Dominic was uncomfortable. The hard on, that he was forced to drive with, begged for a release. He glanced at Alyssa's slumped body in the passenger seat of his car and cursed himself.

What had he been thinking? Sure, she was drunk and probably wouldn't remember a damned thing the next day, but he would. He'd remember how she looked at him with those vibrant blue eyes of hers, the eyes that made him feel like he was staring into the depths of the ocean. He'd remember how she wanted him, how she offered herself to him. But he wasn't the type of man to indulge in drunken sex, especially when he was the only one sober at the time.

It was crazy how she turned him on and annoyed him to no end at the same time. His father's voice drifted through his mind.

"Women. They're not worth all the trouble they put you through."

That was good old dad for you. His father had been a man of simple pleasures; money, women, sex, and alcohol. Not that he'd been around much for his family, but he always made sure that his sons knew women were to be used, that they had nothing to offer outside of the headache and heartbreak if you let them that close.

"But the one thing they're really good for? Giving up the pussy."

Dominic could remember the first time his dad had talked to him about sex. He was eight years old and just wanted to play catch with his dad at the park like a normal kid. But Norman had other plans for the innocent little boy that only knew to follow in his father's footsteps. And he had. In fact, he still was.

To this day, Dominic had never been in a real relationship. He'd never entertained more than one night stands and simple affairs. The only reason he'd even gone out with Alyssa, or attempted to, was because he had other things in mind. But he could tell as soon as he'd gone to pick her up that she wasn't the type of woman he was used to. She was sophisticated, classy, stubborn, confident, and damned bossy.

She stirred beside him, mumbling something he couldn't understand.

"What was that, princess?"

More mumbles.

He smiled.

For as uptight as Alyssa portrayed herself to be, drunk men told no tales. She'd shown him exactly what she really wanted and he told himself that he could give it to her.

She was a pain in his ass, but she was also a challenge he'd love to take on.

He looked over at her again. Her hair splayed out over her narrow shoulders. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, and his eyes lingered on her B cupped sized breasts more than a few times. Her cream colored dress hugged her body in all the right places and her smooth, lean, legs enticed him. He wanted to spread them, explore what was between, tease her, bring her to the edge, pull her away, and tease her again.

He shook his head as if to clear the thoughts and tightened his hands on the steering wheel as her house came into view.

He pulled into the driveway and got out to open her door. He laughed as he realized it was the first time he'd done so for her…or for any woman at that.

"Come on, princess. You're home."

He bent down to wrap his arm around her waist and was engulfed by the scent of her hair. She smelled of expensive shampoo and perfume. He liked it. She leaned against him before he picked her up and she rested her head against his chest.

From the outside, her house looked posh and extravagant. It had been built with gray stones and had white pine wooden decorations. Large, triangular windows added to the overall style of the house and were in a fairly asymmetrical pattern.

He fished her keys from her clutch purse and opened the front door, revealing a spacious living room adorned with a white fur carpet on the dark wooden floor, black leather couches with white throw pillows, and a modern marble coffee table.

The house smelled of vanilla and some other girly scent he couldn't place. All in all, this was definitely Alyssa's house.

Her bedroom was easy to find since there were only two. He laid her down on the queen sized bed and took off her shoes. He pushed her hair to the side and removed her earrings, his knuckles grazing her skin. He noticed that it was his first time touching a woman so tenderly, and not getting anything in return.

After setting her jewelry on the nightstand, he yawned. Checking the time on his phone, he saw that it was a little past one in the morning. And he was tired.

Something told him to make himself comfortable on the couch, but the bed looked so much better.

With a shrug, and a hint of a grin, he pulled his shirt up over his bed, kicked off his jeans and got into bed beside her.

Alyssa's eyes inched open as the sun lit up her room. She'd deliberately chosen sheer curtains so that she could wake up like this every day. But on this morning, in particular, she just wanted to be in the pitch black darkness. Her eyes drifted shut again and she put the pillow over her face.

As she drifted back off to sleep, she heard a groan and felt a hand, that didn't belong to her, graze her bare abdomen. This alarmed her and she sat up, causing the hand to slide from her stomach down to between her thighs where she was wet and warm.

"Ah!" She screamed. "Get your hands off!" She scrambled out of bed.

"Keep it down will you?" His voice was muffled as he talked into the pillows where he lay face down.

"Dominic?" She frowned. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?"

He leaned up on his elbows and looked at her through squinted eyes. "I guess you don't know how to keep it down?"

"Get out." She demanded.

"Is that any way to treat the guy who made sure you got back home safely?" He stood and stretched, giving her a good look at a body that could have only been sculpted by God himself. His chest was strong and prominent, followed by a pack of abs that he must've spent hours in the gym perfecting. Her eyes drifted down to the curves that formed the delicious V that disappeared into his long boxer briefs. The bulge that she saw there had her blushing, so she looked away.

"Put some clothes on." She turned her back and heard the rustling of his clothes. "What…what happened last night?" She asked, afraid to hear the answer. The last thing she could remember clearly was drinking the scotch that put her on her ass.

"A lot happened." He said vaguely.

"Did we…" She let him fill in the blank.

"As much as you wanted to—"

"Me?" She whirled around then and found him putting on his shirt. She felt a pang of disappointment that he was covered up now.

"Surprised?" He grinned.

Honestly, she wasn't. She had known she could be a bit frisky when she got drunk, which was why she rarely ever did.

She shot her nose up in the air. "Nothing happened."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Well I'm still fully clothed and I'm pretty sure not even you would take advantage of the intoxicated." She narrowed her eyes at him.

He pursed his lips and nodded. "I guess you're right."

"Of course I am." She smoothed her dress out. "So you can leave now."

"What? No breakfast?" He cocked a brow.

"Goodbye Dominic." She proceeded to push him out of her bedroom.

"How rude."

She opened the front door for him and found Kirsten standing on the other side. She'd looked just as shocked as they were to see her.

"Well what's this?" She smiled.

"Nothing." Alyssa said. "Dominic was just leaving."

"Mornin' gorgeous." Dominic gave her a hug. "How's the wedding planning going?"

"I have to find a new dress." She said quickly, wanting to get back to what was really stirring her interest. "So what are you doing here, Dom? It's weird seeing you two together."

"We're not together." Alyssa piped up. "I mean, he just…we were…last night."

"Last night?" Kirsten's brows rose and she looked between the two of them.

Dominic shrugged.

"Nothing happened." Alyssa said.

"Uh huh." Kirsten nodded slowly.

"This is ridiculous." Alyssa shook her head and pushed Dominic outside.

"Oh, I want to know everything." Kirsten walked inside and Dominic walked to his car.

"Dominic, wait." Alyssa did a little jog to catch up with him. "Thanks. For last night, I mean."

"The princess actually shows a little gratitude." He smiled.

"Don't call me that."

"That's not what you said last night."

Alyssa's cheeks flamed and she suspected that was the reaction he'd wanted because he grinned as he got into his car. She didn't move until he backed out into the road and disappeared down the street.

"So, you and Dom huh?" Kirsten asked as soon as Alyssa made her way back inside. "I knew you guys were perfect for each other."

"Nothing happened between us." Alyssa said flatly.

"Something happened. He spent the night here, didn't he?"

"Yes but it wasn't like—"

"Girl, that man is like sex on legs. If I weren't getting married, I'd definitely hit that." She laughed.

"Kirsten," Alyssa massaged her temples. "nothing happened between us. And nothing is ever going to happen between us. We've been down that road, remember?"

"Yeah but that was over a year ago. And I know you think he's hot."

"What?" Alyssa couldn't even sound as if Kirsten hadn't hit the nail on the head. "What are you talking about?"

"Girl please." Kirsten waved her off. "I see the way you look at him."

Alyssa had thought she'd been doing a good job at hiding her attraction to the man she'd sworn to hate. But, apparently not. She wondered if Dominic knew it too.

"Anyway, we can talk more about your love life on the way to the boutique." Kirsten sat down on the couch. "You should probably get dressed."

Alyssa looked down at her wrinkled dress and ran a hand through her frizzy hair. "You're probably right."

She disappeared into the bathroom and shed her clothes for a quick shower. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and ran a brush through her wet hair. As she walked back into her bedroom, she gazed at the spot Dominic had occupied beside her. A man had never slept in her bed before, and it gave her an odd sense of satisfaction that Dominic had been the first and only one.

She settled for wearing a park of jeans with a plain red t-shirt and threw a white cardigan over it before going back out into the living room to meet Kirsten.

"Okay, let's go."

Shortly after, they climbed into Kirsten's car and headed for the boutique. On the way, Alyssa filled her in on the details of the night before.

"What an asshole." Kirsten scoffed. "So he just kicked you out? Just like that?"

"Just like that." Alyssa still felt like she'd imagined it all. How many bad dates was she going to have to go on?

"Well, we're just gonna have to try again." Kirsten said.

"Are you kidding me? No way." Alyssa shook her head.

"Come on Lyssa. You can't just give up after one bad date."

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Yes I can."

"Then how are you ever going to meet anybody?"

"Maybe I don't want to meet anybody." Alyssa lied.

"I can set you up with someone. Levi has this cousin and he's—"

"No more setting me up."


"I mean it."

"But your love life is important to me."


"I don't know." Kirsten shrugged. "Maybe because I'm getting married," She sighed before going on. "and I don't want my best friend to be sad at my wedding."

"But I won't be sad."

"That's what you say now. But what if you're like the women from the movies? Content with the single life until suddenly everyone around you is pairing off and getting married, having kids, the whole shebang. I don't want you to feel like that. You deserve to be happy, Alyssa."

"I am happy."

"Really?" Kirsten said sarcastically.

"Okay, I'm like eighty-five percent happy. But I'll be fine. Let's just focus on your big day."

"If you say so." Kirsten sighed.

A little while later, while Kirsten was trying on dresses, Alyssa reflected on their conversation. Little did her best friend know how right she was. Alyssa was already feeling like that friend being left behind. She was the maid of honor and didn't even have a date to the wedding. She'd be forced to attend and be a part of something that she was starting to think would never happen for her. And as if that weren't bad enough, she also knew she'd be losing her best friend. And maybe she wouldn't be losing her entirely, but she knew that a huge part of her life would be dedicated to Levi now. And how could she be mad at that?

"How about this one?"

Alyssa had been so lost in her thoughts, that she didn't hear or see when Kirsten came out of the dressing room.

"Wow." Alyssa breathed.


"Kirsten, it's beautiful." Alyssa's voice cracked.

The chiffon ball gown wedding dress was layered with a ruffled skirt that swirled gracefully with Kirsten's every step. And glimmering beads and lace adorned the bodice, outlining the sweetheart neckline.

"Are you crying?" Kirsten smiled.

"No." Alyssa sniffled. "Just dust…or something."

"Do you think this is the one?"

"Are you kidding? Of course it is."

"I do love it." Kirsten twirled around and giggled.

"Levi is going to die when he sees you." Alyssa said.

"I hope not. I do want to have a husband before the wedding day is over."

They laughed. And while Kirsten walked back into the dressing room, she turned around to say, "But he'd better be crying when I walk down the aisle or I'm turning back around and we're doing that shit over."

Alyssa laughed and it was no wonder why she loved Kirsten so much.

The next night as Dominic and Levi sat inside his empty bar, he looked on in horror as Levi said, "I don't need a bachelor party."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dominic said. "It's my duty as your best man."

Levi laughed. "Your duty is to stand by me at my wedding."

"I still can't believe you're getting married."

Levi Meyers was Dominic's best friend since grade school. They'd grown up together and had seen each other through the worst of times. It was Levi that was there for him when his father had checked out on him and his family for good. And Levi had been just as much of a playboy as Dominic was when they were younger, mostly due to the fact that he'd hung around him and his father a lot, and had picked up on a few things. They'd been like the dynamic duo. Dominic with his bad boy good looks and Levi with his beach boy blonde hair and blue eyes. They had the girls all over them and lived for the occasional fuck. But some time during college, he decided that he was in love. And when he'd introduced Dominic to Kirsten, he could see why Levi had fallen for her.

"Well believe it, cause it's happening."

"Not without a bachelor party."

"Why is this bachelor party so important to you?" Levi asked.

"One word," Dominic's face lit up. "strippers."

"Same old Dom." Levi shook his head.

"You know it." Dominic assured him. And he'd never change. Love was a weakness to him. Just another way to let someone in and let them wreck you. He'd seen it done to his mom when his dad left. As if getting hurt wasn't bad enough, he knew that hurting other people would be worse. He didn't want to one day look up and see all the ways he'd broken a heart. He was his father's son, after all. And it was bound to happen. It was why he'd never let the women he dealt with get attached

"Okay, you can throw me a bachelor party." Dominic grinned. "But no strippers." Levi added. Dominic's face fell.

"What's a bachelor party without strippers?"

"I don't know." Levi shrugged. "You'll come up with something. But I've gotta go. I'm meeting Kirsten for dinner."

Dominic waited until Levi left before he locked the bar up and left for the night. As he settled into his car, something caught his eye from the floor of the passenger side. He picked up a bracelet that could only belong to a female and a smile spread across his face.

It was time to pay a house visit to Alyssa.

When she opened the door, Dominic didn't wait to be invited in because he knew she wouldn't do so. Instead, he pushed past her.

"Gee, come on in."

"Don't mind if I do." He plopped down on the couch.

"What are you doing here?" She came to stand over him after she closed the door.

"You left this in my car." He held the bracelet up to her.

"You came here just to return my bracelet?" She asked, bemused.

"Sure, why not?" He shrugged.

She frowned at him. "Okay. Well you've returned it, sooo…"

"Always so eager to kick me out."

"Why are you always so eager to stay?"

He looked her over then. Her hair was up in a bun on top of her head. She wore an oversized t-shirt with a faded Coca-Cola slogan on it and black yoga pants that hugged her in a way he liked way too much. As his eyes came back up, they lingered on her breasts.

"Why do you think?" He spoke in a low voice as he stood. He towered over her easily. "Do you remember what you said last night?" He started to move and she stepped back with each step he took forward.

"No." She breathed.

He didn't speak again until her back was up against the door. "Do you want me to remind you?" He leaned in, his breath tickled her lips.

"What are you doing?" She whispered.

"Are you going to stop me?" He asked, searching her eyes.

She met his gaze and they stared at each other; gray eyes into blue.

She sucked in a breath and before she could speak, he dipped his head and touched his lips to hers. He didn't want it to be slow; he didn't want it to be something she'd think about sweetly. So he ravaged her lips. He bit her, suckled, tasted, and explored her mouth harshly.

He put his hand on the small of her back and pulled her tight against him. She kissed him back just as fiercely as he did her. He picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. He thought he was going to lose it, but before he could, he pulled back and set her down on her feet.

She looked shocked, disappointed, and angry. She dropped her hands and he already knew what was coming next.

"Get out." She spat.

Dominic smiled. "Goodnight, Princess."

He let himself out and walked to his car. As he started the engine, he saw her watching him from the window.

Alyssa put on a good front, but he'd seen right through her. She wanted him, but he wanted to make her wait. He wanted to tease her. And as she glared at him from the window, he decided to play a game. But unbeknownst to her; he would win.