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pants throbbed and I ached for this woman. I hadn’t felt this kind of chemistry with a woman in a long time. I knew if I didn’t make my way into a cold shower, that I would be making my way into her. Everything in me wanted to jerk her ass down to the end of the bed by her ankles, and put a dent into her.
         As quickly as his assault on my mouth began, it ended and he made his way into the bathroom.
    The last thing that I heard was the shower starting u p before I drifted off to sleep, but not  before I felt the familiar pool of moisture between my thighs, the moisture that now accompanied me whenever Drake was around.
     
                                                                         
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Drake
                   I stood towel drying my hair as I eyed my little victim. I’d be damned if I was going anywhere tonight but in her bed. I checked on the little one and she was fast asleep in a clean bed hugging her doll. She was just what her name implied: ‘Precious.’
    I made my way back to bed after checking the doors and windows out of habit. I spooned against the woman that I had so boldly claimed as mine. She was ripe for the taking—and take her I would, in my timing…
             I watch her as she sleeps. She is beautiful in a way that is hard to put into words. I know that I will do anything to make her mine and I already have a plan in motion. Let’s just say that I am going to make her an offer that she can’t refuse, I will strike where I know that her heart is. I am a dangerous man, but not only am I dangerous, I am powerful and I will use whatever means necessary to be certain that she does not escape my grasp. Let’s just say that she is as good as mine. I have found her Achilles tendon, her weakness, and I will use it against her in order to obtain that which I covet, what do I covet? Her of course…
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
                I awaken to Drake being gone and a three year old jumping on my bed. I vaguely hear something about, “Never wanting to leave” and my heart wrenches. How am I going to take this child back and hand her over to a Mother who clearly doesn’t want her?
    Damn it!
    My mind goes back to my own Mother, just another ‘Rosa’ but her vice was the bottle.
    She made it clear from the day of my birth, until the day of her death, that she did not want me.
    At ti mes like this, I wish that I did know more rich and powerful men like Richard. A light suddenly went off in my head, maybe he knew a lawyer who could help me. I reach for my phone to make a call, but it vibrates and I groan. I looked down to see that it was Drake.
    I’m surprised that he didn’t set his own ring tone. Control freak!
    “What Drake?”
    “Watch it!”
    “What?” I question, but this time with less force as if I am innocent of his insinuated transgression.
    “ Get the kid and go get in the car that is waiting. I already called your boyfriend and told him that you weren’t taping TV today.”
    The bastard isn’t my boyfriend…
    “Yes, Oh great and powerful one, I’m at your beck and call.”
    “Good girl,” the voice at the other end of the line swoons.
    Hey, since when did he get a driver? Hell, I’ve never seen him in a car, much less with a driver.
           Precious bounces up and down, as we pull into one of the longest driveways that I have ever seen. “Look Manny, a mansion,” she giggles with glee, as she continues to bounce up and down. She is so adorable that I could just eat her up.
    I don’t notice the driver who eyes me , as if he is trying to get a read on me. If I had noticed him, then I would have known that he picked up on the apprehension that is creeping up on me.
    Maybe my wish for making the acquaintance of a powerful being is coming to pass. If so, then why