Chapter 68 Lesson Learned, Fucking Hell
POV Damian:
We knew what we were getting into, and we know Scarlett can be a fucking tease when she wants to be. A brat who won’t spare any effort to drive me insane—fuck. And why did I think she’d act differently? What made me believe what happened with Madison would just slide? I don’t know. Honestly, I must have forgotten the lunatic I’m in love with. Looking at Scarlett, covered in foam inside my bathtub, I think I underestimated the woman because she’s in a wheelchair.
“You know, Damian, I’ve been thinking about your little antics today, and I came to a conclusion.” The bitch didn’t even say hello. She just took over my bathtub like she owns it. “You need a lesson.”
What the fuck is she talking about?
“A lesson?” I asked, loosening my tie.
“Mm-hm, a lesson.” Why is she treating me like a kid who needs to be corrected? “You were a real asshole earlier.”
“I was an asshole? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
She shook her head.
“Want to go over the highlights?” She raised one finger. “You forgot your wallet at the hotel, God knows why.” The second finger she makes a point of raising, because of course it’s the damn middle finger. “You had that woman show up here on the best day of my life.” She narrowed her eyes, lifting a third finger. “You walked her to the car, leaving us so I could see Aria for the first time. You weren’t there, and I want to know why.”
Because of guilt. Because I don’t feel like Aria’s father… In truth, I’m not her father. I wanted to believe I was, but I’m not and I never will be. I couldn’t stand being there. I couldn’t handle witnessing everything you lost because of me. She doesn’t know who you are because of me—my fault, Scarlett. Mine, and only mine.
“Scarlett, you were rude to her, and you were in good company with my brothers…”
“Damian, what an asshole you are.” She started laughing. “So, I was in good company with your brothers and that’s why your presence wasn’t necessary?” she asked, rubbing foam over her breasts. How did she even get into my bathtub? “If your presence wasn’t necessary in one of the best moments of my life, answer me this: in what moment would I want your presence now?”
Scarlett is challenging me to answer. She’s upset, and knowing that feels like shit. Is there ever a moment I don’t screw up with her? Definitely not. Hearing her words kills me. I thought I was doing the right thing then, but I couldn’t have been more wrong—or more fucked.
“I’m sor—”
“Don’t apologize to me.” She cut me off, her voice sharpening. “As far as I know, Damian, people apologize when they regret something they did. Do you regret leaving me to walk into the meeting I’ve been dreaming about since I remembered her with only three of the four fathers of my daughter, just to go escort a woman who isn’t yours?” I swallowed hard. A punch would’ve hurt less.
“Scarlett…”
“No, I don’t want to hear you.” She gathered her hair up on top of her head, leaving the fucking neck I’m dying to bite exposed.
“The only thing I want right now is to be fucked properly, because I deserve it after all the stress I went through because of you.” My cock throbbed, really wanting to fuck her.
“That I can do.” I grinned, squeezing my cock over my pants.
“Of course you can.” She mocked me with that bratty way she has. “But your presence is unnecessary for this moment.” She bit her lower lip, daring me to contradict her. “Liam, Ethan, and Noah, you can come in. I’m ready.” I turned when I heard footsteps approaching.
Where the hell were they hiding?
Liam, Noah, and Ethan walked into the bathroom and barely looked at me. Their eyes are locked on the naked woman in the bathtub. She crooks her finger at Noah, and my brother comes closer, sitting on the edge of the tub. Scarlett caresses him, her mouth a few inches from his. Before kissing him, she fixes her eyes on me.
“Why don’t you go keep that Madison company?” she asked, sticking out her tongue. Noah didn’t take long to suck it.
Their kiss is wild. My cock is hard, wanting to do the same to that sharp tongue.
“You’re so fucked, Damian.” Ethan’s voice that close to me makes me angry.
“You’re in on this shit with her?” I asked, watching Noah strip with Scarlett’s more-than-welcome help.
“What do you think?” He stepped back, pulling off his clothes. I just stand there like an idiot, watching the four of them touching each other, kissing, not giving a damn about my presence. My cock hurts so much I don’t even think twice about pulling it out and jerking off while I watch Scarlett suck my brothers.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Scarlett pulls Liam’s cock out of her mouth, shooting daggers at me.
“My cock hurts. I need to come… unless you want to help me with that?”
“Damian, either you watch quietly, or besides not touching me anymore, you won’t see me getting fucked.”
Bitch.
“How long?” I ground out, teeth clenched, forced to ask the damn question.
“How long what?” she asked, all sarcastic.
God, how I hate her. Right now, I hate her so fucking much.
“The lesson.” I snarled, hearing my brothers’ low snickers.
“Oh, that?” I still don’t know.” She wrapped her hand around Noah’s cock, stroking him lightly. “But if you lend me your credit card, I might get to the date faster.”
Fucking brat from hell.
“Okay.”
That’s all I say, and I stand there like a moron watching everything, my fucking cock throbbing, my dignity shoved down my throat, my arrogance stuffed up my… I don’t even want to know where. The moans of those four motherfuckers turn into torture for me. The tip of my cock is so slick it’s visible through my jeans. I’m such a masochist I keep my eyes glued to her face while she’s getting fucked by Ethan and Liam, sucking Noah’s cock like the world is ending. I want to fuck her so badly. I take a step closer and her eyes lock on me, and I’m forced to freeze where I am. Scarlett goes back to sucking Noah, and I’m forced to endure my balls aching without being able to do a damn thing.
Lesson learned, fucking hell.