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“Mine’sbetter.Andit’s called aSpawn.”Hepuffed out his chest, making me smirk.
“Spawn,”Iimmediately called on his evil creation.Thescreen spurred to life. “Callthe police and tell themDamonMaxwellis holding me hostage.”
Damonpulled a face. “Nicetry.It’sprogrammed only to call me.”
“Akidnapper’s dream,”Iretorted dryly.
Damondraped his arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek.Itwas impossible to remain aloof when he showered me with physical affection.I’drather hold onto my sulkiness becauseIdidn’t want him to leave.
Itturned outDamonwas right all along.
Yes, saving my company supersededDamon’spsychotic behavior.Butthat wasn’t all.
Nomatter how we got here,Icouldn’t deny the facts of the matter.Therewas no one better suited for me thanDamon.Wewere matched in every way.Ourroutines.Ourwork.Ourpassion.Ourambition.
Hedidn’t annoy me or require me to entertain him with endless chatter.Whatwas more astonishing was the growing restlessness during the short intervals we were apart.Likewhen he left the apartment yesterday to pick up my favorite ice cream,Icouldn’t handle the separation becauseImissed him too much.Ididn’t want a repeat of that emotion.
Whatthe hell was happening to me?
“Whydo you have to leave?”Iasked bitterly, hating myself for the pathetic weakness in my voice.
ItmadeDamonsmile. “Idon’t want to leave,” he explained patiently. “ButParisis awake.Hecalled and wanted to talk in person.”
Myhead whipped in his direction.Damontold me everything that happened withParis. “WhywouldPariswant to see you after what happened?”
“That’swhatI’mgoing to find out.Ialso need to remind him to keep quiet about how he ended up at the hospital.”
Inodded.
IfPariswent to the police about whatDamonorIdid, it wouldn’t bode well for us.Thematter was pressing.Iunderstood whyDamonhad to nip it in the bud, but something was off.
WhywouldPariswant another encounter with the man who beat him to a pulp?
Damonleaned over to kiss me with such absolution thatIforgot to care about my apprehensions.Myfingers were trembling over his chest by the time he let go with a “Later,Ambani.”
Reluctantly, he grabbed his keys and disappeared through the bedroom door.
Fifteenminutes later,Iwas bored out of my mind, the same emotion from yesterday returning in ten-folds.Ihated these newfound emotions.
Igave in with an embarrassing ease. “Spawn,”Ispat through my lips. “CallDamon.”
Thedevice came to life, but nothing happened.Whatthe hell?Ididn’t call the police this time and thoughtDamon’sphone number had already been programmed.
Afterconsidering it for a moment,Itried again. “Spawn, call husband.”
Irolled my eyes when the device came to life, announcing, “Callingyour husband.”
“Figures,”Imuttered.
Damonpicked up by the end of the first ring. “Missme already?”
“Isthat how you answer all your calls?”
Helaughed.
“Areyou at the hospital?”
“Yeah.Ijust parked.Walkingnow.”
