Chapter 63 Am I next?
I watched from the bedroom window as Damein barked orders at his soldiers to not let anybody into the mansion.
It was the first time I had ever seen him so scared.
I was too.
I closed the curtains and walked back into the room; Elosie seemed dangerous, really dangerous.
I lay in bed and waited for Damein; seconds passed, and then minutes, but he didn't return. My mind lingered on the veins on Becky’s arm. What if that had been? What if Eloise had figured out that I was his wife?
I knew Damien would go to the end of the world if he had to in order to save me, but the fear still lingered within me.
I moved into the bathroom to take a shower and emerged a few minutes later. As I moved to grab my hair dryer, I stood in front of the mirror in front of me. I stood in front of it and gazed at my naked body.
The scars my parents had left still lingered; I traced them with my fingers. I used to hate them; I was unable to look at my own body, but after I met Damien, they somehow now looked beautiful because of the way he touched them and the way he kissed them.
I shut my eyes and sucked in a deep breath.
Then I moved the hairdryer that hung on a desk to dry my damp hair; just then the door pulled open and Damien walked in.
He froze as his gaze caught me. “Hey,” he said calmly as he finally closed the door behind him.
My hair wasn't completely dried, but I placed the dryer down and walked towards him. “Hey you."
He worshiped my body with his eyes as he walked towards me, his hands slipped into his pockets. “Hey,” he repeated.
I wrapped my hands around his waist as I hugged him; as I placed my head against his chest, I could feel his heart racing.
“Are you scared?"
He exhaled sharply, "Very."
Still hugging me, I looked up to meet his gaze. “You can't defeat her."
“I know,” he said calmly, “I just fear that she might get to you before I get to her."
I placed a gentle kiss on his chin; his body instantly relaxed. “Stop worrying; I'm here right now. It's just us."
His arm wrapped around mine. “Yeah…just us."
I placed my hand against his chest. “She doesn't know about me, Damien. It's okay; just go on that date when she asks."
He drew his lips closer to mine. “I don't want to do that."
“You have to,” I said.
He dug his lips into my neck and sucked in a deep breath. “You look beautiful, by the way,” he whispered.
“Thank you."
He sniffed, “You smell good too."
“Thank you,” I said calmly.
I shut my eyes as he placed soft kisses on my neck. “Oh ...," I moaned softly, “I miss this."
He wrapped me tighter in his arms and slowly led me to the bed. “I miss this too." We stopped as my body touched the frame of the bed, but his hands didn't leave my body.
kissed my neck, over and over, until my head flung back and my hands squeezed his shoulders.
His lips moved to my chest. “I want you,” he mumbled against my skin. "Please…" he begged.
I pulled away from him and slid into bed; he watched me part my legs. He slid off his clothes and climbed onto bed; his lips began to trace my skin, each kiss better than the last, each kiss making my house jump.
His lips soon came back up to meet mine; he locked his lips against mine and sucked desperately on them until we both struggled to breathe.
He suddenly stopped and placed his forehead against mine. “I love you,” his voice shook.
“Are you crying?" I looked into his eyes. “Don't do that." I shook my head.
“I love you so much it scares me."
His words struck something within me: “It scares you?”
He nodded. “I can't…,” his voice trailed off, “I can't lose you."
“You won't,” I assured.
He placed his lips on my chest. “Why are you always in danger?" he mumbled. “It's all my fault."
"No, it's not." I brushed his black hair. "Besides, you are always in danger too."
"Yes, but my life doesn't matter."
His words felt like a knife. In my heart, “I mean…,” he swallowed, "as much as yours."
How could he say that when he was everything to me?
"Yes, it does,” I said in a gentle tone. “Don't ever say that again." He placed his head against my chest and hugged me tighter.
We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes until we heard a loud crash in the room opposite us. It seemed glass had shattered.
Damien lifted his head up. “Is that Becky's bedroom?”
I nodded.
His brows pinched together, “She should be okay, right?”
I pushed for a few seconds. “Maybe we should check on her."
He placed his head against my chest. “Ugh,” he groaned in frustration, “I want some peace and quiet, alone, with you. Can we not get up? Please."
I heard footsteps in the hallway, fast, panicking footsteps. “Okay, we have to check."
Damein pulled away from me; he grabbed a robe, and I did as well. We immediately covered ourselves with it and rushed out. Becky's bedroom door was wide open, and a few of Damien's soldiers paced around.
I quickly rushed into the bedroom; my blood ran cold at the sight. Becky lay on the floor, convulsing uncontrollably while the soldiers tried to steady her.
"Hospital!" I shouted. “Take her to the hospital!"
They lifted her in their arms and rushed her out of the room. I turned to see Damein with a horrified look on his face. “Stay here,” he said and began to run after them.
I didn't listen; I ran after him. The car Becky was in had already driven off.
I saw Damien get into one of his black cars, and I rushed in beside him.
“Fuck Charlotte, you don't listen," he cursed as I went in. All I could think of was if Becky would survive. What if she died and I was next?
My blood ran cold.