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The Dom That Got Away: The Lost Dom Series

Molly Harper has always been considered a wild child. Not that she was ever really crazy. But she could be called rash at times. This was a quality that has gotten her into a few scrapes. Thankfully, she has always had someone she could rely on to help her out. Even if he does grumble about her irresponsibility. But during her summer vacation from college, she has finally gotten the chance to get out from underneath the watchful eye of her unwarranted protector, Scott Monroe. In the romantic, beautiful city of Paris, no less. But when her rash, passionate decisions landed her right in Scott’s lap, she knew her life was changing forever. Scott was not looking to work with his father’s company any longer than he had to. Just long enough to show him that he was able to make what his father called “adult decisions”. His dream was to open a club in the heart of Denver and be his own boss, business owner. In order to do that, he needed his father's help and money. But when Molly is literally kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with those sexy, defiant eyes, he would forget his plans every time. Molly is determined to not let Scott ruin another fun and exciting adventure. Until she realizes that Scott is exactly the person she needs to show her this new lifestyle that she has found. Scott just wanted to keep her safe until he could find someone to take care of her. If there was someone that lived up to his standards, that is.

Leann Lane · Urban
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100 Chs

Chapter 78: Wrong Choice of Words

-Molly's POV-

Christmas had been an unmitigated disaster. But thankfully, my mother didn’t notice the tension in the room. In fact, the only people in the room who seemed to know anything was going on were Scott, Paul, and me.

I had no idea what was going on between the two of them. But I had a sickening feeling it had to do with me and that ultra-sexy, ULTRA-HANDSY assistant of Scott’s that just happened to show up.

Every time I looked over, she was touching Scott’s arm or trying to rub herself against him. The sound of her all-too-forced high-pitched laughter set my teeth on edge so many times that I thought I would break them. It got even worse when I watched Noah lead Becca out of the room and down the hallway. She had been the one person I could talk to about what was going on, and she left like a puppy following their master.