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I swallow. “Do you really think I’m in danger?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I’d never let you be in danger. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
Even though Damian has been on edge all day, he doesn’t seem that tense over the fact that I am going out tonight. The main cast ofLA Dreamsis set for a scheduled appearance at a very popular nightclub. We’d sign some autographs, take pictures, and stay for a few drinks. Veronica has already planted the idea of wanting to continue the night out after to somewhere more private and exclusive, but we’ll see how drunk I get and more importantly how horny I get. I expect there to be several questions about me and Paxton, but my PR team advised me to ignore them.Just keep smiling. Don’t respond.I haven’t posted my statement yet, and Gabe wants us to try the silent route at first to see what Paxton releases first. Honestly, I don’t care. There is speculation that the arrangement was fake and that I have someone or several someones on the side also, but for the most part, people seem to believe that Paxton cheated on mea lot.
Pictures are starting to surface and faceless Instagram pages are gaining traction of women claiming he’d slept with them. Pictures of him at clubs and on vacations that I knew nothing about were plastered all over every gossip site in the world. Some of them were clearly doctored but some of them look legitimate enough to make me wonder just how long he’d been cheating on me.
“I want you to wear this tonight,” Damian says as he enters my bedroom while I’m still getting ready. I’m wearing a black backless jumpsuit that shows more than a little cleavage that Damian seems to appreciate from the way his eyes devour me. “You’re gorgeous,” he says as he snaps a delicate chain bracelet around my wrist. He hasn’t had me wear the tiny chain that’s actually a tracker in some time. He must still be feeling a little anxious about everything.
“Really?”
“Really.” He gives me a pointed look. “This club is going to get crowded. This isn’t like when you guys go toRush. There’s going to be a lot of people there. There’s already an hour-long wait to get in because people want a chance to meet you. You’re going to be taking pictures and signing autographs and…” he chuckles, “if I was your boyfriend, I could be closer.” He takes a step closer to me and pulls me into his arms. “I could keep you in my lap the whole night, and no one would dare fuck with you.”
“Is that something you want?” I sigh, as his lips trace down my neck and between my breasts. His tongue darts out and traces the same trail. “Oh god,” I moan when I feel my nipple between his teeth. I’m not wearing a bra and when I look down, I see he’s pushed the fabric to the side, exposing my breast, and his lips are wrapped around it. “To go…public?”
“No.” He grunts, letting my breast fall from his mouth as he moves back to his feet. “I know the kind of pressure that puts on you right now, and I know we aren’t ready for that.” He swallows and takes a step back, and I frown because things are getting icy despite the heat that was previously building between my legs. “We’re moving really fast.”
“Maybe because it’s five years of tension finally breaking,” I say, trying my best to argue that it’s not really all that fast.Both of us have been wanting the other this whole time.“I thought you wanted this?”
“I do.” He nods, scratching his beard. “It doesn’t mean we are ready to tell the world.”
“I didn’t say we should.”
He nods. “So, we agree then.” He backs up slowly. “I’m ready to go when you are.”
“Wait.” I don’t miss the longing in my own voice when he stops walking towards the door and turns to look at me. “Why do I feel like we just took a step back?”
He sighs and closes the space between us. “I need to be your bodyguard tonight. I can’t worry about kissing you or touching or fucking you. If it seems like I’m shutting down on you, it’s because I need to be able to do my job, Shay. I have to put that part of me that knows what you feel like out of my head.”
Club Euphoria is such pure chaos from the time we enter that even I’m slightly overwhelmed. Even though we have our own section, fans have flocked to us. They have the entire area surrounded, crowding around the red velvet rope separating us from the rest of the club. Women trying their best to get Derek and Jeremy’s attention for a potential fling and a few minutes of fame. The ones that aren’t, are just taking selfies with their backs to our section to try and get us in the frame.
We signed autographs and took pictures when we first arrived, but it would be mayhem if we tried to now. Damian is in our section with us but he is doing his best to stay out of sight. Yet, I’m hyper-aware of every time he moves. Every time he asks someone to take a step back and returns to his stance, wrists crossed in front of his groin, the heartbeat between my legs intensifies.
He’s so protective and dominant and sexy and it makes my knees weak.
Seated in the booth, I take a long sip of my vodka soda when I feel like I’m being watched. I’m used to having eyes on me, but something about this feels odd. Unnerving.
My eyes dart up to look around the club, but it’s dark. The only lights are the neon ones bouncing along the walls. Pinks and purples and blues swirl around the club in time with the bass of the speakers.
Damian is getting in my head. Everything is fine.
I stand up, trying to catch Damian’s eyes, and I don’t have to look hard because I see him staring at me, his phone in hand, pointing at the screen.
I grab my phone and I see his text as soon as I open it.
Damian: You okay?
I smile thinking about how well he knows me, how well he can read me. I know if I tell him about my moment of slight panic where I felt like someone was watching mehe’dpanic, so I lie.
Me: Yes. Just wish you could dance with me
Damian: You could dance for me
Me: What do you mean?
Damian: Pretend I’m behind you. Touching you. My hands wrapped around your waist as you grind that sexy ass of yours against me.
My mouth drops open and I squeeze my legs together as the carnal urge to run to him so we could do all of those things takes over. I slip my phone back into my purse, glad that I’m starting to feel my drinks and my inhibitions have lowered. My eyes find his and though I know I can’t hold his gaze the whole time without potentially causing questions, I hold them for long enough for him to know that I saw his text and I’m doing this for him. I raise my hands up above my head and bring them down, moving my hips in time with the beat that has slowed down and is now sexy and sensual and the kind of music you want to make love to. I drag my hands down the sides of my body and then up again, grabbing my breasts before running my hands through my hair, as my eyes flutter shut.
