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Iknew he was taunting me, butIdidn’t argue.Iwas lucky that somethingIsaid charmed him enough to bypass this little blunder.Damonwas significantly bigger than me and could make me pay in more ways than one.
Heguided me out of the bedroom.Aspark of hope returned before realizing there was a lock pad between the rooms that could only be opened withDamon’sthumbprint.
Withmy face placid,Isaid, “I’mguessing you own the penthouse in this building.”
Henodded, leading me through a formal dining room with a twelve-person dining table and into the massive living room.Therewas no need to turn on the lights.Thesunlight streaming through the large windows was enough.Theglass displayed an even better view of the park.Ibet you could see the seediest parts ofCentralParkat night from here.Ialso bet those windows were suitable for an alternate escape in case of a fire.Aledge was visible from here.Ihad to find a way to free myself of the cuff, shatter the glass, and climb the ledge.Jumpingonto the balcony of the person living underDamonwould be the biggest challenge.
“Howlong have you lived here?”IaskedDamonto distract him from noticing my inspection.
“Longenough to know those windows are bulletproof, weatherproof, furniture-proof, and definitelyPoppy-proof.Theyare unbreakable, so don’t bother.”
Heglanced at me knowingly, challenging me to denyIdidn’t scope out every item in the vicinity.Weremained in a staring contest untilDamondragged me to the kitchen.
Damonsat at the breakfast table, pulling me onto his lap.Domebasting covers were on numerous dishes on the table, though there was only one place setting.Damoncouldn’t have cooked all this.Hehad been in the bedroom with me all morning, another reasonIneeded to leave.Thenutjob took away my contraceptives, andIneeded to get my hands onPlanBbefore it was too late.TheGHBDamonslipped me had a similar effect as ecstasy, and given my vague recollection of last night,Ilost count of how many times we had sex.
IfDamonhad watched me for years, he knew my protective instincts and loyalty wouldn’t let me make a different choice in terms of a baby.Excepthe was wrong in assuming it’d stop me from leaving him.I’dnever stop fighting for my freedom.Ididn’t do well in captivity.
Damonuncovered the dishes one by one.AnEnglishbreakfast of baked beans with scrambled eggs and croissants that were toasted until nearly burnt.Ipresumed those two were for me.Therewas also a bowl with fruits and yogurt and a plate of omelets with toast (unburnt, gross).Iguess that was whatDamonate, and the dishes were a compilation of our staples.
Mystomach growled, but whenDamonbrought a forkful of dry eggs to my lips, they didn’t part.
“Thereare no drugs in the food,” he announced, dissecting my hesitation.
Mylips remained sealed.Thelast timeItrustedDamon,Iended up married.Excuseme for being skeptical.
Damonrolled his eyes and took a bite of the food. “See?”
“Thatproves nothing.You’reimmune toGHB.”
“I’mnot immune.Traceamounts don’t affect me.That’sall.”
Inodded at the food, indicating for him to eat more.
“Seriously?”
Istared at the meal longingly.Itlooked perfect down to the last detail.Themoisture from the eggs was sucked dry by leaving them on the stove for a tad too long.Eventhe food was served on black plates.
Witha heavy sigh,Damontook a few more bites.Hisface scrunched up with distaste, and a part of me wanted him to keep going, taking pleasure in his pain.Whenhe cleared half the plate and held a forkful to my lips,Itook my first bite.Hefed me until the plate was cleared before moving on to his.
Iwatched him eat, enjoying the momentary silence.Hecaught me in the act and moved some of the hair out of my face.
“Whatis it?” he asked, knowingIhad a question at the tip of my tongue.Imight be plottingDamon’sdeath, butIcouldn’t deny how nice it was never to have to express my thoughts.Damonlived inside my head, rendering conversations pointless.Asa result,Damonwas the only person who didn’t annoy me.Ironically, it was because he was a madman who stalked me for years.
“Youwatched me for years but never came near me.Whatmade you reach out toRoseand come to that party to finally meet me?”
Hereached around to finger the tattoos on the back of my neck. “Isaw how you dealt with the worst days of your life for years.Allexcept for one.Ifinally found out how you coped on your mother’s anniversary.”
ChapterThirty-One
DAMON
Thebuilding wason a respectable street on theUpperEastSide.Thehallways were clean and modern.Icaught a whiff of pine wood mixed with a leftoverChristmassmell asIapproached the apartment door.
ElijahDankworth.
9B.
Ihad been waiting for this piece of shit for a while.Heleft the country years ago for a job opportunity.Ihad to offer a ton of money to coax him back and accept a position at my company instead.
