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“You really think after that stunt he pulled that I’m going to let you sleep alone in the apartment? Not a chance.”
“I don’t feel good and I want to go home, Damian.” And it was true, I was so exhausted, and run down, and I just didn’t have the energy to run around in circles with him today. The adrenaline that had coursed through my body when I wasn’t sure if Potato was safe had just wrecked my insides. I felt like a weak quivering, pile of goo. I needed to lie down and rest.
“I’ll have your things brought over this evening.” He went back to typing.
“So you’re just holding me captive?” I huffed. Potato was getting restless in my arms. “What about Potato? His litter box, his food.”
“I have all that set up from the last time you were here.” He kept typing.
I fidgeted, searching for a rebuttal. “Fine, I’ll call a cab then.”
His eyes flicked up. “You will do no such thing.”
“Maybe I will. I threatened.”
“You’re tired. You’ve had an exciting evening.” He came to stand in front of me and spoke softly. His gaze poured over me tenderly.
“Damian, I just want to go home.” I pleaded. I just needed the comfort of my own bed, especially when I wasn’t feeling well.
“I’ll take you upstairs.” He scooped me up, and I still had Potato in my arms, and Damian carried the two of us upstairs to his bedroom. He deposited me onto the bed.
“Make yourself at home.”
“Great.” I nodded weakly.
“I’ll be up in an hour or so. I’m going to finish up some work, and then we’ll Netflix and chill.” He ran his thumb over my lip, and it sent a shiver up my spine. “How does that sound, hmmm?”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
It sounded good, actually. Maybe being curled up in Damian’s arms watching old movies was better than being home alone in my bed. I shivered, thinking about the way the door had been broken in. I couldn’t help admitting to myself that maybe I was glad to be staying somewhere other than my apartment.
While Damian wrapped up work, I showered, and dug through his drawers and pulled out a T-shirt identical to the one I had found myself in last time I was here. When he finally came upstairs, his lips twitched as he gleamed at me, curled up in his bed. He went into his closet and came out barefoot in one of his white T-shirts and a pair of gray sweats. I couldn't help but notice the perfect outline of his manhood from where I was sitting. I felt butterflies spin in my stomach at the sight of him. He looked so sexy when he was in casual attire. Not that he didn’t look sexy in his crisp suits, he always made me catch my breath. But something about seeing him relaxed and a little undone really put me over the edge. His brown salt and pepper hair was slightly tousled from pulling the shirt over his head.
He climbed onto the bed and pulled me up to him, wrapping his arms around me. I settled into the warmth of his body, feeling perfectly at home.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad to stay with him after all, I decided.
“What did Mike do?” I leaned back and looked up at him.
Damian sighed. “Don’t worry about it, love.”
I sat up. “I am worried about it, Damian. That’s why I’m asking.” I snapped.
“Let’s just say I would be surprised if he bothers you anymore.”
My heart dropped into my stomach. “He didn’t– kill him, did he?” I stuttered out.
Damian broke out into a boisterous laugh and stroked my hair, chuckling. “You think I had him killed?” He looked amused. “Don’t tempt me.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “No, we didn’t kill him. Mike just sent him a message. A very clear message.”
“I don’t like that.” I shivered.
“Well, I don’t like how aggressive he’s gotten. How about that?”
I nodded. I didn’t like it either. Actually, the more I thought about it, the more it had slowly creeped up, like I was getting desensitized to the whole thing. The more he had done, the more I’d tolerated.
“How are you feeling? Still sick?” Damian questioned softly.
“I don’t know, I feel blah. But actually I’m really hungry now. I didn’t eat much earlier.”
