"Are you ho yet?" Damon asked as soon as I picked up the phone.
"Just got ho. What’s up?" I asked back, a little confused, but I knew deep down that Damon just wanted to see .
The living room was quiet, and Damon’s voice coming from the other end of the phone sounded incredibly charming, "I miss you. I want to co over."
Even though I had been trying to stay rational, I had been stuck in a rut, struggling now and then. Damon and I were getting closer, and there was nothing hidden between us.
My heart started beating faster when Damon said that. I felt the excitent of our first eting; a little bit of attention from him would make incredibly happy.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down, "Forget it. It’s too late. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed."
Damon paused, "Co see first, then you can take your bath. Anything you want to talk about?"
Actually, there was sothing I wanted to tell him about what happened tonight; I wanted to hear Damon’s opinion.
I was sure Karen wouldn’t be showing up in front of anymore. I didn’t believe Ariel would put up with her. She would have certainly found a way to get rid of her.
As if looking for an excuse to see him, I decided to go next door,
Damon was waiting for in the yard, sitting on a wicker chair, the soft light in the yard casting on him, making him look like a character from a painting.
I must admit, even though I despised that man, I still appreciated his appearance because eyes didn’t lie.
Luna once told bluntly that I was just attracted by Damon’s handso appearance.
This statent still applied to .
"What are you doing standing there? Co here, let hug you." Damon waved at when he saw . His gesture made him seem like a cunning fox.
I should have been more open. But at that mont, I was a bit shy.
I slowly walked over to Damon after closing the door. Just as I was about to sit down, he pulled into his arms without hesitation. I sat on his lap. His familiar sll of tobacco mixed with my favorite perfu scent made feel complicated.
Damon looked at my profile, his voice deep and magnetic, "Tonight, you finally defended your reputation, didn’t you?"
"Yeah, my company’s PR departnt is also dealing with this issue." I nodded, trying to focus on other things.
"I saw. As long as you can clear up so rumors, that’s good. But doing so might negatively affect Scarlett’s parents. They just lost their daughter." Damon said deeply as if testing .
I cut him off, "What they feel has nothing to do with . They should have foreseen this when they twisted the truth and blad for their pain. Whether it’s Scarlett or her parents, they brought this upon themselves, right?"
As soon as I finished speaking, Damon let out a chuckle full of affection, seemingly satisfied with my attitude. He relaxed his brows and pinched my cheek, "Good, you finally learned to put yourself first. Well done."
I was speechless, feeling like Damon was praising like a child.
Before I could react, Damon kissed my cheek. His gentle touch took by surprise. I covered my face and looked at him and asked, "Why did you kiss ?"
"I don’t know. I just feel like kissing you whenever I see you; maybe I’m ’addicted’ to you." Damon sighed helplessly, "I’m just worried that you’ll dump after you’re done using , so how about we have a baby soon?"
Damon didn’t know I was infertile, so he brought up that topic naturally. But I felt a pang in my heart, and I couldn’t let him see it.
I forced a smile, "Let’s just let nature take its course when it cos to having a baby."
"I know we should let nature take its course, but we should try when it’s ti to try. I’m really jealous seeing other people having kids." Damon’s tone revealed dissatisfaction, "Why could Mitch and his wife have two kids all of a sudden? And he’s even younger than ."
He was jealous of Mitch? I had a headache. I didn’t know how to explain the baby situation to him. My guess was that once I revealed the truth about my physical condition, my relationship with Damon would be over.
I believed he did have feelings for now, but it was impossible for him to be without offspring.
I guess I was just being selfish. Before my dad got out of prison and before the truth about Joshua’s death ca out, I still had to keep Damon in the dark. The only person who knew about my physical condition was Jones.
"We’ll have our own baby one day." I replied, not knowing what else to say.
"So, should we try tonight to make our baby?" Damon hooked my chin and bit my neck gently, "If it’s still not working, maybe I should get a checkup, and maybe I should consider quitting drinking and smoking?"
Hearing him so serious about it, I panicked even more.
I suddenly wanted to avoid him. If I could avoid having sex with him, at least that could be an excuse for not getting pregnant. If Damon knew about my thoughts now, he would have probably gone crazy..
Damon’s hand slipped under my clothes. I felt a chill on my lower body and shivered. I quickly grabbed his hand to stop his next move and said, "I’m not feeling well today. My back hurts."
"Should I be gentle then?" Damon didn’t seem to want to give up.
"Maybe next ti. I want to go to bed early." I felt Damon’s hand moving. It looked like he wanted to continue, so I imdiately tightened my grip on his hand to stop him.
Damon looked a bit dissatisfied when he felt my resistance. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, "What are you thinking about? You’re deliberately avoiding this. Don’t you want a baby?"
Sotis, I really thought Damon could be a part-ti psychologist or fortune teller. His predictions were too accurate.
"No, actually. I’m feeling a bit under the weather. I just swung by to chat and discuss so things that happened today and get your two cents." I tried to sidestep Damon, but he did sothing that really got my goat. He grabbed hard, and I was just about ready to cuss him out.
Damon wrapped his arm around my waist and shalessly threatened , "If you dare to leave now, I’m going to follow you ho and stick to you like glue until your mom catches on."
"Damon, are you kidding ? You’re using this childish excuse to threaten ?" I couldn’t help but lay it on the line. He was always calm and mature in front of others, but the words he just spat out sounded more like a three-year-old boy.
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