Chapter 64 Going with the Tide
POV Damian:
"Scarlett?" She's trying to speak. Is she in pain? If she's in pain, why are her eyes looking at me as if she doesn't know who I am? "Why are you looking at me as if you don't know me?" I ask, confused. "The doctor said you spent the night trying to say my name, that's why I came... I... Shit, do you know who I am or not?" Damn, her face changes. She looks angry. "You're looking at me as if you want to cuss me out... Oh, fuck, is that what you're doing in your thoughts?" She wouldn't be calling me a... No, of course not. "Are you calling me an asshole?" She smiles. The motherfucker flashes the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. "Perfect. That's perfect."
I step back, trying to understand what's happening here. Pacing back and forth, I come to the conclusion that maybe she's confused. The doctor said she had a collapse; the confusion could be because of that. Better to call the doctor to see her. We can't regress now that she was so close to being discharged. I can't take anything else from Scarlett and Aria. I refuse. Whatever I can do to make up for everything both of them lost because of me, I will do.
"Fi... Fil... Ba... Bab..." I turn around quickly. Scarlett's eyes are shooting daggers at me. Was she going to call me a son of a bitch and an asshole? Does that mean she's back? My feisty girl is back?
"Try to say 'Damian,' you don't try. Now 'son of a bitch' and 'asshole,' you give it your best shot, don't you?" I start laughing, feeling my chest lighter. "I want to know if you're okay. Liam is feeling very guilty. We don't need to talk about what he told you; the doctor even advised us to leave it be. We can't force you. All that matters to me now is knowing you're okay. Did your memories come back? Did they come back, Scarlett?" Scarlett stays silent, looking around. Better not to force it. "You don't need to answer now. Just relax. As soon as you're home, we'll help you with everything. We've set up the house to make it comfortable for you..."
"Sh... shu... shut... up." The feisty girl inside this sassy little thing raises her hand, showing me the middle finger. She's beautiful when she's being feisty with me. I love her. I fucking love this woman. "You... you... ba... ba... bastard mouth."
For her to treat me like this... does it mean? My eyes widen. She remembered! Scarlett knows who I am. With a happiness that cannot be contained, I move towards her, cover her mouth with mine in a need that borders on pain. A need for her. A need for us. My tongue doesn't ask; it demands, demands the surrender of hers. Her taste explodes in my mouth like the best taste in the world. My cock hardens, throbs, begs for relief. A relief only she can give me. I need to touch her.... Fuck! What a pain, son of a bitch! I pull away from Scarlett with a tremendous pain in my tongue. She bit me! The son of a bitch bit me. I try to assess the damage while shooting daggers at her with my eyes.
"What the fuck, Scarlett!" My speech is slurred; my tongue has small tooth marks. "Feisty bitch!" I close my eyes, trying to calm the fury that awoke inside me. "As soon as you're out of here, I will spank you and torture you with my tongue, with my cock, and you can be fucking sure I'll use my fingers to explore your asshole that keeps winking, wanting to swallow my cock, just like your feisty little mouth did." Her eyes widen, her mouth opens, and none of it moves me. "And don't look at me with that shocked face. Wasn't it you who was begging to suck my cock? Well then, you will suck and drink every last drop." I decree.
"Wh... Who... Who... are... you?" Her eyes are terrified.
"You don't know who I am?" I ask, not wanting to think that... Scarlett shakes her head. "Do the names Liam, Ethan, and Noah mean anything to you?" Another shake of her head. I close my eyes, trying to control my breathing, but failing miserably.
Ah, fuck, not this shit again!
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POV Scarlett:
I don’t know what’s happening, but if there’s one thing I learned from a very young age, it’s to adapt to change. My father was always a very harsh man with me; I always had to mold myself to his wishes, his choices, and his damned expectations of me. Because of that, I learned to go with the flow—to yield and protect myself, to avoid putting my dreams and desires at risk, even if it meant doing everything he wanted. Many times, I killed my own dreams to live his, because I knew that one day I would live the life I chose for myself.
And it’s with that in mind, while looking at the man in front of me who still seems surprised by my denial, that I decide to go with the current. First, I’ll have to yield—then I’ll figure out what’s going on, and only then will I be free to live the way I want. Staring at the man before me, I force a laugh—a laugh that makes him believe I was joking, that of course I remember who he is.
I need to understand the ground I’m standing on.
“Hi… Damian.” I say, still keeping a smile on my lips. His brow furrows, and my smile widens. “Go… got… you.”
He smiles—in fact, he starts laughing—and the sound makes my body tremble with… shit, it’s happiness. I’m happy to see him smile.
“You little brat,” he says, coming closer to me. “What am I supposed to do with you?”
He sits beside me and holds my face between his hands. “So, you remembered everything? Do you remember us?”
His expectation while he waits for my answer tightens something in my chest. For some reason, lying to him bothers me—a lot more than it should.
“Ye… yes.” I lie, and the tightness deepens.
Looking at his smile, a blurred image of him with three men flashes through my mind. I close my eyes, not knowing what it means. Do I really know them?
Looks like I’ll have to find out.