I’ve been sharing my novella Dominic chapter by chapter every week. You may already know Dominic (aka Tyson) from The Seven Chambers Series (specifically Stolen Flame). This is his story of how he came to be employed at The Chamber. Please sign up for my newsletter to continue reading Dominic!
*The following contains explicit content, 18+ readers, please. Also, this is a draft copy which has not been edited for publication.
The Men of the Seven Chambers Series
by D.W. Marshall
I take a couple of deep breaths because the truth is…I want to get her out of here, as far away from this shit circus as possible.
“Okay, I’m finished!” Flame shouts out to us.
I turn to find her in denim shorts and a red tee-shirt. Perfection. I know that Zee has gone when I hear the door close behind us. I cross the room and grab the remote. After I depress the button an eighty-inch flat screen drops down from the ceiling.
She wants normal. So I will try. I don’t gush over how hot she looks in something so simple. Instead, I flop down on the sofa and plop my feet onto the coffee table. Next, I call the kitchen for popcorn and soda.
I almost lose my composure when Flame ties her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head and drops down on the sofa next to me.
We have more digital movies than anyone can imagine. I scan and select a recent action movie. I know from surveilling her that she loves action and crime movies.
The only time I get up from my comfy spot is when the snacks come. Together, we spend the next five hours watching movies and gorging ourselves on snacks.
“This is the “normal” I crave. Nice guy. Nice night. I only wish the haunted house filled with boogiemen didn’t exist right outside that door,” she says.
I don’t say anything, there is nothing to say. I only hope the expression on my face tells her that I am sorry for her pain, and any role I have played in it.
When the sun breaks through the small skylight, I awake to find myself and Flame sprawled out on the sofa. Even I have to admit last night was the most normal night I have ever had with a woman. In a move even I have to admit is creepy, I watch her sleep. The way her soft pink lips are slightly open, her even breaths, her bed hair spread all around her—she really is the closest thing to heaven I will ever know. I resist every urge to touch her, to trace her lips with my fingertips, to simply touch my lips to hers. I am losing it for sure.
It takes everything I have to leave her, but if I can’t demonstrate an ability to juggle my responsibilities and time spent guarding Flame, I know Mason won’t hesitate to pull me from her guard. That, and the fact that her waking up with me staring at her like a loon or worse, my lips planted on hers would be the opposite of helpful. I scrawl a quick note to Flame.
As much as I don’t want to, I have to return to work. Please make yourself at home. However, if you need to leave for any reason, please use the monitor that I used to call for snacks and request an escort from Zion.
See you later,
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