"Damon, can we just drop this argunt, please?" I didn’t want to talk about it anymore.
"You can’t have any contact with Jones. That’s my bottom line. Don’t you get it?" Damon looked stern, a hint of a crack appearing in his icy deanor. He was clearly pissed.
This situation had caused a small rift in our previously growing closeness.
The atmosphere in the living room was tense. I stood there while Damon sat on the sofa, neither of us breaking the silence.
After a while, I couldn’t stand there any longer. I didn’t even say a word to Damon. I turned around to leave. But Damon was quick; he grabbed before I could make it to the door.
He asked angrily, "Are you pissed off? Going out to dinner alone with other n and being so stubborn?"
"Damon, stop talking nonsense, okay?" I was really annoyed. "Do you even know how critical the situation was for Scarlett? Was I supposed to watch her jump off the roof?"
"What does it matter to you if she lives or dies?" Damon still held his ground.
"Damon, do you have to be so cold-hearted?" I pulled away from him, trying to control my emotions, and said calmly, "When I saw her, it reminded of my past. Don’t you think we’re similar in so ways? I don’t want her to repeat my mistakes. Is that a problem?"
Though I tried to keep my composure, Damon noticed sothing was up. He frowned and asked , "What do you an by ’repeat your mistakes? Have you ever tried to kill yourself?"
I was taken aback and quickly averted my eyes from Damon.
I had indeed contemplated suicide in the past, but that was history. Nobody around knew about it.
Damon seed to have found sothing out, and he asked again, "Answer ."
"No, I just feel that we both married n who don’t love us. I can understand her feelings. Jones is just like you; he’s doing to Scarlett what you did to ." I quickly regained my composure.
My answer was logical, so Damon couldn’t find any fault with it.
He squinted his eyes and leaned in closer to , "I love you more than you love now. What are you empathizing with?"
"The pain of the past may fade away, but the scars remain." I looked straight into Damon’s eyes and said, "I’ve always known that although I haven’t completely let go of my feelings for you, I can’t deny the imnse pain you once caused ."
Every ti I thought about that pain, it suffocated .
I didn’t even know what I was thinking or should do in that conflicting state of mind.
Damon’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly about to take off. His eyes were so dark, deep, and mysterious that I couldn’t help but look at him more. In those beautiful eyes, I saw his troubles and heartache. "Yes, I didn’t know I would fall in love with you then I was too arrogant. So, I accept everything you do to now. I’ll do whatever you ask."
I couldn’t deny that.
The restlessness and pain in my heart gradually cald down with Damon’s words. I knew I still couldn’t be ruthless in front of him.
"Damon, I have no feelings for Jones. You should know that. Why don’t you trust ?" I looked up at Damon with my eyes full of questions.
"I trust you. I just don’t trust him." Damon sighed and pulled into his arms. He had a faint sll of shower gel; he must have taken a shower.
So, I didn’t sll any perfu on his clothes, which was good.
"Don’t worry so much. I’m with you." I snuggled into Damon’s arms, trying to soften my voice.
Damon also sounded more relaxed, "Yes, you’re with ; no one can take you away, right?"
"Right" I went along with Damon’s thoughts, not just to get his help but also because of my inner turmoil.
Damon liked my submissive side. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, showing his improved mood.
I didn’t want to quarrel with him at this critical juncture. Since he took the initiative to stop , I had to show sincerity. So I tiptoed, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.
Damon kept his eyes wide open, staring at . I was already a bit shy, but then I was even more embarrassed to be watched white kissing him, so I had to close my eyes.
It didn’t take long for Damon to kiss more passionately.
The atmosphere in the room was growing more intense, and the temperature was rising. The living room had beco our temporary playground, a place we were both very familiar with.
As my resistance to Damon gradually disappeared, my body’s acceptance of the situation grew. Damon’s skills were needless to say, and his stamina was amazing. I was gradually experiencing the pleasure.
After all, I was a woman in my thirties. There was no need to suppress my needs.
That night, we made love in the living room until the sky outside lightened. I finally pushed Damon away, "I have to go. Otherwise, my mom will get suspicious if she wakes up early and doesn’t see ."
"Doesn’t your mom know that I bought this villa? If she sees the lights on here, wouldn’t she think I’m here?" Damon asked .
The question caught off guard. I suddenly realized that how my mom could not notice the lights on in the villa? She had plenty of free ti every day and could definitely notice that.
I started to panic and quickly got dressed to go ho. Seeing that, Damon also started to dress, saying, "I’ll go back with you. Since you’ve already told her about your dad, you might as well tell her everything else."
"You don’t need to go back with . My mom might..." I didn’t finish because Damon should be able to guess.
My mom might have scolded him, and if she really got physical, she might have even hit him.
But Damon didn’t care, "So what? Should you, a woman, handle this kind of thing? We’re destined to be together. It’s sothing we have to face sooner or later. I don’t want to avoid it anymore."
Damon’s words made feel complex. At this mont, I even believed that he truly loved .
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