Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Suddenly, a flash on the counter catches my eye, and I realize it’s Damon’s pen. I set it there before we began our session and with superhuman strength, I manage to push Will off me for a moment before grabbing the pen and pressing its emergency button frantically.
“Damon,” I cry. “Please help! Help!”
To my surprise, he responds immediately. Within seconds, the door bursts open and Damon’s there, huge, hulking, and dark with anger. Will stumbles away from me, staring in bafflement at the large, dark form that’s appeared out of nowhere.
“Who are you?” he stammers.
Damon glowers.
“What the fuck?” he shouts. “Who the fuck is buck naked with a hard-on during physical therapy? Get the hell away from her!” he roars. Meanwhile, I let out a relieved sob and slide down the wall until my butt hits the floor. My breast throbs where Will grabbed me, but as far as I can tell, I’m otherwise okay.
“Listen, man,” Will says in a trembling voice, holding his hands up. “Whatever you think you saw just now… I’ve got money. A ton of it. If you’ll keep this quiet—”
Damon doesn’t let him finish. He’s in front of him in seconds, moving so quickly he’s a blur. But he doesn’t hit Will. Instead, he merely hauls him up by the scruff of his neck, opens the door, and throws him out into the cold hospital hallway.
“My clothes!” Will screeches. “At least hand me my jeans!”
But Damon slams the door with a loud thwack, breathing heavily. Then he turns to me.
“Are you okay, honey?” he asks, dropping to one knee in front of me. “Did that asshole hurt you?”
I shake my head, raising my voice to be heard over Will’s embarrassed screams outside.
“Yes, I’m okay. Thank you.”
Meanwhile, my patient’s now banging on the door.
“Give me my clothes!” he shrieks. “People can see my dick out here!”
We ignore him.
“Oh, bunny,” Damon says, pulling me close to his broad chest. “I’m glad I got here in time.”
“Me too,” I whisper. My lower lip starts to tremble, and I throw my arms around this man. I almost can’t believe that he’s here, but when I press my face into his bronzed neck and smell the spicy scent of his male musk, I know that Damon’s real. Suddenly, I break down and sob, recent events overcoming me. This is the second time I’ve been harassed in a short while, and Damon rescued me both times. What if I’ve been wrong about everything? Perhaps this man is everything I need, and more.
12
Damon
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I hold Rachel close as she gives her statement to the police. As a former cop, I know how this process works: she puts in a complaint, and decides whether or not she wants to press charges. It’s an ugly process, and sometimes only re-traumatizes the victim.
But my girl is brave. Rachel’s face is pale and drawn as she huddles with a blanket around her shoulders, but her voice is steady as she describes what happened in that exam room. To be honest, I can hardly believe the gall of that douchebag. Hasn’t he heard of the #MeToo movement? How did he think he was going to get away with it?
Obviously, I’m hardly objective, but the whole situation is such a clusterfuck. Coming in to see Rachel trembling against the wall like that had my blood boiling. I wanted to kill that fucker, but the knowledge that Rachel would witness even more of my dark side made me stop. Instead, I merely hauled that fucker’s ass outside, butt-naked and scrawny. I got a glimpse of his dick, and it was limp, weak, and hardly thicker than a pencil. I’d be embarrassed if people saw that dangling between my legs too.
But now, Rachel’s done giving her statement and we leave the station. I escort her to my truck in the parking lot, and help her into the passenger seat before driving in silence back to my apartment. When we get there, she immediately heads into the bathroom and turns on the water to start a hot shower.
Like a good boyfriend, I lay out a clean towel, one of my t-shirts, and a pair of sweatpants on the mattress of my king-size. Then, I heat some chicken noodle soup for her, but when I take the hot bowl into the bedroom, she’s already tucked under the covers and fast asleep. Gently, I set the soup down and press a kiss to her forehead. She looks exhausted, although still extremely beautiful, and with a tired sigh, I get in bed next to her and let my eyes close for just a moment.
A moment turns into the entire night, and the next morning, I startle awake. Holy shit, Rach is here. She’s still sleeping soundly next to me, curled up against my warmth like a tiny kitten. I play with her curls a bit, wrapping one ringlet around my finger and debate waking her with a kiss. But then, I decide to let her get some more beauty sleep because yesterday was incredibly difficult, to put things lightly.