“He’s on the top floor.” Grant walked me to the office directory and explained the path I needed to take to get to Damien.
“Thank you so much!” I headed towards the elevator and pushed the button for the twentieth floor. The ride up felt like a lifetime and my stomach was so tied up in nervous knots I wouldn’t be surprised if I lost my lunch in here. The elevator finally stopped, and I stepped out into one of the most sophisticated office areas I’d ever seen…and into my future.
Chapter 24
It’s her or it’s nothing.
Damien~
I looked around the prison that was my office-because work was the only thing keeping me from kidnapping the fuck out of Fiona-and wondered how the fuck did things got so out of hand. After fucking Fiona until she collapsed, I made the drive home just to give myself some time to get myself under control. I knew I couldn’t keep her in orgasmic bliss 24 hours a day, so I had to come up with some way to make this shit right.
I called Will and asked him what I should do and his uncomplicated advice was to just throw myself on her sword and beg forgiveness. He also had the nerve to tell me I was wrong about Jason, but then he’d never live his life for only one woman. I got my satisfaction when I mentioned how Vicky took Jason home and took care of him. He seemed to be irritated, but still insisted his night with Vicky was casual. I knew better, though.
I was so lost in thought I almost didn’t hear the faint knock on my office door. I was pretty sure I was the only one left in the building, but since I hadn’t left my office since three this afternoon, I couldn’t be sure. It was probably the cleaning service. “Come in.” They could just clean around me.
I looked up at the door opening and it’s a good thing I was sitting because my knees might have given out on me. “Fiona?” Her steps into my office were hesitant and unsure and I hated that. I stood up and practically ran around my desk to greet her.
I ran my hands up her arms and placed them on her shoulders, peering down at her. She looked scared and…sad. I could handle scared. It was the sad that was fucking me up all to hell. “What are you doing here? Are you okay? Did something happen?” The look on her face was killing me. I searched her precious brown eyes, and all I saw was sad insecurity and it almost brought me to my knees. “Baby, tell me what’s wrong?”
And, then, without ceremony or any finesse whatsoever, she blurted out the words I’d been waiting to hear since the day she wanted to share her crayons with me. “I love you.”
I knew I heard her correctly, but to be fair, the question needed to be asked all things considering. “Are you okay, Halloween? Did you hit your head, maybe?”
She let out the most beautiful laugh. “No! I didn’t hit my head, you dork.”
I bent at the knees and took her face in my hands. I needed a direct view to her face to know for sure. “You love me?”
She looked so worried. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I…do.”
I was trying to be happy with what she was giving me, but it wasn’t enough. To be honest, even if she gave me everything she had, I still didn’t think it’d ever be enough. I quickly flashed back to the threat of tattooing my name on the inside of her thighs. “I can’t tell you what it does to me to hear you say you love me, Halloween, but I need you to be in love with me.” You would think I’d be happy with what she was already giving me, but I was selfish when it came to Fiona. I wanted every molecule that made up her mind, body, and soul.
She gave me a small smile before she clarified. “I love you, Damien. I’m in love with you. I have to be. That’s the only thing that explains why I keep coming back no matter what you do to me.”
I winced. I couldn’t help it, but I never regretted my actions, and I’d be lying if I said I did now. I didn’t. I’ll never regret a single choice I’ve made because that would mean I was capable of taking