Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Damion followed behind her, knowing he was going to pay each one a visit for the price of their argument.
Vicki went to the passenger side door, and he clicked his car open. She climbed inside, and he sat behind the wheel. Without another word, he didn’t take her home, but to that special spot where no one else was around.
Putting the car in park, he gave her a few minutes, and then she climbed out. Damion watched her, knowing she needed a little time to herself.
After some time had passed, he pulled his key out of the ignition, climbed out, rounded the car, and sat on the hood, folding his hands across his chest and waiting.
“Why even bother?” Vicki asked. “If you have no interest in a person unless they’re blood, why do that!”
He didn’t answer and she started to pace back and forth.
“I mean, what is the point of even getting a paternity test, and what’s the point in meeting with someone?”
“He has his reasons.”
“Yeah, if he’s my dad, he wants to know. If not, he couldn’t give a fuck about me.” She pressed her hands to her mouth and gasped. “I shouldn’t cuss.”
“It’s natural.”
“I don’t like it. I don’t like not being in control.” She put her hands on her thighs, bent forward, and breathed in. “I hate this place. I hate everything about it. I hate that I feel guilty about it all. I’ve done nothing wrong and it feels like I do everything wrong.”
He didn’t expect her to suddenly lift her head and start to scream, but he saw it. He figured she had a lot to scream about. Damion watched her let go, and even as she lost control, to him, it was a thing of beauty. She kept screaming until her throat was hoarse, and then she collapsed in on herself.
This is when he moved in close, caught her face, and stared into her eyes. “You don’t do anything wrong.” And then, he did what he’d been wanting to do for a long freaking time, since their first one—he kissed her.
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Vicki still couldn’t believe that kiss she and Damion had shared. Every time she thought about it, it was like her lips tingled to remind her of exactly what she had been doing with him, and what she wanted to do again and again, and again. To keep doing it and never stop.
Dhalia was staying over with some friends. Smithy and Pete had done the same. Frank was with The Lords, or she imagined he was with them. Betsy was fast asleep upstairs, and she sat downstairs in the main living room, touching her lips, thinking about Damion.
After he had thoroughly kissed her, they were interrupted as he got a phone call. She didn’t ask him what the call was about, as she figured that was private. He brought her home, promised to see her soon, and waited for her to walk into her house. He had only driven off, when he was sure she was home safe and sound.
Sharing a dinner with Betsy, her other siblings had stayed long enough to ask if she was okay. None of them had stared at her lips, so she truly believed she was obsessing for no good reason. Her lips did not show she had been thoroughly kissed this afternoon. Getting to her feet, she had to do something, otherwise, she would go crazy, so she started to clean stuff that had been left in the main sitting room.
Gathering up the cups, she took them to the kitchen and couldn’t help wondering in that moment what was happening to her mother. It was a split-second way of thinking, because the truth was, since she had turned her mother over to the Thames’s, life here had been so peaceful. Other than Frank bringing craziness to their world, everything felt so easy, so smooth, so peaceful. She knew her mother was a problem and had been for so long.
Gripping her neck, she was tempted to call it a night, but as she was about to, there was a soft knock on the door.
Vicki quickly checked the time and saw it was a little after eleven at night. It was never good when you got a knock at the door at this late hour. Worried about her siblings, she rushed to the door, not even checking the peephole, and there was Damion on her doorstep.
She quickly noted that he wasn’t wearing the same suit as he did earlier. There was no reason to question why.
“Good evening,” Damion said.
“Damion.”
“Can I come in?”
“Yes, yes, of course.” She stepped back, giving him plenty of room to enter, then closing and locking the door once he had. “Betsy’s home.” She didn’t know why she told him that.
“What about the others?”
“They’re all out with friends.”