offset the liquor, so that I don’t fall out before midnight.”
Jason leaned up a little. “Midnight? You do know that it’s only a little past three, Fiona, right? You’re talking almost ten hours of drinking.”
I held up a finger. “That is an incorrect assessment, sir. By the time we get to wherever we choose to eat, it’ll be closer to four. Then we’ll order and bullshit, which will kill at least an hour, if not an hour and a half, bringing us upon the six o’clock hour or so. Then we’ll make our way to the bar of our choosing, which will most likely be Mercury’s and that will kill another fifteen minutes or so. By the time we find a table and order our first round, we’ll be closer to seven giving us a window of four or five hours to drink since we all have to work in the morning.”
Jason clapped. “My apologies. I defer to the professionals.”
I started laughing at his nonsense. “Seriously, unless we all plan on calling in sick tomorrow, I think we’re going to have to hold off on getting pregnant until next weekend.”
“Way to kill my dreams, Fee. What have I ever done to you to deserve that?”
“You can thank me nine months from now when you’re not delivering a kid, thus ruining all your future tequila-riddled nights.”
“She’s got a point, Vick,” Jason agreed.
Vicky chewed on her lower lip. “Maybe.”
“Okay, put your shoes on, Fee, and-”
Another knock on the door clouded the room in silence.
“Jesus, is this Visit Fiona Day?” I mumbled. With my luck, it’s probably my parents wanting me to save them from another disastrous situation they’ve put themselves in. I headed towards the door barefooted.
Jason and Vicky stood up simultaneously. “Fiona, hold up a sec…” Vicky started.
I had my hand on the doorknob as I looked back. “Why? What’s up?”
I could see her and Jason exchange an uneasy glance. “What if it’s Damien? Fee, he’ll lose his shit if he sees Jason here.”
I let out a hopeless huff. “Damien is not going to drive down here on a Sunday, Vicky. Besides, he’s Damien Greystone III, I’m sure he’s knee-deep in females willing to help him forget all about me.”
I twisted the knob and pulled the door open. My heart leapt into my throat as my eyes took in the fact that it was, indeed, Damien standing at my front door. “Damien, what…”
He pushed his way in and stormed into the living room. I shut the door as his eyes fell to Jason. He turned around and the look on his face had me wanting to run.
Chapter 22
Prison it is.
Damien~
People say ‘I just saw red’ or ‘I blanked out’ all the time and you think it’s just an expression. Well, I’m here to tell you that it’s not. Because the second I saw that sonofabitch, Jason, standing in Fiona’s living room, I lost my mind.
There were too many things attacking me at once as he stood there assessing me. This was the only other man who has ever touched Fiona in a way that’s my right only. This man has kissed her body and knows what it feels like to be inside her. And now this same man is standing in her living room days after she tells me to leave and never come back.
If I’m going to prison, then it’s going to be worth it all around. I charged him and-smart man-he saw it coming. He wasn’t quick enough to avoid the blow though. I hit that fucker as if I had just caught him in bed with Fiona.
“Damien!” Fiona screamed.
Jason fought back, and it just fueled my need to destroy him. I could hear the girls screaming and pleading with us to stop, but they’d have better luck trying to unlock two rams fighting for dominance.
Every sound was a vague orchestra to our punches. The furniture breaking, the girls’ endless pleas, the grunts, none of it could break through the blood rushing through my ears.
Fiona was fucking mine whether she wanted to be or not. And I meant what I said when I told her I’d kill any man who touched her. I didn’t know what he was doing here, and I didn’t give a fuck. All I knew was that he was too close to Fiona for my liking.
He wasn’t a pussy I’ll say that for him, though. Unfortunately for him, I had obsessive rage on my side. I hit the fucker until I saw blood squirt from