Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
His mother knew about them now, and as she liked Angie, it finally dawned on him that now she'd really leave him alone; she wouldn't try her damn matchmaking skills anymore.
And that had to be a good thing.
So why did he still feel as if he had acid burning in his stomach that wouldn't go away?
He continued to contemplate the matter. Maybe it had worked out. Maybe he'd had nothing to be upset about to begin with. The dude had been gay. But Damian had had thirty minutes to stew after his brother's phone call and warning. He'd had half an hour to imagine the worst-case scenario, which was Angie, with another man.
The burn in his stomach intensified. He tried to breathe it out. As he parked the car and followed Angie upstairs, he tried to reason with himself. It had been a simple misunderstanding. A miscommunication. That was all. She hadn't done anything wrong, she hadn't been unfaithful in any way.
So why the hell was he so keyed up?
Deep down, he knew the answer. It was because he didn't have the right. He didn't have a one-hundred percent, no questions asked, no holes barred, absolute, unequivocal right to Angie's thoughts. To her body. To her person.
And that's what he wanted.
That's what the fuck he wanted with her.
And there was only one way he was going to get it.
So, he'd start work on that problem tomorrow. But for now, it had been four days since he'd had her alone. Four days since he'd held her naked. Four days since he'd pushed inside and demanded her complete surrender.
Yeah. Fuck yeah. Everything else could wait. He wanted what he wanted and he wanted it now.
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He was acting like he was still pissed but Angie didn't think he was. But he was definitely behaving differently.
She'd expected him to follow her up to her apartment and lay down his ultimatum that she move in with him. She knew that was what he wanted, but that wasn't what he seemed interested in at the moment.
Granted, it had been four days since they'd seen each other.
She had a clear view from where she stood at the dinette as he shut and bolted the front door. He reached down and pulled the polo over his head and tossed it aside. Her eyes dropped to the ridges of his abdomen and she sucked in a breath. He kept getting hotter every freakin' day.
He pushed off his shoes and socks, and pulled the belt from around his waist, letting it drop to the floor. Without taking his eyes from her, he crossed the few steps until he was in standing directly in front of her. Encircling her wrist with his fingers, he pulled her into the bedroom and over to the bed.
Angie licked her lips as fire swept through her body. "You've got a one-track mind tonight, don't you?"
"I don't know, do I?" he asked softly, almost dangerously.
She swallowed deeply and nodded her head.
Reaching for her hips, he lifted her dress to her waist and pulled her panties down and off. Tossing them aside, he tipped her chin up with one finger. "Let's talk about what you did tonight. We'll start with the good shit." His eyes held hers as he ran his fingers into her hair, in a clasp that held her captive. "I've thought this through and I realize you were alone with him because of what my mother did. She'd been throwing women at him the entire night, right?"
When Angie nodded her head, he continued, "So you were comforting him, because you were the only one who knew he was gay, is that right?"
She cleared her throat. "Yeah, pretty much. I was also telling him that his father already knows about his sexuality. I sort of figured out that Caiden didn't think his father knew he was gay and I was, you know, breaking the news to him."
"Well, that was a compassionate thing to do," he said, after a pause, but in a monotone voice.
"I think so," she said with a hint of defensiveness. "I had to debate about it for a bit."
Damian continued, "So I want you to know that I appreciate how sweet you are. What a good person you are--"
Angie could feel it coming. "But?"
"But, the thing is, I don't give a rat's ass if he's gay. Granted, the fact that he's gay is the only thing that saved him from going to the emergency room tonight, but as far as you're concerned, you can't be alone with him. Him or any other gay man. You got that?"
"Why?" she questioned.
"Why?" he asked as if he hadn't heard her correctly.
"Yes, why?"
His fingers tightened in her scalp. "Because gay men have penises. They have balls." His voice hardened, "Too many of them are bisexual. Trust me, if any woman in the world could turn a gay man straight, it would be you, baby."