AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Why is life so complicated?
I’m tired of fighting, of pushing, of the arguments. I just want Damon and me to be good. And for Harvey to be happy. That’s all.
To make it worse, Damon looks dashing, leaning on his car with his tie loosened and his body wrapped in a black tuxedo. He gestures for Joey to leave, walking to my driveway with a bag in hand.
We don’t say a word.
I unlock the door, and we step inside, where he drops his bag with a loud thud.
“You still love him.” A statement, nothing more, nothing less. Maybe he needs the reassurance too. Maybe Damon will keep asking until he realizes I no longer love Harvey.
Not in a way that sustains a good relationship.
“I do. I did. But then I met you.” I remove my sneakers, ready to head upstairs and hide my purse with the diary inside.
“What did he do?”
“Nothing I don’t deserve.”
“I swear to God, Gemma, stop talking about yourself like that. Now tell me why you ran to him?”
I feel him fuming behind me when we finally reach my room, where I tuck my purse in the wardrobe, hoping he doesn’t find it weird.
He seems too focused on our argument to notice.
“You know what pisses me off?” He drapes his tuxedo jacket over my bed, unbuttoning his white dress shirt. “You ask me to give her up when you can’t even give him up.”
I pull the sweater over my head and remove my leggings, staying in underwear and finding a long, white Harry Potter tee to wear.
This is why we always end up messing around instead of talking. He’s too beautiful for his own good. He’s a few feet away, his jaw locked tight, his eyes ready for war, his hands removing his shirt, leaving him shirtless and hard in black slacks.
“He texted me, sounding drunk and really off. I went to make sure he was okay.”
“And. Was. He?” Annoyance radiates off his tongue, like it’s killing part of himself to ask this question.
I nod. “He was fucking Claire, so I’d say he was.”
His eyes widen, and he walks to me, tilting my chin up when he reaches me. “I never thought I’d say this, considering, but he’s pure heroin for you, Gemma. He’ll destroy you.”
I shake my head. “Nothing could destroy me more than you.”
His hands clasp around my neck, and he stares me dead in the eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything my entire life.” Sincerity pours out of my every word, because I mean every vowel and every vow that I make to this man. “I couldn’t bear it, though, if he killed himself because of me.”
One of his hands squeezes my neck, his nod letting me know that he understands, that he’s here for me. Our foreheads lean forward, touching, while we bask in this silence.
“I hate not having control over this,” he says when we part, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “But you’re worth the risk. You’re worth the risk.” He repeats it more so to himself.
He changes into sweatpants, and we end up making nachos in the kitchen, both starving. Damon wraps his arms around me, and the warmth from his bare chest radiates all over me. I can’t get the picture of him in a tux, leaning against his car, out of my mind.
The angry look he sported made him look even hotter.
“You saw them fucking?” He turns me to face him, and I nod. “And ...”
I shrug. “I was angry. Because he could get it up with her, you know?” I admire the man in front of me, his dark eyes pouring sympathy into mine, and I can’t help but wonder if he knew his ex was a cheater just like me.
“I have a question for you. You said that you wanted to marry Palmer, but—”
