The door opens up behind me as I'm waiting for Amy to pack up her dolls. "What are you doing, Amy?" Jess immediately spits out and walks into to grab Amy's arm like she wants to stop her, but Amy fully ignores her. She keeps trying to grab things as if Jess is not there, "Don't leave him waiting, you won't need your toys anyway. Look at me!" Damon would've lost his shit by now, with the way she's pulling on Amy's little arm. And if she's doing this in front of me, I'm starting to wonder how the fuck she treats her when I'm not around. "It's okay, Jess. Can you come here?" I ask. She forgets about Amy right there and almost flies to my side. I lift a hand to brush her hair back, "She listens to me. I think... I think you've been right this whole time." "About what?" she asks gently, her eyes excited. "She sees me as her dad," I continue and I see the way Amy finally stops for a second to turn to me. I can feel her eyes blazing on me again, "And I think you really need a break,
"What do you think about that?" Zion asks with a gentle voice, "About your dad going to prison?" Amy shrugs and sits her butt down again, but closer to me this time. "Who told you about it?" "My mom," she answers, "But she's always saying bad things about him, so I didn't believe it. Then I saw him in TV and they said he hurt a lot of girls." Damon sighs and looks down at his hands. I don't think I've ever seen him look so truthfully guilty before. "How did that make you feel, Amy?" Zion asks, not even looking at her face, he's still pretending to play with a doll, “To hear that your dad hurt a lot of girls?” "I didn't feel anything," she answers and I have to close my eyes in stress. Please, universe, don't let her be just like Damon, "I like him. He’s never hurt me.” "I love you," Damon says to her, very firmly. Once again, I’m shocked at those words coming from him. I think he’s said that to my dad a few times… once to Dean, but that’s it. Never to me or anyone else
"Oh no, I'm sooo jealous I'm missing that," Damon says with a fake pout and slips back inside without another word. Before I can walk away, Zion comes out."Amy sent me away, she wants to play with Damon," he lets me know with an amused smile, "She's a lot more than we expected, huh? I was expecting a shy little thing.""She went into panic mode after the whole fire thing so she dropped the charade. What do you honestly think about her? I can tell she's in the Damon spectrum somewhere," I say, taking a deep, worried breath. "It's way too early to determine, but she does have some worrying tendencies. We always knew it was possible, though. I'm not surprised," he shrugs and leans against the wall, "I'm more worried about her relationship with Jessica, it's not good at all.""Amy is smarter than a regular kid and Jessica is probably just as smart as a regular kid. She doesn't know how to deal with someone like Amy," I dissect the situation, Zion slowly nods as if he agrees, "There's no
{ Lily }Aiden is being an asshole again, and he’s still attacking me, but he’s not wrong and that’s what pisses me off the most.I mean, I’m just a girl… except I’m old as fuck. So, I guess I am actually a traumatized woman stuck in a teenage mindset. That sounds about right.My mom had me when she was sixteen. By the time she was my age, she had a ten-year-old daughter, a husband, a household and a corporate job. She was a capable adult, more capable than most adults twice her age.And all I have is three men I’m juggling, an untrained dog and a job as a CEO at a company I haven’t been to in weeks.But I had to prove Aiden wrong, so here I am. “Lily?” Damon asks as soon as he notices me. He’s sitting on the floor with a little girl who has chin-length hair. She’s the spitting image of Damon and I’m shaking in my boots when she turns to look at me too, “W-what are you doing here so early?”Damon drops the doll he was holding and stands up to walk to me. I think he wants to hug me,
"Hi," the little girl says, studying my face before looking back at Damon, "I want to keep playing with you. Come back.”Damon looks conflicted, he looks from me to Amy like he's considering his options. "I'll leave you to it, we can keep talking later. Dean is waiting for me in the backyard with Choky," I say and take a step back, I look back down at Amy, "Bye, Amy, it was nice to meet you.""Who is Choky?” She asks. "Uhm, that’s my dog," I respond and I know I fucked up immediately because the girl's eyes light up. I feel awkward and uncomfortable around her, I don't know how the fuck to act. I'm technically her aunt, but also her possible future step-mom and that's just confusing and weird, so I really don't want her to..."Can I pet him? Please," she says and comes to grab the hem of my skirt and pull, "Please, I'll be good.”I look at Damon, he just shrugs but he looks uncomfortable too. Fuck, why is he leaving this to me? I should not be making any decisions on someone else’s
Once Damon finally disappears inside and closes the sliding doors behind him, I let go of Chocolate’s harness and take it off. I refuse to waste a perfect day being sad about Damon. He’s crazy and evil, and that will never change, so this whole two-week test is over. I go inside the house to look for shampoo and then go back outside to spend about half an hour trying to wash my dog before Dean comes back out. “You look like a homeless woman,” he says, taking in my appearance. I’m completely wet and un-sexy and I probably smell like a wet dog, but it’s okay because I won’t be having sex tonight after all, “Wanna get in the pool for a bit?” Dean gets me one of my mom’s bathing suits and we get into the pool to shit-talk Damon and talk about his terrible behavior, but I can’t even enjoy the moment because my phone keeps ringing with Brian’s calls and texts saying how much he misses me. “My boyfriend is starting to annoy me,” I complain out loud, swimming back to Dean, “And I
“Fine, Aiden,” I say to make myself clearer, “But the fight we had was very dense and I’m going to stand my ground because he’s the one in the wrong, not me.” “You don’t have to convince me, Lily. I’m always on your side,” he tells me, trying to be cute. And fuck me, but it works. I’m so damn easy, “Okay, I’ll give him the dog, get rid of him and be back in a sec.” “Chocolate will run to the car,” I let him know when he comes to grab him. Aiden nods and walks out with my dog. As soon as the door closes behind him, I run to the nearest window and peek out to see how that goes down. I know I should be the one handling my boyfriend, but Aiden offered. And according to Dean, he has a lot of experience getting rid of boyfriends, so why not use his expertise? I can see Aiden approaching Brian, who is leaning against his car waiting for me. Just like I said, Chocolate runs to him and Brian opens the door to let him inside the car. Taller and bigger and more handsome and more confide
“I found your girlfriend trying to escape,” Aiden says to Damon and waits for me to walk inside before shutting the door behind us. Then he locks it, “I’m here as a relationship counselor.” “How many relationships have you had, Mister Counselor?” Damon throws at him without getting up. “One. So, one more than you,” Aiden answers and takes his shoes off, “Sit up, don’t be rude. Make some room for us.” “What about your current girlfriend?” I ask Aiden, avoiding the bed even as Damon sits up to actually make room for us, “Madeline or something. That British, snobbish, mean girl?” “Madison,” Aiden corrects me. I knew it was Madison, I just hate her, “And she doesn’t count. She’s not actually my girlfriend; I was just trying to see if I want one of those or not. The answer is no. She’s just a good friend now.” “Hm, does she know that?” “Yes, Lily, she knows that. And she thinks you’re cool and pretty, so you’re being the mean girl here, not her,” he says, making me scoff. No gi
{ Lily } Aiden never came back yesterday, so I spent the rest of the day crying my ass off while hugging my mom as we watched people in the news talking shit about Damon while they showed how incredibly handsome he looked, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes. To be completely honest, it was a bittersweet day. My mom was being the nicest she’s ever been with me, Harry stayed home with us until the afternoon when my mom finally had enough of his presence and kicked him out. And Dean was there, being Dean and cheering me up a bit. It was a nice family day. Like, real family. So I enjoyed that part, but I hated the part where Aiden was away all day. And I was missing the fuck out of Damon, worried about him... until he texted me. Yeah, the guy who's in prison, he texted me out of nowhere and told me Aiden actually helped him out. So now we'll be able to talk as much as we want. Then Aiden called me and said he wouldn't be leaving Altamira yet because he has some ‘new issues’ t
"What’s going on?" I ask, completely confused, but a smile is growing on my face. "Hey, Damon, this is my buddy Darren," Aiden says with a different voice. He's playing a character for this guy, so I just nod and wait for more information, "He knows you don't deserve to be here, he wants to help us out while we figure out how to get you out.” "Oh," I say, blinking my confusion away. This is definitely not a set-up then, it's Aiden fixing my life again, "Hi, man. It’s nice to meet you.” "Come here," he says and comes to fucking hug me, so hard he lifts me up. I find Aiden's eyes over this guy shoulder and he gives me a pointed look, so I respond to the hug, patting the guy's back, "Any brother of Aiden's is my brother. I'm sorry those bitches put you on this position." "Thanks, man," I hug him harder, for real this time, "Ungrateful pieces of shit, they couldn't even look into my eyes during the trial. They knew they were blowing shit way out of proportion." "That's women fo
"I'm going to take you to Berenice's house. I need to make sure Lily's okay... and then I'm going to make sure nothing happens to Damon," I say, almost to myself, and my words make my father look at me with intense eyes, "I have a plan and a connection inside the prison. I'm going to buy him protection." "What? You have a connection inside the prison, like... an inmate?" "No. Someone in the administration," I reply, taking a deep breath. "He's a good friend... and his father is the prison warden." That lights him up. "Yes! Use him!," my dad says with renewed hope in his eyes, "If you don't, Damon will be stabbed to death with a made-up knife, only after being someone's girlfriend in there." That makes me laugh because it’s never going to happen, at least not like that. Damon isn't the victim, he would find a way to get out of the situation. And if someone is getting a girlfriend and raping someone in there, is him. I don't doubt he could rape a man, not for a second.
“Why?” My mom asks, unable to hide her true feelings about the situation, “Really, why? Tell me one good thing about him.”I stay blank. One good thing about Damon? “There aren’t palpable good things about Damon,” I finally admit, looking down, “He is mostly a bad person, but at least he’s open about it. He doesn’t hide what he is. And when you get to know him, you see he’s… just a little crazy, but not ambitious enough to actually be evil. Even with those girls, you can ask them personally. He didn’t rape anyone, he’s just a big bully. And he can be very scary, I know that firsthand… but he’s not a monster. Just like Harry promised you anything you asked for, Damon gave those girls something in exchange for a scene with him. He likes random kinks and he has these girls do them, but since he doesn’t explain, everything feels so bizarre.”My mom takes a deep breath and thinks about it for a second. “I know everyone thinks I'm stupid, but I'm not that stupid, okay? So, just trust me w
"Yeah, he’s leaving," I repeat in a whisper, my stomach twists just thinking about it. I clear my throat, "Let's not talk about it, yeah? Please." "Okay," she relents, then looks down to her hands for a second, "Uh, I've had a lot of time to think about our dispute the other day and… I want to apologize to you. For a multitude of reasons. Even if you don't want to forgive me, can I please just tell you how sorry I am?” I just nod. Dean mumbles something and grabs Choky's harness to take him away from us and give us privacy. My mom walks to her brand new living room and I follow her, sitting next to her on the big white couch and looking directly at her belly as she grabs my hand. My only biological sibling is in there, it’s kind of weird to think about it. "I was so young when I had you. A young, poor girl with lots of ambition," she starts, squeezing my hand, "I resented you a lot. I lost my freedom and my dreams because I was forced to have you by my idiotic religious fami
Oh, dear lord… I think I trust Damon now. Or at least I do right this second, with his big dick inside of me and his gorgeousness clouding my view of the universe. He won. I mean, of course I don’t trust him one hundred percent, but definitely a lot more than before. I think I got to know him a lot better these past few days. He's obviously not a saint, at all, but I also think he's not absolutely evil I thought he was. He's just a little deranged, but it hasn’t been that bad. So far. "You're the only person that brings this out of me," he says in a gentle tone, touching his nose to mine like a cat showing love, "You turn off the bad thoughts inside my head and make me want to be better. You make me want to be a normal man." "I like this calm, softer version of you," I whisper, stroking the smooth skin of his back, "You used to show me just the worst parts of you before. You were always so mean, so evil. You bullied me so much, I really thought you were the worst person t
As soon as Aiden is done with Lily and has left her a whimpering mess, he helps me get my turn by lifting her body and positioning her so she can ride me, cowgirl style. In the water she doesn't have much power to actually ride me, so I lift my hips to fuck her. Her pussy feels even tighter than normal in this position, so it doesn't take too long for me to spill inside of her. Then I suck on her neck and rub her clit until she’s coming, squeezing my dick like crazy. But even when we're all satisfied, we don't leave the tub. Lily stays in my lap with her legs over Aiden's lap and we talk about everything except our imminent separation tomorrow. But the thoughts are there. Every time I look at the hour in my phone I get a little more worried. This is it, this is fucking it. There is no denying it anymore. When we’re all ready for bed after a quick shower, I lean against the headboard and look at Aiden drying Lily’s body with the towel. He doesn’t need to do that, but he can
I cross my arms and just observe the way Aiden approaches the guy with tense shoulders and tells him to fuck off, forgetting all about his need to always be polite. I can’t really hear what he’s saying, but I can tell it’s definitely a ‘fuck off’ situation. And Lily looks confused the whole time, even when Aiden grabs her arm and pulls her back here. I try to hide my pleased smile as they approach by themselves because Hector is still standing in the same place, as if he's confused. The dog is running behind them. "Aiden, seriously. Let go," Lily groans, trying to set herself free, "What is even happening? What was that about? You were so rude to Hector, why the hell would you fire him?” "Because he wants to fuck you, we can't let that happen," I explain, making Lily shut up and give me a confused look, then she moves it to Aiden, "What, are you sad about it? Do you want to fuck him too?” "Why are we even talking about fucking? Hector is just Chocolate's trainer. I’ve only be
"Lily..." I can see Aiden take a deep breath and control the rant he'll have if it was me the one cutting onions so horrendously. He'd be beating my ass for daring to do something not perfectly like he would. Luckily for him, Lily is too busy trying to wipe her tears without touching her face with her hands. “Yeah?” She asks, distracted. Aiden sighs and decides not to ruin this morning even more. "Good job, but that's enough. Just go sit with Damon and let me finish here,” he ends up saying. "Alright," she murmurs and wipes her onion-tears with the back of her hands again, "I hope this tears are worth it." "They won't be," I say, watching her as she goes to wash her hands for a good five minutes. And all I do for those full five minutes is watch her wash those hands, because that's my favorite thing. Watching her do anything, especially if she doesn’t know I’m there. Although… no, actually, I prefer when she’s giving me all her attention too, "Come here, babe. Aiden is really m