Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Yeah, she knew it was Damien, even if no names had been said. He had already said he’d hurt anyone that touched her, that he’d find out who had messed with her.
He’d delivered on that promise, but Hayden was right. She didn’t want violence answering violence. “I’ll talk to you later, Hayden.” She hung up the phone and stood there for a moment just thinking about what was going on.
Did she care that asshole was in the hospital? No, not at all, but the fact she was the cause of it didn’t sit well with her.
Maybe she contradicted herself because she had told Hayden she didn’t care that someone had kicked his ass, and now she wanted to talk to Damien about it.
But she wanted him to know she wasn’t about to have a relationship where he used force to make it known she wasn’t to be messed with. Unfortunately she would have to wait until after work, and this was going to be the longest day of her life.
She hoped Damien could understand where she was coming from, because it was early in their relationship, and she wanted everything out in the open for both of them.
12
Danika had planned on seeing Damien after work anyway. After she spoke to Hayden about that asshole that attacked her in the bathroom, and how he was now in the hospital, she had to speak to Damien herself.
Just knowing that he might have been the one to hurt that prick had her this jittery mess. It wasn’t that she didn’t think the man deserved it, but that Damien had been the one to deliver that beat-down.
He had told her that he was going to take care of whoever hurt her, that he’d find out one way or another who the guy was that harmed her.
She hadn’t thought much about it, because she hadn’t known the man’s name. But now she stared at Damien as he stood in the doorway of his cabin.
The fierceness and determination that covered his handsome, rugged face showed her he would never stop until he had delivered on that promise.
She wanted to just ask him even though she knew without a doubt he’d been the one to go after the asshole. And although she’d never been one for confrontation, she also wanted to make some things clear with Damien.
“We need to talk,” she said and walked into his home. His cabin was gorgeous, although small, but it was intimate and she knew for what Damien wanted—solitude and isolation—it fit the job.
“I can smell that you’re upset,” he said without a hint of worry or anger in his voice. He shut the door, and she turned and faced him. “What’s wrong?” He crossed his big arms over his chest, and for a second all she could do was stare at the way his shirt tightened around his biceps and chest, outlining his muscles.
He was quite the male specimen, but she couldn’t allow her libido or emotions get the better of her right now.
“Did you go after that guy that attacked me back at the party last week?” She wasn’t angry in the sense she was going to bitch at him, or scold him for beating up a guy that was so much younger and weaker than he was.
The truth was a part of her liked the fact someone had wanted to avenge her because she’d been hurt. She felt this warmth at the idea that he had wanted to find out who had touched her, and teach them a lesson on the repercussions of touching what was his.
She’d never been in a situation like this, in a relationship that was all-consuming.
“Yes,” he said with no emotion in his voice at all. He moved away from the door and walked over to the kitchen to grab two glasses from the cupboard, and a bottle of whiskey. After he poured both shot glasses, he held one out to her.
“No, thanks.” She watched as he tossed both shots back, while staring at her the entire time.
“If you want me to feel sorry about beating that punk’s ass I won’t, Danika.” He placed his hands on the counter, and this rough note in his voice told her that he felt no remorse over his actions. “And I’d do it again with anyone that thought they could put their hands on you.”
She shook her head, set her purse on the couch, and breathed out. “Listen, Damien, this is all so new to me. I’m still trying to get my head wrapped around the idea that I’m your mate, and that this is a lifelong journey we are going to be on together.”
He didn’t move, didn’t speak, but his amber colored gaze held hers as if he had his arms wrapped tightly around her, causing her to be immobile.