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The Dom That Got Away: The Lost Dom Series

Molly Harper has always been considered a wild child. Not that she was ever really crazy. But she could be called rash at times. This was a quality that has gotten her into a few scrapes. Thankfully, she has always had someone she could rely on to help her out. Even if he does grumble about her irresponsibility. But during her summer vacation from college, she has finally gotten the chance to get out from underneath the watchful eye of her unwarranted protector, Scott Monroe. In the romantic, beautiful city of Paris, no less. But when her rash, passionate decisions landed her right in Scott’s lap, she knew her life was changing forever. Scott was not looking to work with his father’s company any longer than he had to. Just long enough to show him that he was able to make what his father called “adult decisions”. His dream was to open a club in the heart of Denver and be his own boss, business owner. In order to do that, he needed his father's help and money. But when Molly is literally kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with those sexy, defiant eyes, he would forget his plans every time. Molly is determined to not let Scott ruin another fun and exciting adventure. Until she realizes that Scott is exactly the person she needs to show her this new lifestyle that she has found. Scott just wanted to keep her safe until he could find someone to take care of her. If there was someone that lived up to his standards, that is.

Leann Lane · Urban
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100 Chs

Chapter 77: Paul Calls Scott Out

-Scott's POV-

"Francesca had nowhere to go this Christmas, so I offered her our hospitality. As Molly did to Becca and YOU did to Noah," my father defended himself casually.

"I see," I said slowly.

I was trying to decide if my father was punishing me for inviting friends or if he was just using it as an excuse. My money was on the latter.

I sincerely hoped that someone had thought to invite someone single. I thought to myself. Because otherwise, Francesca was about to have a night full of disappointments.

"Why don't you go find Willimina and have her make you up some of her signature eggnog?" Paul suggested. "It does wonders to improve your spirits."

Francesca looked between the two of us for a moment. But finally nodded and headed back downstairs.

"What are you doing, Dad?" I demanded as soon as we were alone.

"Me?" Paul scoffed. "What are YOU doing, son?"

I stiffened. "I'm not doing anything except having Christmas with my family."