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~~Lyra~
As I was waiting for him to come out of the bathroom, I heard some noises. Not like normal noises either, not like the shower or brushing his teeth or clearing his throat. It was lower than that. Darker. There was this deep, gravelly tension in his voice and I couldn’t make out the words at first but something about it made my
skin tighten.
It was quiet, like he was trying not to be heard, and that already made me pause because Damon never whispers. Damon is always firm. Confident. Direct. But now his voice sounded weirdly… tense. Like he was walking on broken glass barefoot and trying not to make a sound.
And then I heard her.
A woman.
Her voice was sharp. Loud. Angry. I mean not just mad, but the kind of mad that felt like it came from a place way deeper than jealousy. Like she was the type of woman who would s***h tires or set fire to a dress just
because someone else wore it better.
I froze. I was still standing by the bed, one of his shirts barely hanging off me, my legs still aching from everything we had done earlier, and my cheeks were flushed even though the air in the room wasn’t hot. And for some reason, the second I heard her yell again, my stomach flipped so fast I thought I might pass out.
I didn’t know what she said exactly, but the words panties, bed, and w***e came through loud and clear and I swear my whole soul just straight–up fell through the floor.
Was she talking about me?
No. She couldn’t be.
She didn’t even know me. Right?
Except… she was talking about someone. Someone in his house. Someone in his bed. Someone who had
worn his shirts.
And right now, that someone was me.
I took a step forward, closer to the bathroom door, not even meaning to eavesdrop but also not stopping myself because I needed to know. I needed to hear. I needed something to explain the sudden panic unraveling in my chest like a wire being pulled loose.
His voice was muffled, but hers kept cutting through like knives.
She said, “Is she still dripping with you?”
My entire body went still.
I pressed my palm to my chest because my heart was literally racing like I’d just sprinted out of the room.
What the f**k kind of question was that?
Was she talking about me?
Wait–was she talking about s*x?
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I suddenly felt so naked. And not in the sexy, fun way. No. I felt exposed. Stupid. Raw. Like someone had just torn the roof off my body and now the whole world could see everything Damon and I had done.
The moaning.
The panting.
The way I had screamed his name when he pulled my legs apart and told me I was his.
And now someone else knew.
A woman.
Someone with the audacity to call him and speak like that. To accuse. To spit venom like she owned him.
Who the f**k was she?
I backed up slowly, not because I was afraid of what he was saying but because my thoughts were spiraling out of control. I tried to stay calm, but calm was impossible with that voice still bleeding through the door.
She said she was coming back.
She said she was going to hurt someone.
She said she would shove a pipe up her p***y and make her bleed to death.
What the actual f**k?!
Who says something like that? Who even thinks it?!
I could feel the blood drain from my face. My hands were cold. I suddenly didn’t want to be in this room anymore, not with that woman on the phone, not with her voice still crawling through the cracks in the door and poisoning everything good that had just happened between Damon and me.
I wrapped my arms around myself, and I swear, in that moment, I wasn’t even worried about who she was. I was more worried about what Damon would do.
“What was going on”
I didn’t want to be paranoid, but it was hard not to be when every word coming out of that phone sounded like a threat against my body.
I took a slow breath and walked up to the door. I didn’t want to seem scared, even though I was shaking a
little.
I raised my hand and knocked once. Soft. Gentle. But enough that he’d hear.
“Damon… is everything okay?” I asked, even though I already knew it wasn’t.
There was a pause.
A long one.
A silence that told me everything I needed to know.
He didn’t answer right away.
He didn’t open the door.
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And that silence? That pause? It said more than any lie ever could.
I bit my lip and stood there, heart pounding, throat dry, eyes burning with something that wasn’t quite tears yet but was definitely on the way.
The door creaked open slowly.
He didn’t yank it. He didn’t swing it wide like someone caught in the middle of something bad. No. Damon
opened it like nothing had happened, like there wasn’t a murder threat still hanging in the air or a woman’s
voice echoing in my head telling me about c*m and beds and violence.
He just stood there.
Tall. Calm. Shirtless. Chest rising and falling like he hadn’t just been on the most insane phone call I’d ever heard in my life. His jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable, but his voice–God, his voice–was smooth. Like
butter melting over a knife.
“Everything’s fine, kitten.”
Kitten.
That word that always made my knees wobble a little, that always made my body react before my brain could catch up. But this time? It didn’t melt me. It didn’t make me feel soft and owned and wanted. This time, it
pissed me off.
I crossed my arms, staring up at him like I could burn a hole straight through his skull with just my eyes.
“Don’t do that,” I said, voice tight. “Don’t you dare pull that calm, sexy, I’m–in–control–of–everything tone with me right now, Damon. I’m not some dumb little girl you can just pat on the head and f**k back to sleep.”
He blinked at me slowly, like I was some cute kitten having a tantrum. But I wasn’t cute right now. I was shaking. I was burning. I was one breath away from losing my goddamn mind.
“Who were you talking to?” I demanded. “And don’t you f*****g lie to me, Damon. I swear to God, I heard it. It was a woman’s voice. She was screaming at you, Loud. Angry. Possessive. Like she knew every inch of this
house, every inch of you.”
He opened his mouth, but I cut him off.
“No. Let me finish. She said something about dripping in c*m. About a bed. She was asking if someone was still bent over. Like what the actual hell, Damon? Are you f*****g someone else? Is that what this is? Was she talking about me?”
I was breathing hard now, and I didn’t even care that my voice cracked on that last word. I wasn’t done.
“She said she was coming back. She said she was going to shove a pipe up someone’s p***y and watch her bleed. I heard it, Damon. I heard her. And I don’t know if she was just crazy or if she was serious or if she was about to show up here with an actual pipe, but what I do know is that you stood in there and you let her say all that s**t and you didn’t once tell her to f**k off or hang up. And why the f**k would you have that kind of conversation with any woman at this time of the day–or ever, for that matter?”
He didn’t answer.
He just looked at me.
And then.
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He laughed.
Slow at first. Deep. Rich. That dark kind of laugh that wasn’t funny at all but still sounded like it came from
somewhere inside his chest, like whatever was going on in his head had officially short–circuited and now he
was just laughing to keep from snapping.
I blinked.
What the f**k?
“Are you “I started, then stopped. “Wait. Are you laughing right now? What’s so funny? Seriously, Damon. What the f**k is funny? Am I a joke to you? Do I look like a f*****g clown standing here with c*m still drying between my thighs while you laugh after taking a call from a literal psychopath who wants to commit pipe–related homicide?”
He stopped laughing as he smiled.
“Oh, kitten,” he said, reaching out and brushing his knuckles along my cheek like I hadn’t just gone nuclear with questions. “It’s nothing, okay? You don’t need to worry. It was just my friend’s wife.”
I blinked.
His friend’s wife?
That didn’t sound right. I tilted my head to the side like maybe my ears weren’t working properly, like maybe there was some hidden meaning in those words that I wasn’t catching because my brain was still trying to piece everything together.
“Wait–huh? Your friend’s wife?” I repeated slowly, narrowing my eyes because that explanation sounded suspiciously convenient. “That’s… strange.”
He chuckled again, but this time it was softer, like he thought I was being adorable instead of annoying, which made me want to throw something at him but also maybe pull him into bed and bite his shoulder at
the same time.
“Yes,” he said, stepping closer, his palm sliding around my waist like he hadn’t just been on the phone with a woman threatening murder five seconds ago. “He cheated on her with a blondie. A random gir’om the club. She was just ranting to me about what she’d do to the girl if she ever saw her again. Nothing torry about. Dramatic wives, you know how it is.”
His fingers skimmed the curve of my hip through his shirt and his mouth tilted in that stupidly sexy way that made it hard to stay mad.
“f**k, you can be cute sometimes. Do you know that? My little angry bird.”
My mouth fell open slightly.
Excuse me?
Angry bird?
I stared up at him, half annoyed, half flustered, half ready to combust because I still had questions but now his hands were doing that thing again, and suddenly it was really hard to think straight.
“Oh, is that so?” I said, dragging the words out like honey, trying to sound unimpressed even though my heart was beating like I’d swallowed a thunderstorm.
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“Then it’s fine.” I gave him a little pout and hit my lips with my index finger slowly like I was sealing the deal, but my eyes were still fixed on him suspiciously, like I wasn’t one hundred percent convinced.
He grinned at that. Like he knew I was only pretending to let it go.
But I did. Kind of.
Because then he leaned in, his breath hot against my neck, his hand sliding up under the shirt–his shirt- that barely covered my thighs.
“Why don’t we continue from where we stopped, huh baby?” he whispered, his voice laced with heat, fingers brushing dangerously close to the space between my legs. “I still remember how you were moaning before i went into the bathroom”
Oh f**k.
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