Page 71 of Fragile Twisted Vows
“Use me how you want to,” he says and I sigh as he hits a spot inside of me that has my head tilting back to look at the ceiling.
“So tight. So fucking perfect,” he praises and I know right then I’m going to come fast.
I start to shake around him, but before I burst, he pulls me down to claim my mouth in yet another all-consuming kiss.
He doesn’t need to say I love you then.
I feel it all right here in his lips. I feel it when he comes with me. I feel it when he holds me after, when he wakes me up again to make love to me soft and slow. I feel it when we drift off sometime before sunrise, when he holds me against his body tightly, shielding me away from the world.
And the parts that kept this side of him from me.
* * *
The next morning, I awake, still in Damien’s bed. His body is curled around mine and I smile against his forearm as his snores vibrate against my spine.
My stomach growls and I realize I never ate last night, or really at all yesterday.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand and open up a food delivery app. I search for the closest coffee shop and order two coffees for us and a box of delicious looking pastries that I spend way too long looking at. Once the order is placed, I rest my head against his arm and I inhale his scent and soak up every bit of this moment.
As the first light of dawn filters through the curtains, I find myself wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. His arms are around me, holding me close, and I can hear the steady rhythm of his breathing. The rising sun casts a soft glow over the room, and everything feels peaceful and right. In this quiet moment, there’s no need for words—just the gentle reassurance of his presence and the shared intimacy of our embrace. The world outside may be waking up, but for now, all that matters is this tender connection, the perfect start to a new day.
Time passes and peace overtakes me until my phone vibrates against my chest.
The delivery driver alerts that the order has arrived downstairs. I sigh and leave the bed as quietly as possible, shifting beneath the sheets before I slide out and away from Damien, who is snoring loudly on his bed. I look around for clothes and only find something of his. It’s his suit jacket from last night. I slide it on and it drops to my knees as I wrap it around me and inhale his whiskey scent. There’s a faint smell outside of that, something more…feminine. Something familiar.
I know he told me he had a meeting at Fleur de Femme yesterday, so that’s probably it. However, as I walk from his room upstairs down to the front door, I can’t shake the triggering feeling that this faint scent gives me.
I slip on my flats near the door and make my way to the lobby. When I grab the order from the driver, I turn and realize that I am face to face with my sister.
“Megan…” I gasp, her eyes narrowed as she glares at me on the sidewalk, wearing nothing but her ex-husband’s suit jacket.
Her eyes lock on the engagement ring on my finger and I know right then and there that I am fucked.
“What are you doing here?” I ask and she scoffs at me.
“It’s downtown Manhattan, Lucille. I’m walking,” she growls, and it’s a lie.
She’s loitering outside of her ex-husband’s business.
“The real question is, what are you doing here, little sister?” She sneers and I know then that I’m caught.
There is no running, no hiding.
I have to face the truth. Right here on the Manhattan sidewalk.
Or rather, the lie.
I don’t know why, but my free hand slides inside of the pocket and presses the side button of my new phone, starting a video immediately in my pocket.
Why do I feel the need to record my older sister speaking to me? Is it because she’s conniving? Or because I have to tell Damien about this immediately and show him the recording so that he knows I’m not lying this time?
Either way, I’m fucking uncomfortable.
Either way, I have to start lying now anyways.
Why is shame filling me?
“We’ve been having an affair since that night he saved me on campus,” I lie, my bottom lip trembling as I speak. “He picked me up from the hospital that night and we’ve been inseparable ever since. He proposed to me last year, we had to wait until you finalized the divorce.” Lie, lie, lie. I find that’s all I ever do since I’ve been in Damien’s world.
