A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows Book 1)

11. Damon

“You are such an asshole!”Misty shouts the second I release her arm out the back of the club. She’s all fire and damnation right now. Pink hair wild around her shoulders, eyes flashing. If it wasn’t for the hint of hurt in her eyes, I’d enjoy pissing her off all the time.

I open my passenger door and gesture to her. “It’s time to go.”

“Are you kidding me right now? I’m not going anywhere with you.” Her arms are crossed in front of her, and she’s practically levitating with agitation. She’s stunning when she’s raring for a fight, and I only have so much willpower.

I close the distance between us and lean in so only she can hear me. “You can either get in the car, or I’m going to drag you back into my private room and fuck the fight out of you.” I lean back, smirking when her pupils dilate, but there’s nothing sweet about it. I mean every fucking word. “Your choice.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Can’t I? Do you really think if I get you alone, you wouldn’t beg for my cock? Just like you did earlier.”

Her hand smacks into my face with a loud crack, and the sting has my dick twitching and me closing the distance between us. I grab her wrists and pin them behind her back in one hand. If she keeps this up, I’m going to forget all of my carefully crafted plans and lock her in my room until she agrees to marry me. My dick grows harder at the thought, and I give her hands a sharp tug, drawing a gasp from her perfect lips, swollen from our kiss. I tilt my head and warn, “I’m dead serious, Nymph. What’s it going to be?”

She scans my face, eyes darkening, and her tongue slips out to wet her bottom lip. I wonder if she knows her expression gives her thoughts away.

I run my thumb along the curve of her jaw, stopping just below her ear. She tilts her head back, opening herself to me, and I have to restrain myself from capturing her mouth in a kiss.

I repeat softer. “What is it going to be?”

She snaps out of it, seeming to process her current situation. Hands pinned behind her back, chest pressed up against mine, and me towering over her. She looks around frantically and spots a familiar car pulling up.

Nicholas steps out. “I’m sorry, boss.”

He’s lucky he has years of loyalty behind him. He had one job, and he fucked it up. By the way he’s looking at me, he knows exactly what’s coming for him, but before I can say anything, Misty cuts in.

“I’ll go with him.”

I rear back. “What?”

“Listen to me, Damon. Unless you’re going to physically restrain me, I am not getting in your car.” She pauses and watches as I tilt my head, running my tongue along my top teeth. Does she know how appealing that sounds?

“But you’ll get in Nicholas’s car?”

“Yes.”

I look at the man in question, who’s smart enough to take a step back. I’m known for my cool, impenetrable exterior, but there’s nothing rational about my thoughts now. She’s triggered something inside me that doesn’t seem to give a shit that his literal job is driver.

“Damon.” My attention snaps to Matthias, who’s leaning against the brick wall beside the exit door. “Let Nicholas take her home. We’ve got things to do.”

Reality seeps back in, and some of the charge leaves the air. I expect Misty to be scared, but she’s watching me with attention. I loosen my grip finger by finger, in no hurry to let her go, but she stays in place, even when I’m no longer holding her there.

“Mr. Everette, I resign.” She startles at her own words, fear lancing her face. Her mouth drops open in shock at what she’s said.

I breathe through the need to demand to know what scared her because I don’t think it’s me. “Not until I’m married, Miss Hart. That’s your job. Then you can do whatever you want to.”

Her head tilts, and her brows pinch together as if she’s trying to read between my words. Come on, Nymph. Figure it out.

“You can’t do that!” Her brows pull together. “I’ll get another job.”

Anger flashes through me. “Not in my city.”

“Why?” she pleads, confused desperation filling her voice.

I step back, hating the distance between us, but if I don’t let her go now, I won’t be able to stop. “Nicholas, take her home. Don’t lose her again.”

“I won’t, boss. I swear,” Nicholas replies, remorse in his tone. Misty doesn’t waste any time climbing into the back seat.

I don’t say it’s okay because it’s not.

“One last chance,” I warn.

“Yes, sir.” He closes the door, Misty disappearing behind it.

Matthias stands silently until they disappear around the corner and follows me into my car. He’s known me long enough to know I need time to calm down. I trail Nicholas, not bothering to hide it. I doubt Misty’s paying attention, and I’m not ready to have her out of my sight.

We pull up to her place, and my eyes trail after her as she struggles to unlock the apartment door. “Fix that.”

“Oh, so you’re talking to me now?” Matthias responds.

“Can you fix the door or not?”

“Yes I can fix the fucking door.” He doesn’t look up from where he’s typing on his phone. “I’ll have someone manning it before the morning.”

“Good.”

I pull up the camera feed and watch Misty make her way up the stairs. She looks exhausted, all the fight seeped out of her, and I hate that I can’t go to her yet.

“So, let me get this straight. Your girl comes to your club to hook up with somebody else.” Matthias ignores my growl and keeps going. “Then you pick her up, throw her over your shoulder, and carry her through the bar. I wiped our cameras and everyone’s phones. You’re welcome.”

I nod. The press would have a field day if that got out. It would have been an appealing way to force her hand, but I’d probably kill someone if they printed anything negative about her.

Matthias continues. “Then you get jealous of your driver, who’s been with you the last fifteen years and is happily married.And now you’re sitting outside her front door fucking watching her on your personal feed?”

I settle into my seat, ready to spend all night here, just in case my little vixen decides she’s going to take another late-night trip. “Do you have a point?”

“Only that I find it absolutely hilarious to see you like this. Please continue.”

My eyes dart to him, but any anger I’m going to lash out with dies at the smirk on his face. I should have found him sooner. It’s the happiest I’ve seen him in a while, and since I have no plans on stopping myself, there’s no reason he can’t enjoy it.

“She’ll come around,” I say.

“I don’t know, Dam. She looked pretty pissed. Didn’t you learn you aren’t supposed to have to restrain them? Hell, girls should be begging for your cock right now after Grandfather’s announcement.”

He’s not wrong, but the answer is simple. “They aren’t her.”

He huffs out a breath and leans his head back on the headrest. “Fine. What did you do to piss her off?”

“Refused to extend her visa.”

His head snaps up. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because now I have the leverage to make her marry me. It’ll at least give the semblance she had a choice.”

“Poor girl’s going to be pissed.”

“Wife. My wife is going to be pissed at me.” I smirk, loving the way that sounds.