Awakening Dominance

Amy I have everything ready for my stay at home for the weekend. Everybody else always has plans for the weekend. I have plans too. They may not be equally interesting but the fun is not on my list of priorities. I have better things to do: a future to build. Okay, you may call me nerdish but I don't care. I have heard that a lot in my life. Maybe half of it. Or all of it. It's not hideous that I like to keep things in order. I like knowing what to do next or else I would end up a wreck of nerves! I open the door of my small apartment. The door creaks and loneliness echoes through the entire building. "Home sweet home," I mutter to myself. I put away my newly bought novel on the bedside table. Yeah: that was the plan I was talking about. I have a book I am editing on my laptop. I work for a publishing company and I am lucky to be paid to work from home. This comes with many advantages including reading free novels. I love my job. Saturday evening, my eyes are paining from staying

Amy What the hell just happened? I just accepted to spend my day with Jace, that's it. What about the book I have to edit on my computer? I will surely need a lot of catching up to do after this. I can't just turn him down after showing up at my apartment early in the morning. I have to loosen up. I can't just keep myself locked up in this apartment with my thoughts running wild about dimpled cheeks when I can spend the day watching them. I don't want to live in hiding anymore. "I thought you wouldn't come out of there," Jace says as I meet him where I left him out of the apartment. "What did you think I was doing?" I ask out of mere curiosity. "Having second thoughts," he replies. "That crossed my mind," I tell him. "But you still came?" "Yes, for some strange reason I like your company," I tell him and he chuckles lightly. We begin walking across the street. "Where do you want to go?" he asks. "Where were you planning on taking me?" I ask. "I could take you to lots of place

Amy Sophia moves about in the kitchen. She seems to know what she is doing. She moves about from the stove to stir in the soup and goes to check the contents in the oven. I offered to help but she only let me knead the dough. She didn't let me do any other work since she considers me a special guest. Under normal circumstances, I would have rolled my eyes at her but I kinda like her. I wonder where Jace has gone. Is it weird that I am already missing him? "Are you and Jace together?" she asks me while turning on the blender. "Um, no," why am I nervous about answering the question? I feel like a liar after saying that. Are we together? "Have you been seeing each other for long?" she continues her interview. "We just met yesterday," I feel very weird saying that. "Oh," she doesn't look as surprised as I thought she would be. Instead, she just gives me another of the warm smiles I have been receiving since I reached here. "How are you related to Jace?" I ask her in an attempt to c

Amy I had a great time. I haven't been with loving people for a while. Jace's family has filled that hole that has been digging in my heart because of missing my family. My family is not this collected. My parents are divorced. My father is remarried and my mother is with her current boyfriend, Bruce. Bruce is a friendly guy but it is still weird to me that my mother is dating a guy. My parents have been divorced for six years, but seeing them with other partners still surprises me. Divorced or not, they are still my family and I love them both. Perhaps they had their reasons for separating. Who am I to judge them? The kitchen is very large I didn't even notice Jace standing in the doorway staring at me. When I look at him, he gives me a dimpled smile and my skin heats up. I don't know what that is about but I kinda like it. I give him a shy smile and place the dishes that I was wiping into the cupboard. Sophia is still talking about a topic I am not sure I understand. I think she is

Amy My blood is heating up. I can feel hot blood running through my veins. Oh, god! Jace is so close to me that I can breathe in his scent. His manly scent is sexy as hell. He smells like collagen and wood. A strange mixture but has got me intoxicated. "What do I do to you?" I whisper into his hair. "You really want to know?" he inquires in a tone sexy as hell. "Yes," I reply and dare to run my hand over his chest. It feels so hard through his shirt. It is no doubt he works out. "Are you tempting me, Amy?" he asks me with a smile playing on his lips. "I hope so," I reply with a shy smile. "Damn it, Amy," he curses and grasps my waist. He puts me on top of the kitchen counter with my legs engulfing his waist. His lips run across my jaw and his breathing tickles my skin. I purse my lips to stifle a giggle. "I don't think you would want to talk about it," he purrs into my hair. "What? Is it terrifying?" I grin into his neck. "No, the opposite," he says. "Amazing?" I ask. "Tha