Hope.
It was almost past midnight. Damian had called Alba an hour ago and said he wouldn't be coming home tonight, again. I didn't ask questions i figured he was spending the night with the blonde, Naya from the party earlier. I couldn’t sleep for some reason, on this particular lonely night it had me thinking about what my life would have been like if my father hadn't sold me out to the Spears family.
If instead of me, they would have taken my sister Lola as it was supposed to be. He
But I thought about Lola, how scared she must have been, pregnant considering how strict our father was. Atleast something sensible and good came out of all of it, Kyla. She was beautiful. And I wanted to get to know her, she was innocent in all this. Maybe I could also give my sister a chance, i didn't even know who got her pregnant, who kyla's father was.
I don't know how long I laid there before I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to loud noises clearly coming from downstairs..i could hear Damian's voice it took me a while longer to figure out who he was talking to. I slowly opened the door of my bedroom and i could see them in the living room. It was the woman from the gala, Naya.
"What do you want from me Naya? What is it?" of course he brought her back here to scorn me.
Damian was now standing inches away from her, his hands in his pockets, he looked tired and drunk also. They were both drunk.
"I want you to be the guy that gives a fuck dammit" Naya shouted back now clearly tears streaming down her face like a downfall "Do you still have feelings for me?or have you moved on to her, she is young too and shiny."
I imagined Naya was his ex or something but now I was sure she was.
"Naya I can't do this, not here, not right now."
"Do you? Are you bringing all this women just to hurt me is that it Damian?"
"You know, I.."
"Say something Damian, don't just stand there."
"I'm not just thinking of how to answer you because am tired of this roller-coaster."
"Why don't you try the truth?" Naya shouted back. The conversation felt personal and i wanted to go back to my room and give them space but my legs couldn't move.
"You left me Damian, you left us without saying anything, you just dissappeared like we didn't exist and you started a whole different life here like I meant nothing."
"Is that why you decided to marry my father Naya!? Because you loved me so much?"
I almost made noise completely shocked by what I had just heard. Naya indeed was his step mom, but she was also his ex girlfriend who didn't really seem like an ex."
"I was devastated after I lost our baby and you were not there, I came here to find you, find out what happened but you were married. You can't fault me for all of it. I love you Damian, i always have. Do you even love her?"
Damian was about to answer her when I sneezed and they both looked up at me. Naya immediately picked up her bag and rushed out without looking back. I slowly went back to my bed as i heard Damian come up the stairs.
I expected him to go to his room, but he stood at my door for what felt like eternity, as if deciding whether to come in. He finally pushed open the door and came in closing the door behind him he sat on the floor in silence.
I sat up staring at the broken shell of a man that couldn't meet my eyes, i found myself feeling sorry for him. Even after everything, somehow I still saw him as a human. If am being honest i also felt like it was partly my fault, he clearly had a life, a woman he loved and had a life with. How hard it must have been for him to be forced to marry me.
I wanted to ask him about her, about Naya. But it didn't seem like the perfect time, he looked weak, helpless broken even, and i just wished i could help him feel better. In that moment that's all I cared about.
Staring at him, a small frown on his face as he bowed down in shame, i could hardly believe my eyes. I never knew the mighty Damian Spears could turn into this guy in front of me, crumble into this.
I got out of bed and joined him on the floor as i sat next to him.
Reaching out i cupped his face in my hands and lifted his head to catch my eyes. Staring down at him, into the dark pools of his green eyes that i found myself getting lost in. I struggled to swallow the lump in my throat. Hesitantly leaning towards him, my breath hitched in my throat as i held his eyes.
"Hope" he grumpled in a low tone, his chest rumbling against mine. "what are you doing?"
"I have no idea," i whispered back honestly allowing my body to lead me, follow my instincts without overthinking. Pulling his face closer to mine, i pressed my forehead against his "i just want to make you feel better" I said slowly.
When his eyes fluttered closed, and he angled his head up, his lips parting in anticipation, my heart melted.
"Are you sure this is a good idea Hope?" he whispered gently nibbling on my bottom lip. When it stung, he was quick to soothe it with a wet swipe of his tongue very quickly followed by a sucking motion which extended to my tongue.
"No" i shook my head, a soft smile grazing my lips which proved to be quite difficult with all the kisses he pressed against my lips.
"But i want you "
"You have me, however much you want, all of me, half of me, all of me, just part of me, you can have whatever you want" pressing his chest against mine, i felt him everywhere and i mean everywhere.
His arms were wrapped around me like a blanket. His lips pressed against mine skillfully, his bulge in his jeans pressed against me and i could feel how hard he was.
“I want all of you” i whispered against his lips, my fingers bunching up the bottom of his shirt, desperate for the feel of his naked skin against mine.
“Right now?” he grinned teasingly. Any other moment i would have been frustrated that he was messing with me, but right now i was just glad he was feeling better enough to tease.
“Damian i have no time for your games “ i said as i unzipped his jeans sticking my hand down his boxers, at the feel of his thick cock pulsing in my hand, i couldn't help but moan into his mouth.
“oh! I think you do” He chuckled and pressed one more kiss before lifting me off the bed and placed me on the ground.
“what are you doing?” i asked as i stared up at him unable to resist licking the seam of my lip where the tangy test of him lingeted. Ow, how i wanted to go in for a second taste, but with the way he was looking at me right now. I wanted much more than just a taste. I wanted all of him.
“I’m giving you what you want.” as if he could read my mind Damian then leaned in to press one more kiss on my mouth before he swivelled me around. I couldn't help but giggle with anticipation. I allowed him to take charge of my body, to guide my hands to rest on the bed in front of us as he pushed me down.
Instead of shivering at the cold of my body pressed against the cool of the bedroom floors, i merely wiggled my bottom in hopes of pushing him off the edge faster. I was so glad i was only wearing his T shirt and nothing more.
He bent his knees, grasped his cock by the base and started playfully slapping it against my wet pussylips which clenched. I desperation for him
He finally pushed his hips forward entering me in one swift motion
"Damian" i couldn't help but moan his name as he entered me all the way up to the hilt,his heavy balls slapping against the curve of my ass with each powerful thrust.
"You like that Hope?" he moaned into the crook of my neck, sucking, biting the skin there as he assaulted my pussy like the hungry beast he was.
"I do" i couldn't help but moan as i leaned forward on the counter, allowing me some room to meet him thrust for thrust. "I really really like that."
"You like my cock?" he grunted, one hand gripping my hips tightly while the other roamed my front freely, taking turns to pinch into both my nipples.
"I love your cock" i moaned wantonly, now forced into my toes as he hammered into me from behind.
"Not as much as i love your pussy Hope" Damian grunted into my ears as his hips slapped into my ass with each thrust inside of me.
"i am not going to last long if you continue like this" i admitted as my eyes rolled to the back of my head unable to handle the unimaginable pleasure that he and his monstrous cock was giving me right now. Hitting me in all the right spots, spots i didn't even know existed
"Like this" he chuckled, giving my boobs one last squeeze before it traveled down my stomach to pinch my throbbing clit, pressing down hard. My lips parted in a slinet moan as he rubbed my clit all through my orgasm, his hard thrusts further drawing it out longer.
"Yes" i whispered as he continued thrusting into me deeper, harder and faster than before as he chased his own release.
"Your pussy feels so good Hope, like it was meant just for me," he whispered the dirty words into my ear as he pounded into me, his cock jerking until one final thrust, he pushed into me deeper and harder than before, shooting his milky cum as far up as he could painting my pussy walls white. Allowing me to feel every pulsing vein, i was very quick to follow him in a second orgasm.
These time when i came, it was around his cock.
We then took it to the shower where i sucked him off and to reward me he let me ride him until i couldn't anymore. He then flipped me over, the bond between us was fragile, his lips wrapped around my nipples, his cheeks hollowing slowly, his seduction subdued, it felt so good i gasped and arched into his hands. He carressed my side from breast to hip and back again over and over. My heart raced wildly.
He kissed across my chest, to the other breast his tongues lapsed at the hardened point, before surrounding it with heat suction. My body was already lost in him once again. He kissed my navel, and then moved lower, his hair caressing my stomach as he settled between my legs. He held me open with shaking hands and nuzzzles my clit. His light teasing licks through my cleft and the fluttering dips into my trembling sex took me to the edge.
Tension spread through my body, tightening everything until I felt like i might snap under the pressure. And then he pushed me into orgasm with the softest nudge of the tip of his tongue.
I cried out, heated relief pulsing through my writhing body.
He took himself in hand and fed his cock slowly, carefully into me, my head pressed hard into the floor as he sank deeper. Possessing my body one thick inch at a time.
The rhythmatic strokes of his heavy cock through the clenching depths of my pussy pushed ecstasy through me in heated waves. He felt so good. He lured me to orgasm with the skilled rolling of his hips, stirring his cock inside me. My pussy clenched tightly, trying to hold him to hold on, keep him deep in me.
I bit his shoulder to stem my criesas i shook beneath him. The tiny muscles inside of me trembling. He groaned deep in his chest, a a serrated sound of tormented pleasure, he explodes in a powerful rush
“Fuck Hope. ”
I looked up at him and he was in tears, he wrapped himself around me. He took me back down to the floor where he buried his face in my throat and cried.
Hope. Damian sat across from me with a huge grin on his face, chomping on a piece of sausage. I tore my bread into pieces and glared at him. He was gloating. Fucking gloating. The broken she'll of a man from Las night was gone if my inner thighs weren't swollen I would have thought I imagined the whole thing. He was back to being the smug arrogant man he was, acting like a few hours ago he wasn’t buried deep inside me. “I hate you.” i hissed more so to myself given that I didn't think he would have heard me. I hated myself more. How could I have done what I did? How in hell had I enjoyed it, having sex with him? He had made me cum three times. Three times! I had felt… Fuck, what had I felt for him? The man had made me cum, that was all. Any feelings were physical. Sexual. “You liked me just fine a little while ago.” He bit into a piece of Nutella smeared toast, a little of the chocolate paste sticking to the side of his mouth. He wiped it with his thumb then made a show of l
Hope. It was my turn to shrug a shoulder and, needing to break eye contact, I leaned down to pick up a few pieces of the bread I’d inadvertently scattered. “Leave it. Alba will clean it up.” I shook my head, feeling tears building, refusing to let him see. “Leave it, Hope. When I’m talking to you, I expect your undivided attention.” I snorted, wiping my face, angry again. I faced him. “You expect so many things. Maybe what you need to do is check those expectations. You are less likely to be disappointed then.” His eyes narrowed, and his chest heaved as he took a deep breath in. “Am I irritating you, Damian? Because you know what’s irritating me? Your stuff drying on my skin,” I said through clenched teeth. I stood so fast, I knocked the chair over behind me. “You have told me your rules. Well, fine. I have just one of my own. Leave. Me. Alone!” I turned on my heel to march off. “Sit back down,” he hissed. “Now.” “Fuck. You. I’m going to take a shower.” I heard his chair scr
Hope. I woke up lazily taking in my surroundings; I was still in the couch. This is the third time this week I have woken up in the living room. I looked at my wrist watch, ten o’clock. Then it all started coming back to me the events of last night, I stayed up late waiting for ace to come home but just like the previous two days I fell asleep still waiting. I slowly got up and headed up the stairs to my room, I went straight to the window, and his car was not in the driveway I quickly picked up my phone from where I had thrown it last night out of disappointments, it was still empty no call or text from him. “Can you get the car ready?” I asked Marco as soon as I saw him. “You are not allowed to leave the premises ma’am, for your own safety of course.” He said politely with a smile. “I am going to see my husband Marco, am assuming something bad has happened to him that is why I haven’t heard or seen him in the past three days. So get the car ready Marco we are going to his office.
Six weeks later. Hope. I tried to open my eyes, but my head was heavy and my whole body was in pain. I looked around the walls were all clear white and it smelled like drugs. I looked around me and saw a nurse standing by my bed with a pen and pad on her hand. “Welcome back, we thought we were losing you.” the strange woman in a white apron said with a smile checking my vitals. “Where exactly am I? What happened?” I asked trying to sit up but the pain was unbearable I lay bck down. “You are in grace memorial hospital, the doctor is going to tell you everything” she said and as if on cue an older man in a white lab coat stepped forward. “Why am in a hospital and why can’t I feel my legs?” I asked them both getting confused. “You were in an accident Hope about a month ago.” The doctor stated, “Whaaat? a month?” I almost yelled completely in shock. “It was pretty bad, the driver died on the spot but you survived, barely.” The doctors said. But I couldn’t remember anything at a
Chapter 12. Damian. “How is she doing?” I finally asked the doctor s soon as he joined me in his office. “She is still the same, she doesn’t remember anything that happened and with the kind of trauma she underwent she might not remember for a while. Her brain shut down and in order for her to regain her memories she will have to relive everything she went through and that might send her back into shock mode so in her case it’s advisable she doesn’t know the full details of what happened to her at lest not right now.” “And when can I take her home?” “I don’t think it’s a good idea to have her discharged she is still unstable.” “I know doc, but being who I am, I have a lot of enemies and probably the people who took her are still after her, she is not safe in this hospital I need her back in the house where she is under heavy security, I can have a nurse come stay with her until she is out of the woods.” “That could, work and it could help with her being in a familiar environmen
Damian. “Her physical condition is satisfactory,” the doctor informed me. “However, it is her emotional state that concerns me.” I simmered impatiently as i waited for the physician to complete his report. I remembered the moment I had received the news about Hope being in the hospital. I was home watching TV when the news came in about the kidnapped wife of the billionaire. At first I thought I was seeing things. I had used all the resources at my disposal to try and find her. But nothing came up. I had driven straight to the hospital in my pajamas and demanded answers. I had walked onto the floor where Hope was being treated. The only statement that I had said was she is my wife and I was immediately shown to her room. I had ordered for her to be transferred to a more secure private room. With the news of her being found, any of my enemies could make the hospital the target. I had ordered a specialist to look at her and came to the hospital everyday, sometimes sleeping ther
Hope. I struggled underneath the layers of fog surrounding my head. I murmured a low protest when i opened my eyes. Awareness was not what i sought. The blanket of dark, of oblivion, was what I wanted. There was nothing for me in wakefulness. My life was one black hole of nothingness. My name was all that lingered in the confusing layers of my mind. Hope. I searched for more. Answers i needed to questions that swarmed me every time i wakened. My past lay like a great barren landscape before me. The answers dangled beyond me, taunting me and escaping before i could reach out and take hold. I turned my head on the thin pillow, fully intending to slip back into the void of sleep when a firm hand grasped mine. Fear scurried up my spine until i remembered that i was safe and in a hospital. Still,i yanked my hand away as my chest rose and fell with my quick breaths. “You must not go back to sleep, beautiful . Not yet.” The man’s voice slid across my skin, leaving warmth in its wake.
Damian I stood in the darkened room and watched as Hope slept. The strain of the frown i was wearing inserted a dull ache in my temples. Her chest rose and fell with her slight breaths, and even in sleep, tension furrowed her brow. I moved closer and touched my fingers to her forehead, smoothing them across the pale skin. She was as lovely as ever, even in her weakened state. Raven curls lay haphazardly against the pillow. I took one between my fingers and moved it from her forehead. It was longer now, no longer the shorter cap of curls that had flown about her head as she laughed or smiled. Her skin had lost its previous glow, but i knew restoring her health would bring it back. Her eyes had been dull, frightened, but I remembered well the brilliant blue sparkle, how enchanting she looked when she was happy. I cursed and moved away from the bed. It had all been a ruse. She hadn’t ever been happy. Truly happy. It seemed I had been incapable of making her so. All the time we were
The doorman said. I don’t think it was the same one that had been here when I’d skulked out on Saturday morning…thank God. “Good afternoon,” I told him. “I was hoping that you could call up to Mr. Romo Romalatti’s penthouse and let him know that Alana is here to see him.” “Yes Miss, I can do that. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back with you.” I took a seat on one of the plush, off-white couches in the lobby. They were arranged around pretty glass tables with expensive looking vases full of flowers. I sat there and watched all the designer clothing clad people bustle back and forth while I waited. Suspiciously, I wondered how many of them were linked to the mob. “Miss?” The doorman brought me back to reality. “Yes?” “Mr. Romalatti asked me to send you up. He said that he’s in a meeting in the conference room next door but you should make yourself comfortable in the suite.” “Okay, thank you so much.” The doorman put me in an elevator that he said
He was a passive-aggressive son of a bitch. Shooting someone in the eyes meant, “I’m watching you,” in our world. I honestly had no idea who it could be that wanted to send me a message so desperately that they would kill my best friend to do it. “Sit down, Sammie.” Tony told me. I took a seat at the table with the others and Tony said, “Does anyone know of any beefs against us?” Everyone looked around the table and when no one said anything I asked, “Why are the Gambino’s absent?” “Carmine is still put off by the fact I won’t consider that fat fuck christopher for boss. He sent word that he couldn’t make it, made up some stupid fucking excuse so I couldn’t accuse him of disrespect, but we all know why he’s not here,” Tony said. Tony’s voice was getting raspier and he seemed like he had a lot harder time breathing every time I saw him. He was dying of throat cancer….but only he and I knew that. The Christopher he spoke so disdainfully of was the son of Carmine Gambino. Carmine ha
129. I wanted to punch him for calling me sweetheart. What was with all of these suddenly over-familiar men? I picked up the photo and underneath it was another…it was one of Sammie and I walking arm in arm into the Glass Towers. It was stamped with Friday night’s date. The elevator Nate and I were riding in stopped and the doors slid open on my floor. I felt like my heels were glued down and I couldn’t move. To my horror, Nate had to take me by the arm and lead me out of the elevator. I think I was in some kind of mini-shock state. I found myself standing in the hallway, still gaping at the photos in my hand. Feeling sick to my stomach, I picked up the next photo and the last one was the best. It was a photo of me in Friday night’s clothes and a flagrant case of bed-head, getting into the back seat of Sammie’s limousine. The photo was clearly stamped with Saturday morning’s date. “What—Where---Why are you having Sammie followed?” I finally spit out.
128. After about an hour of that, I made myself a pot of coffee…it was going to be a long day. It had been three days since Alana had walked out. I had made a grave mistake by allowing myself the pleasure of making love to her when she was too drunk to have the capacity to consent. I truly hadn’t meant for that to happen. I tried to tell myself that I was beyond the point of rational thought as well, but truthfully I wasn’t drunk, at least not from the alcohol. I was intoxicated by her. I’d been researching her and watching her for so long…every fantasy I’d had for the past year had been wrapped up in Alana. I had just completely lost my mind the moment I was actually allowed to touch her. The fact that she was allowing me to, and even encouraging it had really sent me over the edge. It was wrong though…I was wrong. I knew from the time I’d spent watching her that she wasn’t a big drinker, and she definitely didn’t sleep around. I should have had more respec
127. Sammie had stood there looking at me after I’d pulled back. I remember that he had this really sexy grin on his face and instead of being angry, I was turned on. I had smiled back….I think and then I’d put my hands around his neck again and pulled myself back up to continue the kiss. I slid my tongue back into his mouth and that time he sucked on it. It was erotic. His hands were all over me and as I washed my body and slid my palms along my sides and across my breasts I shuddered at the memory. We started stripping each other at that point, a little at a time while we kissed. I could feel his erection pressed up against my hip and I remember that when I moaned he had whispered in my ear so close that I felt his hot breath: “Just you wait, Bella. I’m going to make sure that it’s the best you ever had.” The sound of his voice and the feel of his breath against my ear sent me into another frenzy. In the shower, my hand drifte
126. “We would act as a couple so that no one wondered about my meetings with a reporter, and we could avoid the fear of getting caught if we tried to sneak around and communicate secretly. You could also be a part of “family” events and get to see and know the people that we’ll be “talking” about first hand. This won’t be a week-long process, Bella. This organization was hundreds of years in the making. It’ll take years to break it open.” I was glad I had finished my meal already…I would have choked on it. Years? This guy was nuts if he thought I would agree to be his fake fiancé for years. I stood up and picked up my purse. Sammie stood up as well. For a second, remembering where I was and who I was with, a dagger of fear stabbed me in my chest. He must have seen it on my face because he stepped to the side, clearing my path to the door. He wasn’t going to force me to do this. I was ashamed of myself for putting myself in a position where t
125. “With clothes on,” she said. I laughed and said, “Yes, I’m going right now to get dressed, then I’ll order breakfast.” She only nodded, but she hadn’t let go of the doorknob. I half expected her to be gone when I got back, but to my delight and relief, she wasn’t. I found her sitting on the sofa looking out the window. I sat down in the chair across from her and smiled. She shot me a look that should by all rights have set me on fire. “Was this all some big pick-up game to you?” she asked. “A pick-up game? No, Bella. We both had too much to drink. I’m not normally a heavy drinker and last night I was looking for some liquid courage. Once you report what I have to tell you, life as I know it is going to implode. I wouldn’t have had the audacity to expect that a woman like you would ever want to be with a man like me.” She raised an eyebrow, obviously not convinced. I wish she could see inside of my head because I meant every word. I know what I am. I’ve known sinc
124. I woke up in a strange place, in a strange bed, next to an extremely hot – and gloriously naked – strange man. …What happened last night? My mouth tasted like cotton and I had an icky sweet taste in my mouth that literally made me want to vomit. My stomach felt bloated, my head was pounding and I couldn’t hold my trembling hands still if I tried. There was light streaming in from the giant windows that surrounded the bed and it was doing nothing but making my head pound worse and darkening my already foul mood. I sat up slowly, not wanting to wake the strange bedfellow next to me. I tried to shake out my hair, but it was a tangled mess. The motion of sitting up had made me nauseated and once again I had the feeling that I was going to throw up. I looked around me, wondering where the bathroom was. I was humiliated enough just waking up here, the last thing I wanted to do was hurl all over hot guy. I needed to get the hell out of here. I slipped out of the bed and st
123. Even not knowing exactly what Shane had planned for her, Mia was still relieved to see him when he entered the basement two days after Wallace had taken her from the street. Her first thought was he looked like hell. His normally robust tanned skin was pale, and his face looked gaunt, though he couldn’t have lost much weight in the four days since she’d seen him, even with a gunshot wound. Her gaze darted to the sling encasing his left arm, where she could see the bulky bandage covering most of the left side of his chest and clavicle underneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt. It was insane, but she had to physically bite her tongue to keep from asking how he felt and fretting over him being out of the hospital already. The reality of her position and situation made it easier to rein in the concern. She lay on the cold concrete, naked as the day she was born, with her hands cuffed to her ankles, which were spread by a metal bar. It was an obscene, undignified pose, b