you a few hours to think about it.”
He really was a bastard. He knew there wasn’t much to think about. Either I fuck him on command or my parents rot in prison.
I stood silently as I watched him head for the door. “I’m staying at The Embassy, room 500. I’ll expect you at exactly six o’clock. If you’re a second late, your parents will be getting arrested at precisely six-ten. We clear?”
I nodded like a simpleton and I stayed silent as he shut the door behind him.
I ignored the ringing phone. If it’s important, whoever’s calling will leave a message. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already a little past four.
Hours to think about it, my ass.
Not that there was a whole lot to think about. I couldn’t let my parents go to prison. I wish I could let them. I wanted to be able to walk away from this and let them reap what they sewed, but Damien was offering a way to save my parents without losing everything I worked so hard for.
I’d just have to push my dignity and self-respect aside for six months.
Chapter 8
Being a functioning psychopath as a real thing.
Damien~
I’m not going to lie; I spent the last two hours since I left Fiona feeling like my skin was trying to crawl off my body. I’d like to say I wasn’t a big enough bastard to send her parents to jail, but I was. If I was going to spend the rest of my life drowning in misery, then so the fuck was she.
It had taken strength I didn’t know I possessed to keep from flipping up the skirt she was wearing earlier and just take her on top of her desk. Her beauty had always rendered me stupid, but Fiona as a grown woman was proof that God and The Devil existed. Fiona had a face created by God and a body created by The Devil. Add that to her personality and…well, it made her walking, talking sin and salvation all at the same time.
I’d never felt such relief in my life as I did the second I heard the knock on the suite door. I opened the door to find a very pissed off Fiona on the other side. I stepped back giving her enough room to walk in. I didn’t say anything as she surveyed the room. It was a nice room as far as suites went, but at the end of all this, all I cared about was that it had a bed big enough for me to fuck her on in every position I’ve ever imagined.
I was too eager to care about subtlety. “So, you got an answer for me, Halloween?”
Her posture snapped, and she slowly turned around to face me. She wasn’t the timid girl from school anymore, I’ll give her that. “Is ‘fuck you’ a good enough answer?”
I laughed at her defiance. “Yes, it is.” I walked over to one of the end tables that decorated the sitting area and picked up my phone. She eyed me as I dialed the PI I had on retainer for everything Fiona. “Yeah, Andrews, this is Greystone.”
“What’s up, man?” He had answered on the first ring. Smart man.
“Can you take what you have on the Eldsteads-”
“Damien, please don’t,” she hastened.
Never moving my eyes from hers, I relented, “Never mind, Andrews.”
I hung up the phone. “So, does this mean you’re ready to give me a different answer?”
She dropped her purse over the back of the couch and let it land on the cushions. She looked around the room again, probably wanting put off uttering the words that would change her life as long as possible.
I waited patiently until she finally faced me. “I ac…accept your agreement. I’ll…uh…date you for six months if you let my parents off the hook.”
What I really wanted to do was drag her by her hair to the Justice of the Peace, but I figured I should stick with the plan of baby steps. So, instead, I nodded. “At the end of the six months, I’ll hand over everything I have on your parents. However, your father does not get off unscathed. He will have to attend gamblers anonymous in order to keep his job.”
She sadly shook her head. “I’ve tried, Damien, but he won’t-”
“He will,” I insisted. “I’ll take care of it, Fiona.”
If I wasn’t so sure of the hatred she had for me, I would swear I saw gratitude