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How did this happen? How did I go from willing to do anything to be pleasured by him to wanting tohurthim the same way his words wound me?
“I do ask for more—withyou. And yet you push me away all the time! So, by your standards, I should completely push you away, right? Never speak to you again?”
“Gemma.” He shakes his head, concern overtaking his pupils.
“No, stop, Damon! You keep contradicting yourself. I have no clue how you feel about me. If I’m just a fuck toy you’ll get sick of in a couple months ...”
An elderly lady leaves the restroom, her eyes bulging out at my words.
Damon arches his brow, his physical stance begging her to say something to me, eager for an opportunity to snap at someone else.
When she’s gone, he looks around us before placing his arm over my head, his body shielding us from the public eye. An expression I can’t gauge crosses his eyes, but it’s gone before I can blink.
“You’remorethan that. You know it.” He ensures we’re alone again, then he gives me a peck on the lips, the cheek. “Do you think I want this?” His finger skirts the edges of my jaw. “Don’t you think it would be so much easier to go out and fuck someone else?” I cringe at his visual, but that doesn’t deter him. “I fuckingwishit were that easy, but it’s not. It wouldn’t change a thing.”
My throat is clogged with bile and emotions. I try to clear it so I can speak. “What are you saying, exactly?”
“Ball’s in your court, Gemma. I won’t drown myself if I think even for asecondthat you still belong to him.”
“How could you think that? I’m here chasing you, thinking of you,throwing myself at you. I basically bared it all for you yesterday, and you just—”
“You were drunk and horny. Doesn’t count, and it doesn’t mean anything unless you can let him go first.”
I grab his face with my hands, removing my back from the wall. “I’ve already let him go. I’m ready to move on. For myself, forus. I’m moving back home while my dad’s in Seattle.”
He freezes, shocked, and I take this opportunity to weave my fingers through his hair.
“Seriously?”
I nod, massaging the nape of his neck.
“So you’re done with him?”
I swallow. “Yeah.”
He says nothing. Instead, he takes out his cell from the back pocket of his suit.
“Julia’s waiting at the entrance outside.”
I don’t know how to handle a man like Damon.
He’s hot and cold, nice and mean, vulnerable and stoic. I can never predict which version of the man will greet me.
After a long day, I take a relaxing bath before lying on the bed, tucking myself underneath the white covers.
Harv and I haven’t spoken since I left. While I wonder if he’s with her, a part of me doesn’t seem to care.
I know how much harder it’s all going to be when I tell him we must move on. I can’t shake off the puppy look he might give me or the desperate pleas he might send my way when I tell him I’m moving out.
Or who knows? Maybe he’ll be so mad at me it’ll make it easier for him to let me go.
I grab my phone and dial Henrik’s number.
“What’s up, pretty lady?”
I smile. “I’m in New York for work. How are you?”
“Oh, you know?” He chuckles. “I’m high.”
