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LILY
I waited in the darkness of our apartment for Jamie.
He arrived an hour later and was surprised to see me up.
“Still awake?” He smiled, reaching to kiss me.
I let him.
“We need to talk” I said as soon as he stepped away from me.
“What about?” He asked, taking a seat in front of me.
“I followed you to the club” I began.
He seemed confused at first.
“What club, Lily”
“Jamie please, do not lie to me”
“I am trying to understand what you are talking about, Lily. I have been at work all day today and frankly I am very tired”
“Jamie… the club… Amoure? I followed you there. I saw the invite in your pocket.”
The light seemed to leave his eyes as soon as I said this.
“I understand you felt the need to hide your fetish from me but we could have talked about it and…”
Jamie laughed… he actually laughed.
“You are kidding, aren’t you?”
“I am not, Jamie… we could have…”
“Talked about it?” He cut in, rising to his feet.
His face was harsh and angry… I had never seen him like this before.
Fear crept up my spine as I watched the man I had been in love with for six years stare at me in disgust.
“You are an uptight b***h, Lily… a f*****g prude and you expect me to come to you and tell you that I enjoy being watched while I f**k? And I enjoy f*****g men and women alike?”
I stared at him, willing myself to remain calm.
“Jamie…please listen to me…”
“Lily… you and I have not had s*x in a long time and you think somehow I would not get my gratification from other women who actually want to f**k me?”
“Jamie, you know why…”
“Yes, of course… blame it on being r***d. It has been years that happened, Lily and as much as it pains me that you went through that. I cannot keep waiting for you to decide you want to be with me.”
“But we are talked about this and we are getting married”
“No, we are not” he stopped me.
I could feel the tears sting my eyes and I blinked them away as rapidly as I could.
This was not happening.
“Jamie…”
“We are not getting married and I am shocked it has taken me this long to realize that I do not love you, Lily. I was in love with the idea of you but you are not worth it and you following me tonight like some creeper is enough proof that we cannot be together”
I got to my feet, swaying lightly as I reached for Jamie’s hand.
He pushed me away from him.
“I will use the spare room and I will be out in the morning. You can keep the ring or toss it, I don’t care but this is over”
He walked away from me and into the room while I stared at his retreating back.
How many times could a girl’s heart break before it finally stops beating?
I stared at the car keys on the table with one thought in mind… I had to leave.
I snatched it up and sped out of the house, not having the slightest clue where I was headed but knowing that my life had just come crashing down all around me and if I stayed one more minute, I would end it.
I drove, grateful for the cover of dark and the rain falling in torrents so no one could see a woman balling her eyes out in a speeding car.
I took a turn and pumped the brakes, suddenly realizing I had gone back to the club… driven myself back to the reason my life was in shambles.
I stayed in the car for the longest time wondering why the hell I had come here.
The answer seemed simple enough.
I stepped out of the car into the rain and walked into the club, straight to the room the stranger had put me in. When I tossed the door open, he was standing in the center of the room, naked except for a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.
He seemed shocked to see me but that was soon replaced by concern as he closed the space between us, taking my tear stained face in his hands.
“What did he do?” He asked.
“He broke up with me” I managed to get out before I began sobbing.
“Bastard” I heard him growl, wrapping his arms around me. “f*****g bastard”
He carried me straight to the bed, tossed me across his laps and cradled my face in his chest. Then I could not hear anything asides the sound of my sobbing and him crooning sweet words in my ears.
I had no idea how long we remained that position, me against his chest and his arms wrapped around me, patting my back slightly.
My tears had dried up now and in its place came embarrassment.
What had I been thinking coming to him, letting him hold me.
A total stranger.
“Are you okay?” He interrupted my paranoid thoughts.
“I am fine… I should go. I am so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking coming here and burdening you with my problems. You do not even know me.” I pushed away from him, rising to my feet.
I could feel my cheeks heat as I took in the sight of him there with the towel barely hanging on to his body.
He got to his feet and I took a step back.
“Lily” He began. “You have had quite the night and I would be a bad person if I let you walk out of here in this state so how about I draw you a bath. You can get out of those wet clothes and after that, we can talk about you leaving?”
It sounded tempting enough and so did he?
In fact, I could hardly get any straight thoughts with the way my eyes trailed to the v of his waistline.
“No, Mister…”
“You can call me Damon… I am sure we are way past the Mister formality”
“I don’t think I should impose on you like this”
“You are not imposing. I want to… take care of you, Lily. I want to help you feel better and the first step in doing that is getting you out of those clothes. Is that okay?”
I nodded my head.
He gestured for me to take a seat and walked to the bathroom, stopping to regard me one last time
“You are not permitted to leave again. Understood?”
I nodded
“Use your words, Lily” He smirked at me.
Heat pooled in my belly.
“Yes” I croaked,
“Good” He said and then disappeared into the bathroom.
I remained in the chair, my heart racing as I listened to him turn on the water, curse a little and then he popped back out.
“You can use the bathroom now while I get you something else to wear and something to eat”
“Thank you” I muttered.
He nodded slightly, reaching for the shirt on the bed and draping it over his body.
I looked away when he grabbed the pants, walking straight into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.
I pressed my head against the cool wood wondering again for the umpteenth time that night what the f**k I was doing.
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