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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 · Urbain
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100 Chs

Chapter 63: Dresses and Guests

-Scott's POV-

The moment I saw Molly in her beautiful, tight dress and her hair around her shoulders like a veil of golden silk. She looked like a goddess when she turned and gave me that sexy, confident grin. As she turned away and bent down to fix her sexy stiletto heels, I was forced to adjust myself in my pants. Otherwise, the proof of my erection would be all too obvious.

I knew I was supposed to be teasing Molly into a fluster. But, honestly, she was doing the same to me.

"Monroe!" one of the guests popped through the door and greeted me enthusiastically.

I couldn't for the life of me remember the man's name, but he certainly knew my father and me. The man immediately launched into a business proposal that he was hoping to talk to my father about.

I tried to listen to him, but when Molly and Becca came into view, all words were lost on me. While Becca looked beautiful and a thousand times better than she had in the god-awful dress her mother had put her in.