He turned and stalked toward the door. He flung it open and caught it with one hand, turning as he stepped out.
“If you change your mind later, don’t bother to come crawling back. I think you’ve made it abundantly clear what I’m good for...where I stand in your life
And I really am done with this.”
The door slammed, and Wendy's heart shattered into tiny little pieces. She stared numbly, hoping, expecting that he’d come back and tell her they could work things out, that he understood, that he’d wait.
Minutes passed, and the sickening realization hit her that he wasn’t coming back.
Not only had she lost her reputation, and possibly her career, but she’d lost the one man she loved enough to have risked it all in the first place.
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Tuesday morning, Wendy took the coward’s way out and called Evan Banks to schedule vacation time for the res
Victor nodded his agreement. James, who was a lot more tuned in to just what bad press could do to a career and reputation, was a lot more subdued. Concern flared in his eyes when she got to the explanation of the article and blog.“That sucks,” James said.Wendy nodded. “Tell me about it.”“So where does this Damon Paige person fit in?” her dad asked. “I mean, there seems to be a big piece missing here. You were pretending to be his fiancée and this paper prints stuff about you, and you said he’s angry because he thinks you think he’s your dirty little secret. Am I missing something?”She sighed. “I’m in love with him, Dad. And now he hates me.” She said.All four men’s mouths rounded into Os.There was marked silence, and she regretted having blurted out that fact. Love was girly stuff, and none of the men looked like they had a clue what to say or do next.“Look
She knew she'd said the wrong thing immediately the words left her mouth, but she didn't care. She was too angry to care."What exactly is your problem, Red?" Damon asked angrily. "Are you mad at me about something? That's weird, because if there was someone between the both of us who should be angry right now, it's me. So what the hell is wrong with you?""Excuse me?" Wendy said."Yeah that's right. You heard me." Damon hissed. "What's wrong with you? You have absolutely no right to be going about making comments like that when you are the one that ended things with me. You are the one who fucking walked away""Me? Ended what exactly?" Wendy yelled at him. "I didn't end anything. You did. I simply said that I wanted some time to figure things out. I said I needed space. You are the one who could even at least try to be considerate. You just want things to go your way all the damn time. You just try to bully me to g
"Oh really. Well do you understand my side... Or is it just hers?" Damon asked.Debbie shook her head. "Look, I understand the both of you. I really do. And I honestly don't want to pick sides. So whatever this is, can you guys just find a way fix it. You don't even have to love or like each other. You just have to find a way to be around each other without fighting. Or else it's going to be a problem, and then before we know it, someone can't take it anymore and decides to leave. I don't want to lose any one of you""Well, I don't think we are ready to be around each other now" Damon said."And I agree" Wendy replied, giving him a look like she wanted to kill him."Yep, definitely a bad idea to talk about this" Debbie said to herself, when she saw they they weren't even making any effort to listen to her and stop arguing.Damon grabbed his phone which he had kept on the tabl
A relationship with the CEO had been quickly revealed, and Wendy had been named in the divorce proceedings between the CEO and his wife. Wendy had gone home in disgrace where she took a job with her father's company, and then months ago, with Standard Gate communications.Only last week, intimate photographs of Wendy Morgan with billionaire Damon Paige had appeared in another article the day after Paige had reportedly signed a multimillion-dollar advertising contract with Standard Gate.Blah, blah, it went on and on, vilifying Wendy and along with her, Standard Gate Communications. His stomach churned, and he felt the urge to go vomit.His gaze caught the latest issue of Advertising Media. Fresh off the press and delivered just this morning. It was just as Wendy had said. The announcement was there for the world to see, but it was tainted by those photos....and people were still talking about it even a week later.
Camille touched her arm."Yeah I read that too" she said. "And you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to"Wendy shook her head. "Actually I do. I'm ready to talk about it. I think that I have kept it in too long. It was my big secret and one of the reasons why this hurt so much was because I have been trying really hard to keep it hidden... Because I was ashamed of myself, I was trying so hard to prove something to my dad and I didn't want Damon to know about it because I was scared that he would see me differently... Like a horrible person"She shook her head, like she was trying to shake away the bad memories, picked up her glass and finished the contents with a gulp and asked for her glass to be refilled. After it was refilled she continued."So my dad has always wanted me to work at his company. I know he loves me but he can be really overprotective... Even my brothers sometimes too. So a year after college
Wendy laughed. "Please don't pick a fight with her or anything like that. She talks a lot, but I'm sure she doesn't really mean to cause any harm. She's just like that""Oh I won't" Camille replied. "That would be very childish. It just makes me wonder who else at the company knows. I just don't want to cause any problems for Evan""You really like him, don't you?" Wendy asked.Camille blushed and sipped her drink. "I do" she said. "I'm in love with him actually""Awwwwn. I'm happy for you honestly. At least one of us getting the happy forever after story that she deserves. And you deserve to be happy. Evan is such a nice guy and you are both lucky to have each other""Thank you" Camille replied. "I gotta say it's kind of a relief to talk to someone about this. The hiding and sneaking around is kinda tiring""Yeah it can be tiring" Wendy agreed, t
Leonard gasped, feigning annoyance while Wendy just laughed."Actually it's fine" she said. "I actually don't mind. I think he is funny""You hear that, sweetie? She thinks I'm funny" he said, poking Camille.Camille turned back to her drink and rolled her eyes, "Well I wouldn't read much into what Wendy said, she's had a couple of drinks so she might not be thinking straight. That's just the alcohol talking... Because why would anyone in their right mind find you funny?"Leonard ignored her comment and turned to Wendy. "It's really nice to meet you, Wendy" he said, smiling at her and extending his hand for a handshake.Wendy shook his hand and smiled back. "It's nice to meet you too, Leonard" she replied."You should know that I know who you are actually" Leonard said.Wendy lifted an eyebrow "You do?" she asked. And then s
But boy was she wrong, because immediately she stood her knees wobbled. Leonard caught her immediately and they both laughed."I really thought I had it under control" she said, still laughing. "Turns out I don't""I'm sure you did" he replied, just hold on to me. They walked slowly outside and to his car, the whole time his hand was wrapped around her waist.Wendy couldn't wait to get home, take a shower and go straight to bed. She was tipsy and as he drove she closed her eyes."Are you falling asleep?" Leonard asked her.She opened her eyes slowly. "A little bit" she replied. "It's the alcohol taking effect""Is everything alright with you? I don't mean to pry, but you seem a little worried... And I know most people just like to drown whatever issues they are having in alcohol. I just hope that isn't what you are doing"We
"Oh, Damon" Wendy said, her eyes filled with tears. "I love you too. I never stopped. I always will"Damon smiled and wiped a tear that had fallen with his finger. "Don't cry, honey" he said, "You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. And it makes what I'm going to say next so much easier"Wendy laughed and wiped her cheek with her palm. "Oh.... There's more?" she asked.He nodded. "Hell yeah" he replied, then his hand moved to stomach and he cupped it. "You remember when I found out about the baby and I asked you to move in with me?" he asked."Yes" she replied softly."At first I didn't like that you said no, it pissed me off in fact, but I realized that it was a crappy thing to say. We are having a baby, Red. You, me and that tiny human growing inside of you. And we love each other, so if we are going to do this, I want us to do it right, so...... "
“You are so beautiful,” Damon drawled, then gave a small cough. “Red, i have missed you so damn much, so much that I stayed up at night thinking about you. It was never just about sex for me".Wendy smiled up at him, tracing lines on his chest with the tip of her finger. "I have missed you too. I'm so sorry that I hurt you, Damon. I didn't mean to push you away like that. I cared but I was just so worried about what people thought so much, that I didn't know I was torturing myself, and hurting you too, but now.... With the baby, I don't care so much anymore. My priorities has changed all of a sudden"He laughed—and it sounded so good. To see him relaxed, smiling, was like glimpsing somehow a different man, and all she knew was that she wanted more of this. He ran his hand over her warm, naked body and she squirmed with pleasure, couldn’t believe she was lying naked in his arms in the middle of the day and feeling only beautiful.
“Don’t hold onto those thoughts, Red, just let them go.” And she tried, really tried to just relax as his hand cupped her bottom and lifted her enough to slip off the shorts and knickers in one. But the movement erased what had been achieved, embarrassment flooding in as her flesh was exposed, her knees lifting instinctively and her hand moving down in a futile attempt to cover herself. Wanting to hide her body from his gaze. It had been a while since they'd been this way together.“Don’t fight,” he ordered, but he was soothing her with his words. “Don’t think about that anything else, just think about this.” His hand hovered over her stomach until she caught her breath.She wanted the contact again and he was very gently tracing tiny endless circles around the little hill of her abdomen as his lips dusted her cheeks. Oh, how much she'd missed him. He was kissing away the salty tears that were spilling from her eyes with his other hand around
The sun blocked out as he hovered over her, her eyes still closed as she blissfully attuned to the feel of his lips lightly on hers until it wasn’t enough. He was waiting for her bidding, she instinctively knew that. She could smell the bitter orange and bergamot undertones of his cologne, his breath mingling with hers, and after seconds that seemed to drag for ever she gave him her consent with her mouth, pressed her own lips into his. The greeting was acknowledged by the reward of his cool tongue parting her lips, slipping inside, and that delicious taste of him, the intimate feel of his mouth inside hers, his tongue languorously capturing hers, playing a slow teasing game, long strokes that made her want more, countered by a tiny feather-light stroke on the tip of her tongue and then a gentle sucking as he dragged her deeper into him. And it was the most erotic of kisses yet the most frustrating, because still nowhere else did he touch her. Only their mouths were touching only the
She turned abruptly away, terrified he’d read the naked lust in her eyes. She took a long drink from her water bottle then, blowing her fringe skywards and trying to keep her voice normal, determined not to make a fool of herself again, to be absolutely sure she wasn’t misreading things, she said, “You should try meditating if you want to be relaxed.”“It wouldn’t work,” Damon dismissed.“It won’t if that’s your attitude...” She could feel the atmosphere sizzling between them, knew that if she said what was on her mind then she’d be crossing a line, playing the most dangerous of dangerous games. “Try it,” she breathed, her eyes daring him to join her. “Why don’t you lie back and try it now?”“Now?” Damon checked, a dangerous warning glint in his eyes, which she heeded, but it only excited her more.“Now,” Wendy affirmed. “Just lie back.”“Then what?” Damon's impatient voice demanded instruction as,
Absolutely the last person she was expecting to see at this hour as she thought she wouldn't be back from work so early. He was dressed in his inevitable dark suit, but there was a slightly more relaxed stance to him. He held a brown paper bag in one hand and he didn’t look in his usual rush—his usually perfectly knotted tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone. But his dark eyes were shielded with sunglasses making his closed expression even more unreadable if that were possible.“You’ve done a lot of work. I can see.” he said.“It’s getting there.” She nodded. “And if I keep going at full speed, I could still be done with this by early next week.”He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. Just a tiny questioning lift of his eyebrow from behind his dark glasses was enough for Wendy.“I am allowed to take a break,” Wendy retorted.“I didn’t say anything!” he said, but she could see
His mouth brushed her cheek, sweeping along her cheekbone till she could feel his breath warm on the shell of her ear then moving back, back to her waiting lips, slowly, deliberately until only a whisper separated them, till his mouth was so close to hers that she was giddy with expectation, filled with want —deep, burning want, a want that suffused her, a want she had never, even in their most intimate moments, experienced, and he hadn’t even kissed her. Her breath was coming in short, unyielding gasps, his chest so close to hers that if she breathed any deeper their bodies would touch.It was the pregnancy, she thought. Everything seemed to be heightened.She was torn between want and dread, her body longing to arch towards his, her nipples stretching like buds to the sun, his hand still on the wall behind her head, and all she wanted was his touch.As if in answer, his mouth found hers, the weight of his body pushing her do
Damon smiled. "Well, if it makes you feel better, your plan worked out fine"Wendy smiled back and withdrew her hand slowly from his, missing the feeling instantly, "I should go now" she said, trying to unlock her car. "Did you bring your car""Yes, but I will follow you home"Wendy grinned at got into her car, and she could see him through the mirror as she drove home. "---------------“Home!” she said, when they were at her place and both got out of their cars.He didn't leave then, but followed her up.“Should you be climbing the stairs everyday? Now that you are... You know.”She laughed."I'm not paralyzed Damon" she said, "Besides, it's good exercise"They were at her front door now. “I know what I said before, but thank you for coming, Damon. It’s been, er...pleasant. I mean... Having
"You really have to ask? Damon, for the past weeks all we have done is fight. We simply can't stand each other. We can't agree about a single thing, and now you think all that is just going to magically go away because we are having a baby together? Even you have to admit that that's ridiculous ""I honestly don't think it is. I think we can work through things and find a way to make it work""Well I don't" Wendy replied, rolling her eyes, "And you can't just come in here and expect me turn my life around just because you said so. Have you ever considered the fact that I might have my own plan? No you don't. You think that all of your idea is gold and I'm just supposed to agree with whatever you say"Damon didn't want to fight or argue with her, especially not in this room, so he took a deep breath. "Fine. I'm sorry I didn't ask you first. I just wanted to be helpful not piss you off" he said. "What are your plans?"