

er

icks his bottom lip. Damn, that was

, what is wr

h before, but fuck it if it doe

s fingers through my hair, and tucking it behin

letting him touch me? Why

an’t stand me, but

pause on my nipples which are slowly getting hard. I really need to get off be

trating ye

tating but y

every way but yet s

ut you and I know you want me to do things

e, who thinks he can get anyone and anything whenever he pleases.” I whisper, ey

of spitting out things you don’t mean. And you know what I mean. And trust me, I've imagined you in that position and I have a feeling you'll love it just as much as I

obyn.” He says, stepping awa

arked at the end of the parking lot. And from the passenger’s seat,

have I gotte