5. Harmony
Harmony
“Just let me know if I hurt you okay,” I say.
Brooke’s short blonde hair was matted in the back. I couldn’t tell you the last time she had probably brushed it.
“You won’t hurt me. No one can,” she says cheerfully.
I pinch my brows together, confused by her enthusiasm. I guess being homeless and then sold into sex trafficking makes normal problems seem like nothing.
I brush out her hair as she tells me about her life.
“You know, my mom gave me away as a baby. She told my adoptive parents that her husband would be angry if he found out she had twin girls. So she kept my sister and gave me away.”
I stay quiet, just listening to her raspy voice.
“I wonder what my life would’ve been like if they didn’t give me up. My parents were good, but they both committed suicide when I was sixteen. I’ve been homeless ever since…”
I feel pressure building behind my eyes. I know the feeling too well. Being disowned from the perfect life. The only difference is that my parents are still alive. They just don’t want me.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Don’t be. I think everything happens for a reason.”
I let her words weigh heavily on my bones. If everything happens for a reason, then why did Damien survive?
Feeling overwhelmed, I stand and excuse myself. I need some water.
“I’m going to grab some water. Can I get you anything?” I ask.
“No. I’m okay. Thanks, though.”
I nod, exiting the room. Should I leave her alone? Probably not, but I don’t care at this moment. The room felt suffocating.
I walk down the hallway and enter the kitchen. Reese leans against the counter, scrolling on his phone.
I ignore him and walk over to the fridge, pulling out a cold bottle of water.
“You good?” He asks me mid-drink.
I swallow the cool liquid, glancing in his direction. He never asks if I’m “good”.
“Y-yeah. Why?”
He shrugs.
“You look different, Harmony…”
I nod.
“I am different.”
He closes the distance between us slightly.
“I know Damien can be…. a lot…”
I roll my eyes. Of course, he is a lot. He is fucking Damien. I turn to leave, and he places a soft hand on my shoulder, stopping me.
“Just listen… if you ever need help… just say the word.”
I look into his pleading eyes. He must really trust me, because if Damien found out about this, he would cut off his hand and shove it down his throat. And then burn him alive.
I nod.
“Okay…”
He releases my shoulder, and I walk back down the hall. I can feel his eyes boring holes into my back as I retreat.
What the fuck was that about?
* * *
“So, how long have you been with Midas?” Brooke asks.
“Well… It’s a weird timeline, really. Recently? About nine months. All together? Maybe four years.”
She nods.
“What about…”
My expression says it all—what the fuck?
“Reese? Excuse me?”
“How long has… Reese been with Midas? Like, as a personal assistant or whatever.”
God, where has my brain gone? Duh.
“Oh, um, they have been friends since they were kids. Also, call him Damien. We don’t need to inflate his ego.”
She nods, sitting cross-legged on the guest bedroom floor. A loud slam makes us both jump. Damien must be home.
“Stay here. I’ll come back after I greet him,” I say hurriedly.
Brooke nods.
I rush down the hallway and spot a happy-Damien. Relief washes over me. He’s not mad, just happy.
“There she is,” he greets with his arms wide open. I walk over to him, allowing him to embrace my body. He groans as he squeezes my ass.
“Reese. Monitor that bitch down the hall. I’ll get you when I’m done,” he calls out.
Reese lets out an annoyed sigh as he exits the room. I don’t miss the glance he gives me, though. One of desperation. One of understanding.
“We need to celebrate,” Damien whispers against my neck.
“Celebrate what?” I ask in a playful voice.
“Our new facility.” He kisses my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.
What new facility? I don’t ask him. He doesn’t like me to know too much.
“Congratulations, baby.” I kiss him back.
He crashes his lips to mine. I taste nothing but evil. His tongue invades my mouth eagerly, and I let him. I know what happens if I don’t.
He grips the back of my neck, squeezing it as he deepens his kiss. He grinds his erection against my stomach. Damien groans.
He breaks our kiss, his breathing heavy and unregulated.
“Fuck, babe.” He picks me up, hurling me over his shoulder, and he makes his way into the dining room.
He pushes all of the papers off of the table, letting them scatter on the floor below. The dining room has glass surrounding it on all sides. It’s basically a sun room.
He sets me down, twirling me to face the table.
“Face down,” he commands.
I obey, resting my face against the grainy wooden table. I stare out into the night sky, wondering what life would have been like if he did die.
He rips down my pants, trailing his fingers over my fold.
“I love it when you’re ready for me,” he says as he glides his finger inside of me. Stretching me.
“You’re always so wet for me… like a good fucking girl,” he praises.
I whimper. His words of praise have always had an effect on me. I just wish they didn’t. I wish he were someone else. Literally anyone else.
He removes his fingers, trailing my wetness up to my ass. He presses his finger in, and I let out a soft moan. Fuck him.
I push back against him, and a heavy hand slaps across my ass.
“So fucking eager,” he says in a feral tone. He removes his finger, and I hear the clanking of metal dropping to the floor.
His hard length presses against my pussy, as he slides in slowly.
Coating himself. He removes it and presses the tip against my ass.
He grips my hips firmly, and the burning sensation overwhelms me.
I feel the sting as he enters me. I let out a moan as he puts himself completely in. Fuck. It feels good.
He pounds into me harder, stretching my ass to accommodate him.
I feel my arousal running down my leg. He reaches his hand between my legs and rubs against my clit. His fast circles have me tipping over the edge.
Blackness lines my vision as stars dance across. Warmth builds in my core. I shudder as I reach my climax.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we have a problem,” Reese says from across the table. I look down the table, watching him as he leans against the doorway. I’m still shaking on the table from my orgasm.
“Can’t it fucking wait?” Damien says as he continues to slam into me. I let out another whimper.
Reese makes eye contact with me for a second, looking utterly annoyed.
“No,” he says dryly.
Damien pulls himself out of me and slides up his pants quickly.
“This better be fucking good. Come on.” Damien exits the room behind me as I lie on the table. Reese walks towards the exit, stopping once to let his eyes scan over my body.
Then he leaves.
I am left on the table. Feeling disgusted with myself.
I just know that if whatever Reese had to say wasn’t worth it, I’ll pay the price.