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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 99: Leaving

Chapter 99: Leaving

-Molly-

My tear-blurred eyes could barely make out Scott's car as he and Becca left the driveway. I bit the palm of my hand to stem the sobs as I wiped tears away as fast as they could fall.

I didn’t have time to stand here and cry, even though my eyes refused to stop long enough to see properly.

I stubbed my toe on my dresser and bumped my head on the closet door before I finally managed to get to my bag. Unzipping the top, I pulled out the letter I had written up last night for everyone.

My tears dropped onto the envelope, smearing one of the letters on the front where I had addressed it. In my head, I went over what I had written in the letter to make sure it was exactly how I wanted it to be.

-Mom,