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For now, I revel in the unknown, in complete ignorance.
“Hey,” I answer Damon’s call. I close my eyes, waiting to hear the sexy sound of his voice, but instead, a strange voice snaps me out of it.
“Miss, it’s Joey, Damon’s driver. He’s had a rough evening. I’m taking the liberty... of taking you to him should you wish.”
I don’t need a second to think about it. I give him Gia’s address and stay in my light jeans and cashmere sweater.
Despite her speech, Gia wasn’t in agreement with me spending so much time with Damon. If she didn’t think I should stay with Harv, that didn’t mean I should go to Damon.
I’m a ball of nerves as Joey drives me to Damon. Will he be mad that I came over uninvited? Will he tell me who the woman he left with today is?
So much is at stake for me here. Not only am I ruining everything Harv and I shared for the sake of being in Damon’s arms, but my heart is first and foremost on the line too.
Most importantly, what will happen to my job if this doesn’t work out?
I actuallylovemy job. I love what I do. And the thought of having to leave it is depressing.
Joey lets me inside Damon’s home a little while later and tells me that he’ll be outside if I need his assistance. I saunter to the living room, where I find Damon, drinking from a bottle of liquor, his elbow leaning on the fireplace.
My gaze is fixated on his profile; even then, he seems lost. He’s holding on to something, a picture maybe, before he shoves it into an envelope and into the back pocket of his jeans.
“Why are youhere?” He’s drunk, and when he faces me, I’m shocked by the anger burning his pupils.
I should tread carefully. He’ll use this as a marvelous excuse to push me away. But I need answers. I can’t keep sleeping here and then Gia’s and sometimes home.
I need to figure out my next move, with Damon and with Harvey.
And most of all with myself and my life.
“The woman today... is it her? Is she why you’re like this?” I sit on the couch, my purse landing near my feet.
He chuckles the way you’d imagine the devil would. “You ask too many questions; you want to knowtoo much. And”—he points a finger at me menacingly—“you want more.” He takes a swig of alcohol before roaming his hand through his hair.
“Come here,” I urge him.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because... then I’ll kiss you, and when I do, I forget everything.” There’s a crack in his voice; the sound is enough to snap a piece of my own heart. I want to help this man, heal with him, push away his demons.
My legs move to him before my brain registers my movements.
“No . . . no more, Gemma. Wecan’t.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have come; maybe he’s too drunk. I knew he’d push me away. When I reach for him, he pulls on my neck with one hand, the bottle of liquor swinging in the other.
And then he kisses me. Rocking my insides with a kind of love and lust that I’ve nevereverfelt in my life before.
Pain and sorrow consume him, our kiss. His tongue lightly moves against mine, heating me up. Nerves fly like floating candles in the pit of my stomach, and they’re not from the kiss.
Drunk or not. Last night was goodbye.
Damon doesn’t want me. He won’t fight for me.
He groans into my mouth and pulls away.
“What . . . ever . . . thiswas, it’s done. I’m officially just your boss.”
