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Chapters (74)
  1. Acknowledgments
  2. Stripping the Sub
  3. Prologue
  4. 1
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  6. 3
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  25. Epilogue
  26. Tempting the Domme
  27. Prologue
  28. 1
  29. 2
  30. 3
  31. 4
  32. 5
  33. 6
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  47. 20
  48. Epilogue
  49. Hardcore Vanilla
  50. Prologue
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  68. 18
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  70. Epilogue
  71. Author’s Note
  72. About the Author
  73. Other Books by Golden Angel
  74. Don't miss out!

He purposefully didn’t look at anyone else as he moved around the table to follow Sharon; she’d turned on her heel and was stalking towards the staircase – or maybe the hallway to the gardens – where they could have a little privacy. Even before he’d fully stepped away all of their friends were leaning forward over the table, murmuring to each other, and he didn’t doubt he’d just blown his and Sharon’s cover to hell.

There were going to be a lot of questions.

He didn’t have the answers because he didn’t really know what he was doing. He didn’t know why he was so irked.

The only thing he did know was that if anyone was going with Sharon to her cousin’s wedding as her date, it was going to be him.

Mother fucking fuckwit! What the hell is Jake thinking?!

She didn’t even need to look over her shoulder to know that their friends were all abuzz. Sharon wouldn’t be surprised to see one of them running for the front desk to grab their phone and start updating everyone who hadn’t made it out tonight. Especially since Angel had demanded that she be kept in the loop.

She wanted to bang her head against the wall.

Or bang Jake’s head against the wall.

Maybe it was kind of rude to go and ask another man to a wedding right in front of the man she was currently fucking but come on. They’d agreed to keep things both casual and on the downlow!

Stomping into the back hallway, she whirled around, glaring up at him as she planted her hands on her hips. The hallway wasn’t dark, but it wasn’t exactly well-lit either, and he loomed over her, crossing his arms over his chest. At least he wasn’t half-naked like most of the Doms in the club. Jake always wore regular clothes to Stronghold, as if to drive home the point that he wasn’t a Dom.

Even if he acted kind of like one sometimes.

“What the hell was that?” she asked, glaring even harder. Since he wasn’t a Dom, she didn’t have to worry about her tone of voice or cursing at him. She jabbed her finger, pointing past him and back at their friends, even though she couldn’t see them because of his broad shoulders. “Do you have any idea what they’re all thinking right now?”