I can't take any more of this.I'm sitting on the plush black velvet sofa and chewing my thumbnail. I'm so tense; Damien's taking forever to get here. When Hans said he'd be 'arriving shortly', I didn't think I would have to wait for two hours.We have to resolve this issue once and for all.It's clear that he isn't planning on staying with me. In fact, I think he used that to bait me. I'm not an idiot, and I detest the fact that it took me this long to figure it out. Thinking about it now, all he wants is to have me someplace he can watch, to make sure I don't get close to my 'ex'. Either that or he has more sinister reasons.It made no sense for him to want to move in with me. Absolutely none. I still think he's in love with Yara, but Damien Keller isn't the kind of man to let emotions rule him. He enjoys our sex, maybe that's that. His fascination with keeping me 'safe' or rather, away from Devon, could be because he doesn't want a woman with multiple partners.There's so much that
Devon's sitting on the couch and smoking a cigarette.He regrets letting Amelia go. He can't stop thinking about it. He should've followed his instincts and shot that driver fuck in the head. He'd deal with the consequences later, but at least she'd be out of immediate danger. Instead, he let her go. Now, he's here ruminating and wishing he had done things differently. What made him go to the room like a little bitch was the way she looked at him. It cut him in fucking half. She doesn't trust him anymore, that much is evident, but can he blame her? He fucked up, a lot of times. She has every right to treat him this way. This time, it's different, though. He really means well. He wants to help her. He changed his mind practically overnight. What he made her go through was wrong, and to make matters worse he encouraged her to use sex to get that information.He won't forgive himself for that.He's going to find a way to get her out. He's already found a way into Elizabeth Jade's life,
I hook my leg over Damien's hip. Our sex was mind-blowing once again. He rocked my fucking world. I don't think I've ever enjoyed sex, not like this. It was almost always disappointing in the past, and not at all worth the effort. With Damien, I have no regrets. As a matter of fact, I want more. I can't get enough of it.He's smoking a cigarette. He always does after we have sex. It's the most relaxing shit ever. He passes it to me and I take a drag. We share the cigarette until it's finished, and he crushes it against the nightstand. We're staring at each other now, and I've never felt this comfortable under a man's scrutiny. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that when I'm with him, I forget my insecurities, and I don't know if it's because I'm literally a different person with him or if it's because he makes me feel secure and comfortable in my own skin."I want to ask you something," I say.He caresses my thigh. He doesn't hesitate, which is a good thing. Right? "Go ahead."I hav
He didn't spend the night.As soon as we got out of the shower—no, we didn't have sex, but he left me wanting more even though I was spent—he got dressed and left. I didn't ask any questions and he didn't offer any explanation. I didn't feel as humiliated as I thought I would. At least he's the one leaving. It'd be a hundred times worse if he kicked me out every time we had sex.Besides, it's better this way.I still don't feel comfortable here, because I'm paranoid about hidden cameras. So, I'll make sure not to talk on the phone unless it's necessary. I'll step out if I have to take a phone call. I carry my bags to the room and hang everything I don't want wrinkled. It's two in the morning, but I don't feel like sleeping. That shower was invigorating. I was sleepy one minute and spirited the next. It's like I had caffeine. I don't know how he does it. His touch is literally magical.It'll be deadly when he wraps it around your throat.The most complicated part is that I personally d
Elizabeth crosses her arms across her chest.I think of taking a step back and closing the door, acting as if nothing happened, but something much stronger than me stops me. I look from her to Damien, and he's watching me with a blank expression. How does he feel about me interrupting them?What's she even doing here? They broke up. The silence is awkward as fuck. No one says anything, not even Damien. I was sure about staying, but now I'm not so sure. I look at Damien again, and he's watching me intensely. Does he want me to leave, but doesn't want to say it in front of her? I clear my throat and say, "I'm sorry, Mr. Keller, I didn't know you were busy." I don't think calling him by his first name in front of her is wise. Who knows? Maybe he's going to take her back, and I don't want to be that woman.Although, the thought of them getting back together bothers me. The feeling isn't as black as it should be, but it's tinted. I won't deny it."You should've left a minute ago," Elizabe
All I can do is stare at this credit card, this small rectangular piece of plastic that's like a slap to my face. It's offensive. No, it's much worse than that.He gave me money.That's not what's bothering me most, though. It's what this card represents. His intention was to give me the card so I can use it whenever I feel like it, but there's no way I'm going to do that. Again, that isn't the point. It's that he wouldn't give this privilege to just anyone, because it is a privilege. That's exactly what it is. Who wouldn't want to have limitless access to a rich man's bank account? Anyone would kill for this opportunity.He gave me this privilege, and I'm here to destroy him.I'm his enemy, and he isn't aware of that yet. He's giving me access to his wealth, or rather, a part of it. He gave me permission to do whatever I want with it, with his money. If this doesn't translate to 'trust', then I don't know what does. He trusts me, enough to give me this card, to let me be his psychic
I blink several times as I try to think of something to say.He grins and the corners of his eyes crinkle. In all honesty, I can't tell how old he is. He could be 35 or 60. His wife is in her mid-50s, so he can't be that much younger than her, or that much older. It's hard to tell. I'm still trying to get over the shock of my realization. It's like I had an epiphany."How do you do, Mr. Gallagher?" I finally ask with a smile on my lips. I'm breathless, but I'm trying not to show it. "I've heard so much about you."I squeeze Damien's hand, asking for reassurance. Did I say the right thing? He didn't prepare me for this, at all. He only said I'd meet him, but I guess I should've anticipated this. Of course I would have to talk to him."Only good things, I hope." He says that with a small chuckle, but there's a trace of nervousness there. I think Damien notices it, too. He squeezes my hand back. "Of course," I say, forcing a smile. Should I say something else? His wife is eyeing my dres
At any second now, Devon will get up from this fucking table and leave.Elizabeth's been crying for the last two hours. Her lids are the size of bagels, and if she keeps this up she'll look like she's been punched in the fucking face. She might even get him fucking arrested for that. People will think he knocked her out cold. It doesn't help that her mascara is smudged. She looks horrid, absolutely terrible.She sniffles and wipes her eyes with a soft, scented tissue for the hundredth time this afternoon. "I'm sorry, it's just you should've seen the way he kicked me out. I've never felt so degraded in all my life. We were engaged for eight years! He owes me more respect."No, Devon thinks. He doesnt. "I can't begin to imagine how you felt. He's a real dick, this ex of yours." Can she get to the point? He had high expectations for this lunch, and she's fucking them all up with her incessant sobbing. This isn't as easy as he thought it'd be. He glances at his watch. He's been here for t