“You’re welcome. Hey, do you want me to go? You look tired.”
She put the magnet down on the cushion in front of her. When she looked down the dark circles under her eyes became more prominent. “No, of course not. I’m alright, just haven’t had much sleep over the last two nights.”
“Are you sure, Mum? I’m worried about you. What are you going to do about Dad?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
I did, so I wasn’t sure why I even asked the question.
Mum made me dinner and brightened up a little when we got into the kitchen. I started to see a little of how she was without Dad. That version of her wasn’t perfect either, but when she wasn’t slagging him off she was a million times better than when they were together.
I left early evening and went home, waiting for the inevitable text to say Dad was home and all was well. By the time I pulled into my drive I had a message. Only it wasn’t from Mum and it was one that put a smile on my face. Damon: I’m randy as fuck, talk dirty to me.
Bugger off I’m busy, I replied with a huge grin on my face.
The following day, after a full day at work I was ready to collapse. Since the weekend when everything was as close to perfect as I was ever going to get, being bossed around by a jumped up prick and his pervert son, sent me spiralling into one of the worst moods.
But I’d made it through the day and kicked my shoes off as I walked towards my bedroom, discarding clothes along the way. I got halfway there and was in my skirt and spaghetti-strap base layer top when the doorbell went.
Of course I knew who it was. We had plans to meet up tonight but I thought it’d be later when I had a chance to change and neck a glass of something.
I’d missed him like crazy so I raced to the door, even though his timing was shit.
“You cannot be here right now!” I said, swinging the door open and holding him outside with a palm to the centre of his chest.
He gripped my wrist. “Why not?”
“Because you’ve given me no time at all. I’ve just got in and haven’t even showered.”
That was absolutely the wrong thing to say. His eyes lit on fire. “I can help you with that.”
“Damon…”
“It’s the perfect solution to both our problems.”
I glared. “How?”
“You’ll get washed and I’ll get inside you,” he said and released my wrist, trailing his hand down my stomach. “It’s been ages.”
“It’s been twenty-four hours.”
“Exactly. Ages.”
He stepped forwards, over the threshold and because I refused to move, his body pressed against mine. We were chest to chest, both breathing a touch heavier because of the contact. My heart thumped against my chest and my lips parted.
I wanted him to kiss me. I ached for his touch.
“So, are you going to let me in?” He asked.
“Looks like you’re already in to me.”
He arched his eyebrow. “You’d know it if I was in.”
I gulped. Yes I would.
“Damon,” I whispered emotionally and closed my eyes. “Please just take me.”
With my eyes shut all I could do was smell his aftershave and hear the sound of his breath. It did things to me that were so intense I thought my heart was going to implode.
After an agonising minute, I looked up. His eyes turned fierce as he watched me for a few seconds. Then he scooped me up in his arms, carried me to my room and did everything I asked. For a while I was whole again.
Nell
I sat on my sofa under a blanket watching in amusement as Chloe paced back and forth across my small living room. She was panicking. The wedding that they were so excited about, and she’d talked about constantly, was in less than two months.
“You’re going to wear a hole in my carpet,” I said, laughing as she stopped on the spot and glared.
“Chlo, you’ll be fine. You have a venue and have contacted someone to marry you. Nothing else matters, not really.”
She pouted. “I know but…”
“But you want to be a princess for a day?”
“Yeah.” Sighing, she sat down. “Does that make me a bad person?”
I shook my head. “Of course not. This is yours and Logan’s day and you can have what you like. As long as I get free wine I’m cool.”
Laughing, she threw a cushion at me and flopped back. “I’m spending fifteen thousand pounds of Logan’s savings, Nell. It’s his inheritance and I’m terrified he won’t like it.” A few months ago Logan’s great uncle died and because he had no children he left the money to Logan’s mum and her children.
I snorted. “You’re an idiot. He won’t care about the little details.”
“Exactly! So I should just have a register office ceremony and go back to the local.”
“You don’t want that and Logan won’t be happy that you’re not happy.”