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“I know you don’t want me here. I get it, I reallllyyyyy do. I can leave in the morning. It’s fine - I’m - I’m fine,” she stutters, ripping a piece of my heart in theprocess.
“Like fuck you are.”
She staggers forward, her hand to her mouth. Cursing under my breath, I rush forward and scoop her up. She melds perfectly against me, and I can’t trick myself into believing she is anything but a full-grown woman.
A beautiful woman at that.
Shit. Focus, Damon. Get her to the bathroom.
I try not to take notice of her body, her round tits or phat ass.
I. Am. SO. Going. To. Hell.
As soon as I settle her near the toilet bowl, she hurls into it like she’s been waiting for days to let it all out.
I take no notice. The only thing I focus on is holding her purple hair back and trying to soothe her. I have no idea what happened at the club, but something tells me it didn’t go the way she planned.
Fifteen minutes later, and after washing her face down with a wet cloth, and reluctantly taking off her spewed-on shirt, I slip one of mine on her and try not to look at the black lace bra she has on. I carry her to Arrie’s room. Before I lay her down, she curls into my chest, gripping onto my skin. I don’t think she’s realised I’m naked, and I’m definitely not about to make that fact known.
Through half lidded eyes, she glances up at me and tries to focus. I lay her down and pull the blankets up.
“Just hold me, if only for a little while.”
Hesitating, I tuck Dottie in and look at her. The moonlight shimmers in through my French doors, the breeze billowing in and blowing her hair out of her face.
She looks like a broken angel, and I just want to be her saviour, which is stupid. I can’t even save myself, let alone another human being. I wrestle with myself for a few more minutes before doing something I know I shouldn’t do.
Pulling on my boxers, I give in to her demand.
I’ll hold her, even though it is reckless and stupid -dangerous. Even when I feel a tinge of guilt when I think of Blossom. How is it I’m in this position, when I’ve kept myself in control and in check for so long?
Propping myself up with my hand, I look down at her. I’m going to have to put an end to whatever this is before anything else happens.
I love my daughter, and I don’t want to hurt her. And this? This would gut her.
I push her hair behind her ear, and she lets out a cute little snore. Her lips are slightly parted, and I fight to not touch her any more than I already am.
She’s under the covers, and I’m on top, but tell that to my aching fucking cock. I watch her for way too long to be appropriate, hating what I have to say to her in the morning.
Everything is so fucking messed up, and I regret coming back, but it needed to happen. Kerry-Anne finally signed the divorce papers, after ten fucking years, and I just need this shit finalised so I can finally close this never-ending chapter in my life.
She wanted money—my damn workshop—and even though I was thinking with my dick when we first started screwing around, my father’s words echoed in my mind.
You’ve adopted Arrie, and you’re about to marry Kerry–Anne. If she really loves you, then she’ll sign the damn prenup, Damon.
If she cheated on me, she got fuck all.
Shaking my head from the memories, I release a leaden sigh. Everything feels heavy and I can feel it seep deep into my skin. The last thing I remember before I pass out, is whispering in the dark.
Someone else is going to have to be your saviour, Little Dottie.
Chapter Ten
DOTTIE
My head fucking hurts.
“What the actual fuck?” I groan, trying to roll away from the light I can see through my cracked lids.
