“What the hell, Grimm!” he shouts in my face. I smirk and shrug my shoulders. What can I say? It’s not as if I meant to crash. Or told him to tow me. But since it happened, it gives Sean a much better chance.
His fist collides with my jaw. Surprised, my head snaps to the side and I step back. I wipe my thumb over my split lip and look at the blood. I look back at the angry rider in front of me and something snaps.
My hands clench into fists and I launch myself forward, getting him in the gut. He hauls over, holding his tummy. Two stewards grab hold of me and try to keep me away from him.
I’ve never fought during a race. It’s all because of him – Alejandro, my puppy fucking trainer half-brother.
I really hate my brother.
Date = 7 December
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV Melaena
For the last romantic touch, I put the vase with fresh flowers in the middle of the table. I stand back and look at my hard work with a satisfied smile. I’ve laid the table, Alejandro helped me light the fireplace, and the food I prepared is being kept warm in the oven.
I’m showered and dressed – comfortably in his shirt and jeans, but with some wicked sexy underwear, and no shoes. I hope he loves the surprise. Although, this might backfire and the surprise may be him dumping my ass.
Then I hear the key turning and my heart almost stops.
He’s back!
Oh my. He’s really here. And for the first time in two weeks, my spirits lift a fraction and I allow myself to wonder how this night is going to go. The best scenario – we’re going to chat and eat and indulge in loads of steamy hot sex. I don’t want to think about the worst – where he shatters my heart and destroys me forever.
Damion left for Europe the day after the near fall and he contacted me twice a day, every day. At first, everything was fine. Normal. But about a week into his tour, his father flew out to join him and he’s been acting out ever since. Most of our calls happened with him being intoxicated.
He fell during his qualifying session. Luckily I didn’t see the accident, and luckily he was okay. He ended up in 8th place.
Seems like he threw all his rules out the door. I’m just hoping that he doesn’t throw me out with it. It’s as if he’s insecure. Him. Hell, I’m the one standing here with a tightly clenched anus and fast-beating heart.
He kept on asking me if I really love him – more than I love his brother. Now look, I love Luke a whole bunch, but I’m no pervert. What that is about I do not know.
And as if the drinking was not enough, his actions and attitude emphasized my suspicions. Something happened. I can just hope he’s actions are not because of a change of heart.
It was our first time apart since we became official. And my biggest fear is that he will go back to the playboy he used to be. That he got what he wanted – me in bed. He conquered the goal, chipped me off on his bedpost, and now it’s back to business as usual.
I play with the little heart pendant he gave me.
Yeah, I know I should trust him. And I want to. But … how can I if he is not open and honest with me? And when the facts stare me right in the eye … or ear … but I’m too scared to hear it. Love really makes you blind. And deaf.
I mean, first, he tells me he’s met new people in a pub, and then a woman – Italian judging by the accent answers his phone. Later, so did Chloe. Lovely little conversation we had while he was in the bathroom. Or so she said.
Okay, my stupid dumb heart hopes he was in there taking a shit, but my brain pictures him in the shower after cheating sex.
I’m trying to rationalize it – he was drunk. What if she took advantage of that?
But, either way, I will fight for us, endure every obstacle this relationship throws at me, and accept his broken pieces. Maybe even try to fix them. But the one thing I will not forgive is cheating. Drunk or not.
First I called Logan. He’s on a skiing trip with his team somewhere in Canada – with poor reception. Jackson and Axel are together in New York – for a Jackson thing.
I phoned Dean to find out what was wrong, but he was in Berlin with Enrique.
I tried Sean, who confessed that Damion is going through a rough time – no one knows why though. Not even Deimos could control his rebelling son.
And now he’s here at last.
I don’t know what to expect. My insecurities and disbelief are pulling me down, but I’m trying my best to maintain some faith in our love for each other. I’m not going to let go – even if he tells me to – unless he stuck his dick into another hole.
I stand in front of the door, my body shaking like a puppy dog’s tail, partly because I’m anxious that he’s gonna crush my heart, but mainly because I’m excited to see him. Damion is the cause of my pain, but he’s also the cure, and I never knew that I could care this much about another person.
The door opens, as if in slow motion, and then the holder of my heart is standing right there, in full flesh and blood, and my heart skips a beat. I feel as if I’m gonna faint and tears of happiness flood my cheeks.
I’m going to admit to being seriously wigged out right now and I think every organ in my body just shut down.
“Mel,” he whispers as if surprised to see me here. Hell, where else would I be? I missed him so much.
His face sports more than its usual stubble growth, and his hair is unwashed and messy. He looks rough and reckless and judging by his bloodshot eyes, as if the alcohol from the night before has taken its toll.
But with the morning sunlight that comes in through the doorway from behind him, his body is etched in a heavenly glow that makes him look like an angel and the sight of him causes my breath to hitch in my throat.
He drops his bag and grabs me, squashing me against his hard body … but I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind at all. I breathe in his scent, my nose buried in the curve of his neck. Even with the stink of alcohol and day-old sweat, he still smells wonderful to me.
“Fuck, I missed you!” He takes some deep breaths, not slacking his grip and I feel my stupid fears subside like mist in the sun. Things are going to be okay. The problems were only in my head. I hope.
Without letting me go he carries me to the kitchen, lifting me onto the counter. His mouth finds mine and I eagerly reciprocate the passionate kiss, bathing in the feelings that it sends through my body. I let myself enjoy every erotic moment he creates in every fiber of my being. Damn, I missed this man.
Then I push him back and he gives a soft groan, his eyes dull and I don’t know if I’m imagining things, but he seems sad. More broken. And just like that my anxiety is back. What’s wrong with him? Does he want to break up? The girl on the phone … did he … cheat?
“Ug, Mel, you can at least pretend to be happy to see me. I’ve traveled on a plane for hours just to get here,” he says sounding very serious … almost angry …
“I am happy.” Very very happy. I’m just also scared.
“Really?” He scowls, eyes burrowing into mine looking for something.
“I’ve missed you…really missed you, Damion,” I say, quietly. “The past few days have been …” I struggle to find the right word. “- difficult.”
Difficult is an understatement. It was excruciating.