Feelings of lust, anger, and fear are all at war with each other, and I’m not sure which one is the strongest.
“What the fuck was that?” I’m horrified and frustrated. Anger blocks my mind. Fear’s grubby paws grip my heart, while lust has its hands solidly on my cock.
She bites her lip and stares at me with mischievous eyes.
“Just so you know … every time you do something stupid or reckless and stop my heart, I’ll return the gesture.” She looks defiantly at me and I know she will. What a mindfuck?
“You could have died!” I yell.
“So could you. Are we gonna see who dies first?” She’s calm and collected. I get the point loud and clear. And right now I know my girlfriend is crazy.
I hiss and pull the towel until she’s squashed up against me. My lips come down on hers hard – I’m still furious.
But I need this.
“NO, SHIT!” Ilkay walks out and covers his eyes with his hands, swearing some more. Luckily Mel was hidden from his view by my body and the towel.
“Ship!” she screams and runs into the house. She stops, turns around, and flashes me, sticking out her tongue. I give a small smile, I’ll deal with that little witch later and boy am I going to enjoy it. Oh, she’s going to get it good.
“She’s gone now,” I tell him and he opens his eyes, looking pissed off at me.
“Was she just naked?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” I nod. He pulls a disgusted look – the same one I usually get whenever Chloe is around – and he scans my body. He must have noticed my battered look.
“Shit, what did I miss?” I take his elbow and drag him inside. I need his expertise again.
“Oh, I’ll tell you all about it, but I need you to fix my leg first.”
Date = 30 November
Place = Rome (Terrazze Fedro Penthouse)
POV – Damion
I stare down at the photo on my phone. The one Chloe sent to me earlier.
If I thought it was bad then … it’s much much worse now. At least then I didn’t know the asshole was related to me.
“Say something,” Dad pleads from behind me. It feels as if I’ve been kicked by a horse in the stomach. I’ve been kicked by a horse, and this is pretty much how it felt like.
I don’t have words. None. What do you say in this situation?
Congratulations? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m so happy? That’s nice? Oooh, I always wanted an older brother?
None of them is what I have in mind. No, I’m thinking way more elaborate – more in the terms of -piss off and fuck me blind.
But I can’t say that to my father, now can I.
So, instead, I’m standing on the expansive terrace of my penthouse, with my back to him, staring at the view stretching from St. Peter’s Dome and the Vatican to the Vittoriano and the historic city center.
It’s a beautiful view. That, combined with the complex’s commanding position, surrounded by lush gardens and tree-lined avenues, is the reason I bought this residence in the first place.
I must bring Mel here for a romantic little getaway. I can just imagine her screaming my name while I make her cum right here on this terrace. It would be both erotic and beautiful.
And not going to happen.
I still can’t believe it. Any of it. She fucking said she loved me! Instead, she’s leading me on. Maybe she realized how much power she has over me … and now she’s getting back at me for the zoo thing. Or she plainly realized that she couldn’t love someone broken like me so she chose my undamaged brother. Anger erupts like Mauna Loa deep in my chest and threatens to overflow.
“What do you want me to say, Dad?” I’m seething as I turn around to look at him. “I can’t understand how you can knock up a girl and not know about it.”
His face reddens, and I don’t know if it’s from embarrassment or anger. I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath.
“It was just a fling. She never told me and I never saw her again.” He looks like he’s sulking. But I know that look … he’s trying to keep things together. My anger evaporates – it’s not his fault his unknown son turned out to be an upper asshole – but the pain in my chest remains.
Yesterday I had a good life. A perfect life. And then it all got shot to shit.
My head starts to throb. I’m gonna barf. My throat expands to make room for the bile charging up from my tummy. My body breaks out in cold sweat and I swallow it back. I need to be alone.
“I think you should go.” I’ve never said those words to him ever before. His face falls, but he gets up from the chair. He puts a hand on my shoulder. I bite on my teeth to not burst out in tears in front of him.
“I’m going to dinner with Mark and the team. But I will be back later.” He walks off with slumped shoulders, looking rather crushed.
And it’s driving me crazy. I can’t tell him that his newly found son stabbed me in the back. My own brother. Yeah, he knew who he was when he did what he did.
Funny how much difference a day can make. Or a picture. A single action.
If my father told me the news about having a half-brother yesterday … before I’ve seen the picture … or knew about the betrayal … I might have accepted it. Accepted him.
But not now.
I clench my jaw and stalk toward the end of the terrace. And then I pace.
I should have told her. Before I left. I should have explained how much she means to me. That I love her.
But I thought I had time. I figured I’d gradually work up to it.
I love her … I fucking love her so much. And right now, it’s killing me. It feels as if someone cracked open my chest, ripped out my beating heart, and drove a ten-ton truck over it just to finish it off. It will never heal or be the same. I feel empty inside.