Page 15 of Damon

Torn between two dresses, I went for the one with the shortest skirt, showing off my long legs. I had an adequately average ass with a decent set of breasts, but I was especially proud of my legs. I hit the gym on a regular basis to keep my body toned. Nothing crazy. No body building or excessive weights. Just enough to keep active. Otherwise, I would be on the couch all the time while job surfing online. My grandmother had always warned me to stay active or I would regret it in the future.

As I ventured from my apartment building, I paused to glance up and down the street. Part of me expected to find Damon lurking. There was nobody aside from one of my neighbors getting out of a rideshare car.

Getting into my own car, I continued to watch the mirrors as I drove. Like I expected to be followed. I didn’t know if Damon was the type of guy to stalk a woman around town. Although I didn’t see why I would be that important. He must have a dozen other things to do on a daily basis.

I arrived at the small bungalow Dillon shared with a roommate. I assumed his roommate was out for the night since that’s when he usually contacted me. The front door opened as I approached. Dillon stood there wearing a brilliant smile, leaning casually in the doorway.

“Damn, you always look so good.” He stepped back to allow me to enter the house, closing the door behind me.

“Oh you know, I just rolled out of bed this way,” I laughed, suddenly feeling like I shouldn’t be there. Screw that. I had every right to be here.

“Kyle is out for the night. We have the place to ourselves.” Dillon wasted no time sliding an arm around me, pulling me against him.

His cologne clouded me with an artificial sporty aroma. Something I would normally not think twice about. Now it made me think about that natural woodsy scent of Damon. The way it had surrounded me in the forest. Working its way inside me.

Needing to shove Damon out of my head, I slid an arm around Dillon’s neck and kissed him. Pressing my lips to his with enthusiasm. As he kissed me back, he steered me over to the couch, pulling me down on his lap.

Dillon’s hands were all over me. Running up and down my body. Cupping my breasts. I tried to focus on our kiss. On the way it felt to be on top of him. Usually I would be into this. Ready to enjoy myself and enjoy him. Something felt different.

Maybe I’d simply grown bored of Dillon. We didn’t see each other all that often, but I didn’t usually see the same guy several times. They rarely held my interest for long and often proved to have no real personality.

My college days had recently ended with graduation. The buffet of men had dried up. My party girl days were over. Perhaps that’s what I was feeling now. The need to move on from this behavior. To focus on my future instead.

As Dillon’s lips moved down my neck, I found myself staring over his shoulder at a scratch in the drywall behind the couch. What was I even doing here? This wasn’t what I really wanted, was it?

I began searching for a way to get out of this. An excuse to leave. I never got the chance to form one.

The front door burst open, slamming against the wall. We both jumped, startled by the loud bang. Damon Price stood in the threshold, his expression one of absolute venom.

Dillon recovered first. “Who the hell are you?”

Without acknowledging him, Damon strode across the room and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me off Dillon’s lap. Shocked at his sudden appearance, my instinct was to pull away. He held too tight for me to break free.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, glancing nervously between both men.

Dillon shot off the couch, doing his best to seem intimidating. Next to Damon he failed miserably.

“Let go of her.” Dillon took a step forward, like he might actually do something.

He didn’t get far before Damon pulled a gun, pointing it at his face. “Let’s get one thing straight. You will forget you even know Athena. You will never contact her again. If you see her on the street, you cross to the other side. Is that clear?”

Raising both hands, Dillon jerked back, almost falling onto the couch. “Holy shit, man. Calm down. Whatever you say.”

Without another word, Damon pulled me with him out the door, slamming it shut behind us. Trying to keep up as he pulled me down the front walk, I wondered how the hell he’d known where I was.

“Did you follow me here?” I demanded as we reached my car.

Damon jerked open the passenger door and shoved me inside. Holding his hand out, he said, “Keys. Now.”

Grudgingly, I handed over my car keys. I stared straight ahead as he got in on the driver’s side. His Escalade was parked in front of my car. He must have followed me.

“I thought we were pretty clear on our arrangement. As long as you owe me, you are mine. And mine alone.” Damon neglected to answer my question, leaving me to wonder how he’d found me.

He made a quick call to Noah, asking him to come pick up his Escalade. Then he started my car and pulled away from the curb. While I sat there fuming, he drove along like nothing had happened. How could I possibly have been thinking about him while I was with Dillon? This guy was an absolute maniac.

And he was turning my life upside down.

CHAPTER NINE