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Damon and I spend a lot of time talking. And the more he tells me about his home life, the more I want to fly back and put his family in the fucking ground. He told me about his stepfather making him pay him back for his tuition but won’t let him take over his payments. It sounds a little fishy to me, so I have Quin looking into it. It sounds like serious financial abuse, but I won’t say anything until Quin tells me if my assumptions are correct.
We only have a week left, so I want to plan things for us to do. With it being a Friday night, I figure we can go to Vegas, do some gambling, maybe go to a club. I know Damon has been to clubs before—he told me his stepbrother makes him go so he can order him about and humiliate him.
God, Damon has gone through a lot of shit. A weaker man would have folded by now. He’s so strong. He didn’t let what he’s going through break him. He’s still such a sweet man.
After I left the group home, I floated around, getting into trouble and fights, almost landing myself in jail more than once. I got lucky the night I met Savage.
Well, not lucky. I could have died. I was on a collision course with destruction, saying fuck the world and everyone in it. But that night, as Savage stepped out of his car to walk into a nightclub, I saw a man behind him reach into his jacket. I didn’t think—I just acted. I tackled the man to the ground, pummeling him until Quin and Savage’s other bodyguard, Ted, pulled me off his would-be assassin. The gun that was in his coat pocket was stripped immediately and the man was dragged away.
I was thrown into the back of the limo Savage stepped out of and thought I was going to die. It’s scary to remember that I didn’t care. Everyone knew who Joseph Benavelli the third was, so I thought I did something wrong. But no. I didn’t see it for months after that first night, but Savage smiled at me. This was before he was scarred, when the Russians were trying at every turn to kill him. He told me I did well and offered me money as a reward for saving his life. I didn’t expect to open my mouth and ask for a job. I also didn’t expect him to agree. His father’s primary bodyguard had just been killed, so he told his father he found his replacement.
The rest was history.
Damon isn’t like me. He doesn’t have a big body and strength to fall back on. All he has is his inner strength. And that has kept him alive so I could find him. I’ll protect him from now on.
God, I am falling in love with him.
Only a week and I know this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve never met someone so different than me but sharing a similar past. Because of that, I know I can protect him. I can be the man that saves him if he lets me. I can take him away from his fucked-up life and give him more. I can give him everything. I want to give him the world. I just have to convince him to let me.
I’m waiting outside baby Velli Corp to pick him up, not able to keep the smile off my face, thinking about seeing him again. It’s like every day, I feel giddy seeing his face.
When he steps out of the door, glancing around with the sun reflected off his glasses, I swear I’ve never seen a man so fucking beautiful. Everything about him screams that he’s mine.
Hopping out of the car, I stalk over to him and watch the smile light up his face. Not giving a fuck who’s looking, I wrap him in my arms and spin him around.
His carefree laugh is like a balm to my soul and I kiss his cheeks. “I missed you today,” I mutter against his neck. “How do you smell like heaven after a long day of work?”
“Do I?” he asks as I set him back on his feet. “I used your cologne. I wanted to smell like you today.” He blushes and I grin down at him. Could he be more perfect?
Grabbing his hand, I lead him back to the car, opening the door for him to slide in. When I lean in to put on his seatbelt, he kisses me soundly. Cupping the back of his head, I slip him my tongue and kiss him right back.
He sighs in my mouth, then sits back in the seat. “I’ll never get tired of that.”
Me either. I shut the door and jog around to the front, sliding behind the wheel. “You want to go to Vegas tonight?”
“Vegas? To do what?”
I look at him with a confused look. “What do you mean? To gamble? Maybe go dancing?”
Honestly, I thought he would shrink in on himself when I said we could go dancing, but Damon turns to me quickly, a big grin on his face. “Yes! Yes! Let’s do it. I’ve only ever danced with Abel the one time we went out. It’ll be fun.”
The way his face is lit up, man. This man is my dream. If something as simple as me taking him dancing makes him this happy, I can only imagine how he’d feel if I were to tell him all I want to do for him.
“We can pack a bag and stay in a suite this weekend. See some sights in the morning. Vegas is an hour away, so that would make sense.”
“I’d love that,” he says, kissing me on the cheek before I point us in the direction of the apartment.
It takes us no time to get packed and ready to go to Vegas. While we’re driving, Damon takes his hair out, saying he wants to have it in a ponytail tonight. Seeing all his lush hair makes me think of the one time he had it out when he sucked my dick. I reach over and thread my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth to mine while I keep my eyes on the road.
Damon moans, his tongue dancing with mine. He sucks on my bottom lip, taking it into his mouth and I take a second to close my eyes, absorbing the feeling. I open them quickly to make sure we stay on the road. There aren’t many cars out, but his safety is important to me.
This man of mine seems to be pushing that shell he was in the fuck out of his way, because instead of him sitting back in his seat, he lowers his head to mouth at my cock over my pants. “Damon!” I almost shout, stunned by his actions.
He moves back quickly, face red and his head down. “I’m sorry.”
“Baby, no. Listen.” I grab his hand and pull him back over. “I told you before, you can do whatever you want to me. I was surprised, that’s all. Don’t feel bad about taking what you want from me. I love it all. Especially what you were just doing.”
His expression turns a little dirty and I know I have him back, out of his head. “Will you be able to keep your eyes on the road?”
