Chapter 3 03

Raniella had woken up twice in the middle of the night with thoughts of what to do. She didn't get enough sleep.

God, she really dug the hole deep for herself.

The worst part is, if she came outright to say that she doesn't have a man, her mother will take it upon herself to get her one. Again.

She'll start with arranging blind dates. Giving her advice and trying to run her life. Again.

While her mother is pretty harmless and very sweet-natured, but, she can be reeeeally persistent and Raniella really doesn't need that again.

What is so wrong in wanting to live her life without a man in it and the stress of having him?

Okay, so her life is pretty boring and so what? She's a pretty boring person, so that fits. Right?

Too bad, she'd have to keep trying to lie when there are so many people trying to run your life for you at the same time. For example, her family.

And so, when she heard her doorbell ring, she groaned. She really doesn't need this now. She doesn't want to face the day today and have to deal with her problems.

She turned to the other side of the bed and sighed into her sleep.

A doorbell came again, followed by a knock on the door.

She woke up and got out of bed. She almost stumbled on her dog but caught herself at the last minute.

"George, get up from the ground." She groaned, walking back to him.

George got up dutifully and followed her out. She made her way downstairs to the door and flung it open, still trying to get her eyes clear.

Devon's mouth was hanging open at the woman who stood at the door. He was fucking drooling and he can't even help himself.

She's blonde, curvy, and slender. Firm beautiful breasts with nipples pointing straight at him through the pajamas. Long hair that fell in a mass down her shoulders. Beautiful hands and long sexy legs.

Did he get the address wrong and come to the house of a model?

He checked the address again and decided that he was at the right house. Even the gateman said so at the gate.

It doesn't matter if it's the wrong house. He's definitely fucking this woman before he lives here. He's soooo gonna leave his signature on her.

She's one hell of a beauty...even though she was just in pajamas, and obviously just woke up from sleep.

He wondered who the woman is. Does she work here?

Heavens...a damn good reason to do this job.

"Who are you?" She asked, stiffing a yawn.

Devon stared at the card in his hand. "I'm looking for Raniella Gomez."

"Why?" She did yawn then.

"She's expecting me and---"

Raniella needed to catch that sleep, so she was quick to dismiss the handsome stranger. "Go to the office and meet the manager, Yenna Clarke, she'll---"

"Yenna is the person that gave me her home address. Said, Miss. Gomez wouldn't be in early and I should go over to her house."

Sleep fled from her eyes. She stared at the man. Really stared at him.

He's over six-feet tall. Well-muscled without being too blatant. So very handsome, it's not even funny.

Where did such a man crawl out from? Looking for her?

She was very sure that she had a free schedule this morning, she'd personally asked Yenna to clear it.

She stood firmly at the door, refusing his entrance in case he was a dangerous person. "Let's take this again. Yenna told you to come over here?"

The man grinned and he nodded.

Something must have swallowed her tongue because she couldn't find it all of a sudden. The man was handsome, but when he smiles, he's excruciatingly beautiful.

This is so unfair. There should be a law against looks like this. Nobody should have looked like this at all.

Devon stared at the woman who was frowning so hard, especially when he smiled. He snorted, she's the first woman who doesn't like his smile. Interesting.

"Why would Yenna give you my address, she knows I don't take clients at home." She looked puzzled.

It clicked on his mind. "Wait. Who are you?"

The woman struck out a sexy manicure hand. "I'm Raniella Gomez and you are?"

She's Raniella Gomez!? SHE!!?

Devon stuck out his hand and took her soft ones into his. "I'm Devon Carter....at your ultimate service." He drawled.

This day can't get any better, he decided.