Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Damien
I stood there, buried inside her, trying to regain my breath.
It was the second time today that I fucked her, and both times were exceptional.
While I was at the office, I couldn’t stop thinking about our morning romp, and my cock craved her even more.
I pulled out of her, took her hand, and helped her off the pool table.
Shit. I had never had sex on this pool table.
I never wanted to with any woman. But with her, it was all I envisioned.
I removed the condom and threw it in the trash.
She looked exhausted, so I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.
I climbed in next to her, and she snuggled against me while her head lay on my chest.
“I’m so tired,” she softly spoke.
“Go to sleep.” I kissed the top of her head.
As soon as she was asleep, I climbed out of bed, threw on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, and headed to my bar for a glass of bourbon. My intercom went off, and I saw Scott standing there when I walked over and pressed the button.
“Bro, can I come up?”
“Of course. I’m in the media room.”
As soon as I walked back, I heard the elevator ding, and Scott stepped into the media room, holding a black duffle bag.
“Again?” I cocked my head.
“Yep. We got into this huge fight, and she kicked me out for the night and told me to stay with you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “What was it about this time?”
“I don’t even really know. I was sitting on the couch watching the game, and she was talking to me, and I just kept agreeing with everything she said.
Before I knew it, she accused me of putting the game before her and kicked me out.
She told me not to come back until I appreciated her. ” He rolled his eyes.
“Well, you can stay here, but there’s something you need to know first.”
“What?”
“London is staying here.”
“Excuse me?” He arched his brow. “How did that happen?”
“Long story short. I went to her apartment yesterday because I didn’t like her attitude with me over text.
A pipe had burst in the wall, and about two inches of water covered the place.
She was going to go to a hotel, so I told her she could stay with me for a couple of nights until she found a new Airbnb to stay at. ”
“Seriously?” His brows furrowed. “You don’t do shit like that.”
“I stood her up yesterday at the Empire State Building, and she did do me that favor for Bradbury, so I thought I could at least let her stay in one of the guestrooms to repay the favor.”
“Damn, Damien. I can honestly say that I’m really shocked right now. That was—that was really nice of you.”
“Stop.” I put my hand up. “It’s only for a couple of nights.”
“Where is she now?”
“Asleep in my bed.”
“Excuse me?” His brow arched again.
“We had sex this morning and again just a little bit ago.”
“You’re fucking her now?”
“I am a man, and she’s a beautiful woman. I have needs, and she was here and willing.”
A sly smile crossed his face, and I knew damn well what he was thinking.
“No!” I pointed at him. “I am not. It’s just sex.”
“Okay. If you say so. I need a drink, man. Double bourbon on the rocks.”
We sat up and talked until midnight, and then he went into one of the other guestrooms, and I went to bed. When I walked into the bedroom, London opened her eyes.
“Oh my god, what time is it?”
“It’s midnight,” I spoke as I climbed in next to her.
“Shit. I slept that long?”
“Obviously, you needed it.”
She began to get out of bed, and I stopped her by grabbing hold of her hand.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my room.”
“You can stay here. You don’t have to go back to your room.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes. It’s late.” She snuggled against me and laid her head on my chest. I nearly lost my breath. “By the way, Scott is here. He’s staying the night.”
“Why?” She lifted her head and looked at me.
“Madison kicked him out again. It happens at least every three months. They get into a fight, and she makes him come here.”
London let out a light laugh. “Then I shall make you both pancakes tomorrow morning.” She grinned.
“Sounds good. But make sure you’re dressed and not in your nightshirt when he’s around.”
“Deal.” She laid her head back on my chest.
The next morning, my alarm buzzed, and after I shut it off, I rolled over and stared at the empty space where London lay all night. I showered and got ready for work, and when I walked into the kitchen, I found her and Scott laughing.
“Good morning.” London smiled.
“Morning.” I walked over to the coffee machine and made a cup of coffee.
“Damien, look. She made a smiley face on my pancakes. My mom used to do that for me when I was a kid,” Scott spoke with excitement.
I took a seat at the island next to Scott and London set a plate of pancakes down in front of me.
“The two Airbnb’s I inquired about emailed me back this morning. The one is no longer available, but the other one is.”
“And where is that one located?” I asked.
“Harlem.”
“Hell no. You can forget it. You are not staying in Harlem.”
“Damien’s right, London. You don’t want to stay there, especially by yourself.”
“I appreciate both of your concerns, but I can take care of myself.”
“You are not staying there. End of discussion,” I spoke in a firm voice.
“It’s the only place I found that I can afford.”
“Gee, I wonder why?” I cocked my head at her. “If there’s nothing else, you’ll just have to stay here until you leave on your next adventure.”
Scott quickly turned his head and looked at me with a shocked expression.
“You really want me to stay here?” she asked.
“Why not? It’s free. Save the money you’d spend on an Airbnb and use it for wherever you’re off to next.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll keep looking.”
“Why, when you can have all this? We seem to be getting along just fine. There’s no reason for you to leave right now.”
“I don’t know, Damien. I think it’s best I leave.”
I finished my pancakes and looked at her as I got up and took my plate to the sink.
“You’re staying put—end of discussion. You’re safe here, and that’s how it will stay. I have to get to the office. Come on, Scott.”
He followed me to the elevator, and the moment we stepped inside and the doors shut, he smacked my arm.
“I knew it. You are falling for her.”
“No, I’m not. The city can be cruel, and she has a place to stay without worry, and I can have sex every day if I want it.”
“Jesus Christ, Damien. Just admit it. Come on. I’m your friend and your partner. When Katherine told you she was going to Italy alone, you told her to have a great time. You wouldn’t even go with her.”
“London is different,” I spoke as we walked out of the elevator.
“Yeah. She’s different, all right. You have feelings for her and don’t want her to leave. But I got news for you, buddy. She’s leaving in a month, regardless of what you say. Staying in New York isn’t her plan.”
“I know. At least I’ll get a month’s worth of sex out of the deal.” I smirked.