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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 · perkotaan
Peringkat tidak cukup
100 Chs

Chapter 61: Classes and Meetings

-Molly's POV-

Catching the sight of her bright golden hair bobbing along with the crowd, I couldn't help but shout in excitement.

I raced up after her and called her name. "Becca!"

She turned, and her kind face lit up with joy as she accepted my hug with matching enthusiasm. Her wholesome aura was like touching the sun and was exactly what I needed at the moment.

"Hey, Molly!" she greeted me. "I'm so glad to see that a handsome, rich Frenchman didn't cart you off."

I felt my smile drop off a bit as her words brought to mind the one Frenchman that I had been excessively grateful to get away from. The last thing I wanted to talk to Becca about was Jean-Pierre. Especially after getting to see her again after all this time.

We had talked and emailed, of course. But that did not replace how amazing it was to be able to hang out with Becca.

Instead of bringing up Paris, I forced a giggle and pulled away.