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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 93: A Second Stick

Molly-

I followed Madeline back to the study and stood silent as she showed Paul the test. At first, he looked skeptical, not that I blamed him since I was lying through my teeth. However, I needed him to believe this one and couldn’t afford for him to call me out on it.

I kept my eyes steady and did not show a single bit of emotion as he looked everything over. My chest stayed as still as possible, barely breathing as I waited and prayed.

I jumped slightly when Paul threw the stick into the garbage, and it landed on something with an overly loud thud.

“Good. One less disgusting mistake we have to worry about,” Paul stated with satisfaction, then turned back to me. “I want you packed and out of here in two weeks.”

I nodded and turned to walk out the door.

“And, Molly?” his voice called me back before I could leave.

I stopped and looked over my shoulder at him... more in surprise since he used my name and didn’t call me “girl.”

“What?” I asked when he stayed quiet.