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I head to the shower and picture her with me now. I fist my cock as her soft green eyes stare at me with longing. Her curly hair bunched between my fingers as I slide inside her tempting body. I already know what she tastes like, and I can only imagine the pleasure fucking a woman like her would bring.

Her face swims before my eyes until it is replaced by a similar one. They merge as one as I fuck my grief into the drain and as I come hard, I’m not certain which angel was responsible.

CHAPTER 18

MELISSA

Even though I’m excited, I’m also nervous because dates are one thing, but heading off on vacation, even for just a couple of days, will be a test I’m not sure I’m ready for.

It’s been the most difficult year of my life because when dad shot himself, it also blew apart my perfect world.

I never understood the intricacies of human nature’s behavior. The way a perfect life can be riddled with insecurities and problems.

I thought we were living the dream. At least some of us were, and it hurts me so deeply knowing my father was living with nightmares instead.

I often wonder what ran through his mind in the moments before he pulled the trigger. Did he consider our feelings or was he too far gone to care?

Surely, we could have worked it out. Money shouldn’t mean more than a man’s life, and when he uploaded that bullet into his brain, he may as well have taken us all with him.

Mom is destroyed, broken even, but is trying so hard to maintain an appearance of normality. Is it for us, her children, or because it’s what she has been trained to do?

Are Troy and Harrison emotionless bastards as a result of trying to clear up dad’s mess and is my pursuit of wild adventure a rebellion against a world that caused the death of my family?

I suppose I should just book myself a room next to moms because I’m guessing the experts would have something to say about my mental state but instead, I snap shut my suitcase and head downstairs, hoping Apollo doesn’t expect me to balance it on his motorbike.

Mrs. Carlton heads out of the kitchen as I attempt to slip away and the concern in her eyes touches me deeply.

Through it all, she has been the constant in our lives. The only piece of normality we have, and I smile. “I’m heading to the villa in Barbados for a few days. Troy knows.”

“That’s a good idea, Miss. Remington.”

She smiles. “You deserve a break, love.”

“Thanks.” I reach out and hug her and as she holds me tenderly, it brings tears to my eyes that I battle so hard to keep in check most of the time. Mrs. Carlton is like family, despite her position in this household. The grandmother I wish I had, not the cold, unfeeling, socialite who spends most of her days in the retirement village in The Hamptons. We head over there once a month to check on her, but she is always so busy we are merely an irritant that she needs to endure between Bridge games.

Mrs. Carlton is the genuine article and as I pull back, I smile. “Maybe you should take it easy too and spend some time with your sister. How is she, by the way?”

Mrs. Carlton’s sister lives not far from here and I know they are close, and she smiles. “Good thanks and yes, I may take you up on that offer.”

She glances at my case. “Do you need a ride to the airport?”

“No.” I take a deep breath. “I’ve got one, thanks.”

She raises her eyes and I know I must blush because there’s a twinkle in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Just a friend, Mrs. Carlton.” I grin and she nods.

“Of course. A good one, I hope.”

“Potentially.” I wink as I reach for my case.

“I hope so, anyway.”

As I head to the door, I wonder what expression would replace the one she is wearing now if she saw my ‘friend’. I’m guessing none of my real friends would believe it either. Apollo is my guilty pleasure, and I am keeping him to myself for as long as possible because one thing’s for sure, if my brothers took one look at him, it would be my last.

CHAPTER 19

APOLLO

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