“Trust me, honey. That could never happen. That man will never allow it. But he fucked me, yes. And it was mind-numbing and earth-shattering, but that's the last I'm telling you tonight. Now, how is school, really?”
***
Damian couldn't take it anymore.
He thought of her daily, obsessing about her safety, wondering about her activities, the way she was coping with being a CEO. He'd heard from his brothers she was marvelous in strategizing and negotiations, and desperately wished he could see her in action. Her wit and incredible confidence aroused him greatly, making him wish he could make her his woman, drag her into his bed and have her every single night.
So often he'd entertained the fantasy that if he fucked her enough times he would be rid of his ridiculous desire for her. He'd always imagined he'd want an ordinary woman. A sweet, beautiful one who would bend to his every will. He'd never felt attracted to powerful women, but then again – the heady rush of possessing one got to him in a way nothing else ever had. And not any woman – one in particular.
Then there was the fact that she was his mate. He had no doubt she was. What he felt for Zoe Jameson was too strong to be qualified anything else but a mate bond. Soon he would not be able to help himself anymore. If he took her one more time he feared he'd mark her, binding her to him in an irreversible way. The idea pleased him so much that he realized he needed to distract himself completely.
Grabbing two towels, a bottle of water and an energy drink, Damian headed to the gym room, activating the speaker call before leaning back on a bench press machine, starting his workout to release some pent-up frustration.
A cling sounded and he realized the call was activated.
“Jackson?” he asked, pushing the weights off his chest, then lowering them back again.
“Sir. Permission to report.”
“Granted.”
“Miss Jameson met with her sister today,” Jackson said. “They had a couple of drinks, after which she met with Gerard Cruise.”
Stopping abruptly, Damian nearly hurled the weights through the roof of the gym room, heat and pressure building in his temples until he thought he'd explode. Grabbing the water bottle and sitting up, he drank greedily, angrily, pissed off beyond reason. He had half a mind to go beat the shit out of Cruise, but Dominic's words of wisdom rang loud in his ears.
Right now, Zoe was fair game to anyone. She wasn't his – he had no real claim on her. The only thing he could do, for now, was to convince her she didn't need anyone else to satisfy her sexual needs. Eventually, she'd come to need him as much as he needed her.
Jesus, am I so deep in?
Exhaling, he realized he'd been ignoring Jackson.
“You there? Sir? Are you there? ”
“Just keep an eye on her. Where is she right now?”
“Murdoch is the head of the team shadowing her right now. He's got the details. I'm not sure. Last I saw of her she was still with Cruise.”
Looking at the clock on the wall, Damian frowned. Eleven thirty.
“And when was that?”
“Half an hour ago, Sir.”
“Shit.”
Wiping his mouth, he grabbed a towel and rubbed his neck, realizing rivers of sweat had pooled there. He was getting too anxious, worried she might let Cruise drive her home. And if she did, maybe she'd let him in for a drink. And if that happened...
The liquid-filled bottle popped in his hand, startling him.
“Jackson, instruct Murdoch to cut their date to an end. I'm on my way to her house. Make sure she's there within the hour.”
“An hour, Sir?”
Sighing, he stretched his shoulders, preparing to shift. “I have to ease some tension first.”
“Yes, Sir.”
***
He came to her at night.
She'd taken a gamble and it had worked, but never had she realized she' had the power to make him so livid, so inhuman. There was nothing he
***
Damian couldn't take it anymore.
He thought of her daily, obsessing about her safety, wondering about her activities, the way she was coping with being a CEO. He'd heard from his brothers she was marvelous in strategizing and negotiations, and desperately wished he could see her in action. Her wit and incredible confidence aroused him greatly, making him wish he could make her his woman, drag her into his bed and have her every single night.
So often he'd entertained the fantasy that if he fucked her enough times he would be rid of his ridiculous desire for her. He'd always imagined he'd want an ordinary woman. A sweet, beautiful one who would bend to his every will. He'd never felt attracted to powerful women, but then again – the heady rush of possessing one got to him in a way nothing else ever had. And not any woman – one in particular.
Then there was the fact that she was his mate. He had no doubt she was. What he felt for Zoe Jameson was too strong to be qualified anything else but a mate bond. Soon he would not be able to help himself anymore. If he took her one more time he feared he'd mark her, binding her to him in an irreversible way. The idea pleased him so much that he realized he needed to distract himself completely.
Grabbing two towels, a bottle of water and an energy drink, Damian headed to the gym room, activating the speaker call before leaning back on a bench press machine, starting his workout to release some pent-up frustration.
A cling sounded and he realized the call was activated.
“Jackson?” he asked, pushing the weights off his chest, then lowering them back again.
“Sir. Permission to report.”
“Granted.”
“Miss Jameson met with her sister today,” Jackson said. “They had a couple of drinks, after which she met with Gerard Cruise.”
Stopping abruptly, Damian nearly hurled the weights through the roof of the gym room, heat and pressure building in his temples until he thought he'd explode. Grabbing the water bottle and sitting up, he drank greedily, angrily, pissed off beyond reason. He had half a mind to go beat the shit out of Cruise, but Dominic's words of wisdom rang loud in his ears.
Right now, Zoe was fair game to anyone. She wasn't his – he had no real claim on her. The only thing he could do, for now, was to convince her she didn't need anyone else to satisfy her sexual needs. Eventually, she'd come to need him as much as he needed her.
Jesus, am I so deep in?
Exhaling, he realized he'd been ignoring Jackson.
“You there? Sir? Are you there? ”
“Just keep an eye on her. Where is she right now?”
“Murdoch is the head of the team shadowing her right now. He's got the details. I'm not sure. Last I saw of her she was still with Cruise.”
Looking at the clock on the wall, Damian frowned. Eleven thirty.
“And when was that?”
“Half an hour ago, Sir.”
“Shit.”
Wiping his mouth, he grabbed a towel and rubbed his neck, realizing rivers of sweat had pooled there. He was getting too anxious, worried she might let Cruise drive her home. And if she did, maybe she'd let him in for a drink. And if that happened...
The liquid-filled bottle popped in his hand, startling him.
“Jackson, instruct Murdoch to cut their date to an end. I'm on my way to her house. Make sure she's there within the hour.”
“An hour, Sir?”
Sighing, he stretched his shoulders, preparing to shift. “I have to ease some tension first.”
“Yes, Sir.”
***
He came to her at night.
She'd taken a gamble and it had worked, but never had she realized she' had the power to make him so livid, so inhuman. There was nothing he
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