My phone's ringtone was what woke me up from my nap and I immediately noticed that I was covered in sweat.

I dreamt a pair of amber eyes were staring at me from the shadows.

I would've thought they were Dominic's, that the dream had meant that he was watching me or watching out for me even when I couldn't see, but the eyes didn't feel like they belonged to my Blackstone.

So, that begs the question, who did the eyes belong to? And why were they watching from the shadows?

The dream didn't make me feel like the person the eyes belonged to meant to cause harm but I was still curious as to why I dreamt of them at all?

The ringing took me from my thoughts and into the very blaring present.

"Hello," I answered, not bothering to look at the number.

"Gwen?" A woman's shrill voice sounded through the speaker.

'Ugh, Genevieve isn't even really that complicated and even if it was, she could just call you Gen. Why the extra w?'

"Jasmine," I asked in disbelief. How the hell did she get my number?

"Yeah? Anyway, where's Dominic?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not sure. I went home early."

She chuckled, "Early? Dominic's getting soft. He never lets anyone leave early. So, you're really not around him? What good are you if you don't know where the one person you're supposed to is?"

I sighed, "As I said, Jasmine, I left early. I can give him a call if you'd like?"

"You don't think I haven't tried that already? It's not like he's ignoring me or anything so if he doesn't answer me, he sure as hell isn't going to answer you, but you're welcome to give it a shot, Gwen. If you do get through to him, tell him that I'll leave the key under the mat so he can come in late if he wants."

The line ended and, after sighing, I almost rolled over, but then I remember the state that my ass was still in so I decided against that and went through my contacts until I found Dominic's.

"Genevieve, what's wrong," he answered on the first ring, his deep, baritone voice sounding concerned.

I smiled and felt my insides clench before returning to reality, "Are you ignoring Jasmine?"

He was silent on the other end for a moment before finally asking, "She called you?"

"Uh, yeah. Do you realize how fucked up that is? You're girlfriend calling your side chick to figure out where you are," I asked, chucking at the realization.

'Well, you are his assistant...'

"And how is your ass feeling right now," he asked in a tone that stopped my chuckle.

"It still stings, Sir..."

"Yeah? Does it? Would you like me to heighten that sting for you?"

I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"No, Sir," I paused before continuing, "She says she's leaving the key under the mat for you in case you go over there late."

"She texted that to me already," his statement sounded like a question, but I really didn't care about the conversation we were having.

"Anyway, listen, Sir... You're more than welcome to come over here tonight if you want."

I dropped my voice down to a husky whisper, "I'll leave a key under the mat. You can let yourself in."

He chuckled lowly, "I'm going to throw these contracts out the fucking window, woman. Stop being such a tease."

In the same whisper, I replied, "I'm not teasing, Sir."

"You just had me this afternoon," he pauses, "Actually about two hours ago, Genevieve."

"I could fuck you all the time, Sir. Round after round. I could actually go all night if you wanted. I get it if you can't though. It's probably because I'm about 13 years younger than you and have more stamina," I teased.

'Was that smart? I think not.'

I heard him growl low in his throat, "I'll show you how much stamina this old man has this weekend, Genevieve. Make no mistake, your cunt will be so sore, you won't be able to sit without knowing I've been there."

"I look forward to it, Sir, but I have to head back home this weekend for a friend's birthday. I'll see you in the morning, Dom. Have a wonderful evening."

I was about to hang up, but I dropped my voice low again, "I was being serious about the key, though. Let me know," and ended the call.

I got up and walked through my apartment to the kitchen to grab a glass of water when I heard a knock on the door.

I looked through the peephole and there was a woman that looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen her before, standing there, but I pulled the door open anyway.

"Yes," I questioned, pulling my robe tighter around my frame.

"Genevieve," the woman asked, looking me up and down before settling her eyes on mine.

I wasn't sure If this was one of those sex-trafficking things, so I asked, "Who are you?"

She smiled, "Katherine Blackstone, Dominic's sister. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Finally?"

I knew my eyes were wide with shock, but what else was I suppose to feel? I thought she had left after she spent the weekend with him.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, Genevieve?"

'The answer should be no. Hard no. You have no idea who she really is and why Dominic didn't introduce you to her himself.'

After a moment to think, her face finally came to my mind as I remembered the picture on Dominic's dresser.

I mean...he didn't tell me to stay away from her.

'Just because he didn't say to stay away doesn't mean you let her in your house without him here!'

I pushed away any uneasy feelings and stepped out of the doorway, gesturing for her to come in, "Uh, sure."

I shut the door and she walked further into my apartment.

"Your place is cute and so very...you."

Why was she here? I unlocked my phone and sent a quick message to Dominic just in case anything...weird were to happen.

She turned around and looked at the phone in my hands.

"You texted Dom that I was here," she stated and I noticed she had the same smirk at him.

She was a beautiful female version of Dominic. She was hot with the same dark brown hair like him, though hers went well passed her shoulders, and the amber eyes must run in their family...

"Uh, yeah...Sorry," I replied as I took in her form.

Katherine was wearing an army-green cotton t-shirt french tucked into a pair of light blue skinny jeans. Her style screamed androgynous, from her matte black metal sunglasses pushed up into her hair, right down to her black suede oxfords.

She shook her head slightly and caught my eyes as they roamed over her, "It's fine. You can never be too careful, especially with strangers."

I nodded my head and plastered a puzzled look on my face when my phone started ringing. I already knew who it was and so did Katherine. She looked at me expectantly with that same Blackstone smirk.

"You'd better answer that, Princess. We both know how he gets when he's left waiting for too long--or at all for that matter."

I blushed and answered, "Mr. Blackstone?"

"Katherine is there," he asked, his voice sounded rushed through the phone and in the background I heard Dariah wishing him a good night.

"Yes, Sir. Right here. Would you like to speak with her?"

"Yes, thank you, Genevieve," he said and I heard him thank the valet before I heard the hum of his car.

She held her hand out as she knew what his answer was and smiled as she placed the phone to her ear.

"Brother."

A short pause and then, "I wanted to see her for myself. She is quite the catch, brother. You should see her in this short robe she's wearing, but then...you've already seen what's underneath it, haven't you? I'm going to guess as recently as this afternoon, yeah?"

I blushed and my jaw dropped.

Who is this woman and why was I so turned on by her?

She exuded the same confidence as Dominic and that...that was something that got my gears going.

Would they be willing to...

Dominic didn't seem like the kind of guy to share though... so probably not.

"But brother," she chuckled lowly, still looking into my eyes, her face still set in that smirk, "She's blushing. I think she likes me... I might have my way with her. How does she taste?"

Oh, god! Was she really having this conversation with him right now? In front of me, like I wasn't even here?

"Don't lie. I know she's more than that. If I had to guess, I'd say she was your submissive."

"Oh, my god," I exclaimed and ran my hands through my hair, willing myself not to pull it out.

I needed clothes on if I was going to be this close to this woman. She had me feeling some kind of way and... I didn't know I was able to feel this way.

Was she what Dominic was? Was she a Domme? She gave off that vibe. She was hot, confident, and very boss-like. Is that how she knew about me being Dominics submissive?

"Did you punish her today? Is that why she's home early? You don't let anyone leave early unless they are bleeding, on fire, or can't sit to work."

She chuckled and looked toward my kitchen and then back at me.

"I'll probably put her on the counter...her legs over my shoulders," she continued and I was breathing heavy and almost sweating.

I could practically feel Dominic's rage through the phone.

Katherine was chuckling at everything he said and I knew she was teasing and taunting him and it was most likely working.

She laughed and turned around, making her way to my couch before sitting down.

"Sure thing, brother. Is she good at listening to commands? If I commanded her to do so, would she get up on the counter herself?"

She smiled widely and looked at me again, "See you soon."