He banks his eyes on me, daring me. "You still want to challenge me?" He groans I cling to his hand, rejoicing as he thrusts his finger in and out of my pussy.
"You are a devil," I groan between heavy panting as the car comes to a stop.
He unbuckles his belt and pulls out his finger roughly, making me whimper as gushes over me.
"Then you should perhaps stop daring this devil, don't you think?" He queries me, me a kiss as he straightens my dress.
Damn! That was so freaking short, for my horny self's sake! He is a jerk! How dare he tease me this way?
"And you shouldn't tease me like that," I state.
He smirks!
"Sorry, baby. I will keep that in mind, and we will have all the time in the world for . But right now, how about I show you around your new workplace, huh? After , we can maybe sneak somewhere and have a steamy moment."
Ahem! Forget about that steamy moment for a minute. Did he say, my new workplace?
I jerk myself up, deflecting the sense of my throbbing pussy after that short-lived . We are in his motel. Shoot! Does that mean he is giving me a job?
"Aah, does this mean that I am hired? As what?" I lug my gaze to lock with his.
"Yes, I am now your boss." He winks. "I split the marketing team into two groups.
You will be in charge of one, while Damon will handle the other one."
My! Isn't he such a sweet darling? Can I chew his sugary lips right now? I mean, just thank-you kiss! He is too much. He is just a darling.
"Thank you. I won't let you down. Promise," I mumble, albeit with dirty thoughts.
"You have my full trust. You deserve this, Ellie! And it is also my first way of for being an asshole jerk."
Oh, that he indeed was. He made me hate him so much for those close to twenty-four . He made me see hell for those hours he was not with me. He made me the kind of emptiness that I had experienced. I was walking dead. Then , all that is in the past now. I forgave him. We have a fresh start now.
Looking at him, I notice that he has turned cold and is deeply lost in thought. Deeply , a sheer sense of guilt spread on his face. He looks like someone who is so and hates himself for what he did. I thought we were over that.
"First? Is there a second way?" I ask in confusion.
A small grin flickers on his lips. He nods his head, but says nothing, just gazing at me.
Why is he being weird and puckish again?
"Damian, you apologized, and I sincerely forgive you. It is already too much for you give me a job. Come on! You need not do anything." I reassure him, but he shakes head.
"There is still so much that I should, and I need, to do for you, Ellie.” His voice is and raw with firmness.
That sounds like a covenant he is making or something. Or one that he made and is determined to fulfill. But what for? I am really okay with this. His confession is enough. His love righted everything, including his reaction. I could imagine him out that he was not just living but had also fallen in love with the daughter of
Richard Riccaford. That must have been a real shock. I don’t know why he feels like is obliged to keep on apologizing.
"Like what? And why?" I ask.
He takes my hands in his, and after giving my palms a kiss each, he fixes his , cold eyes on me. There is this new sheer membrane in them. Something I 't explain. Is it fear? Is it determination? For what? I really don't know, but more makes me fearful.
"For what binds me to you, I am obliged to do a whole lot. Forgive me if I in one way another fail you, okay?" He pleads.
Riddles! Riddles! What does he mean?
"Why does this sound deeper than you explain? You don't need to do anything, ," I sincerely respond.
"Maybe what binds us is this deep. I am not forcing you to feel the depth of it now.
Just let me do this, please."
I shake my head. Maybe it is guilt from that overreaction incident that is pushing him do all that, which is not right. "You love me, Damian. That is the greatest gift I have ever asked for under this sun. That is enough for me. It is..."
"It is not enough for me, Ellie!” He cuts me off. “It is far from being enough!"
Riddle! Riddle! What is he so remorseful for? After everything he has done for me, ’t he overreacting? I mean, I already said I forgive him. I am not asking for and honestly, I don’t think I deserve more than he has given.
"Alright. You have apologized, and you have given me a job. What other burdens you taken upon yourself in the name of ‘what binds us together’?" I ask, feeling .
"It is not a burden either, Ellie!" He states.
Okay. So, all this is not about guilt. What then? "Okay. What are you up to after this, ? What is the second way? And I hope it is the last, because I won't accept more than that." I sound as deadly serious as I can ever be. He is being such sweet drama king for nothing, really.
"I won't tell you. I will make you see and feel." A mischievous wink augments my after the words leave his mouth.
What is he up to now, huh?!