You're Not A Mistake
You're Not A Mistake
Chapter 45
DAMON:
It felt like the words floated into my ears and then past them. Everything in me stilled as I stood there frozen, numb, unable to fathom what she'd just said.
"What...what child? What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to get my bearings.
They both stood there. Still, watching me. Marcus was staring at Kimberly, looking somewhat disappointed and in disbelief.
The words echoed in my head again and again. A…child. A child. A child!?
I couldn’t process it.
"I believe I didn’t stutter, Damon. Why don’t you go find out for yourself? I believe it’s her birthday today... right, Marcus?"
The color drained from my face.
Marcus was already seething. It was clear this was something they’d known for a while—and deliberately kept from me.
My vision blurred as I stood there, watching Marcus pull Kimberly back inside the room, shutting the door with a loud slam.
The silence that followed was overwhelming. I couldn’t grasp it. I couldn’t imagine…
MARCUS' POV
"What was that, Kim? Seriously?" I asked as soon as I shut the door.
She rolled her eyes and tried to walk away, but I caught her by the arm.
"Let it be, Marcus, please. I don’t think it’s a big deal."
"You didn’t have to do that. Why did you do that?"
She glared at me, and tried to yank her hands off, but I held on tight. "Can you not... don’t walk away from me. I’m trying to have a conversation with you."
"And I don’t feel like talking to you, Marcus. Why can’t you just be reasonable and understand me for once?"
"I always do. You know I do. But this is what I do not understand—and it’s very out of character for you. Why did you have to let him know about that now? Why, Kim?"
Her eyes burned, "Why are you so bothered about it? After everything he did, you still want to pamper him? For heaven’s sake! You were just out of the hospital after what he did to you, and now he literally walked in on us—having sex. Stood there for God knows how long. Don’t you think he deserves a little taste of his own medicine? I don’t know about you, but this isn’t even enough for what I had planned for that brother of yours. Nothing—not even this revelation—is enough for the pain I want him to feel for everything he’s done," she said, her voice cracking.
She leaned closer, her eyes glittering with spite, "Watch and see, Marcus. I knowhow much he loves that Fiancèe of yours and I can just picture how heartbroken he’ll be when he sees the truth for himself."
How much he loved her? For some reason, that statement didn't sit well with me.
"Kim," I said quietly, my shoulders slumping, "you of all people know just how important this marriage is to me. You know we can’t afford this right now. Don’t you get it? That brother of mine…fuck, you just gave him bigger leverage against me. How is this a good idea?"
It was quiet for a while. Then she said softly, shaking her head, "Can we just…not do this right now? Let go of my arm, please."
I exhaled tiredly, but instead of letting go, I wrapped another hand around her waist, pulling her closer, my breath mingling with hers. "Come on…I'm being honest with you. I really don’t like this. You don’t know Damon like I do. You don’t know what he’s capable of. Did you know he got us on recording? What if he decides to do something crazy with it? Did you think about that?"
She huffed, her gaze penetrating. "You do regret it, don’t you?"
I sucked in a breath. "Kim, it’s not about that. Okay, let’s assume, like you said, that this knowledge won’t change anything between Damon and Olivia. Let’s assume it won’t affect the wedding, and we’d still go ahead as planned…WHAT IF he decides to do something crazy with the recording? What if he—"
"So it was a mistake, huh?" she cut me off.
I froze. Didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Not when she was staring at me like that—like she was about to break down.
She yanked my arms off and writhed out of my grasp. "Get out of my room, Marcus. Right now!"
I didn’t want to, but when she’s angry like this, it’s best to stay away and let her cool down.
"You are not a mistake, Kim."
"Get the fuck out of my room!!" she yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Get out!!"
Instead, I walked towards her in fast strides, grabbing her with one hand and pulling her tightly to my chest.
She fought, hitting me, shoving, but I caught her wrists, "Stop it, please."
She didn’t stop. And since I had her upper body in a hold, she began hitting me with her knees.
A kick landed near my groin, and I reacted instantly, pushing her back until her back but the wall.
"Get your fucking hands off me!!" She screamed.
I pinned her knees with mine, her wrists trapped above her head in one hand, stilling her movements. Her breath hit my face in short, angry bursts, warm and shaking, and it drove me fucking insane. "That’s enough, Kim. That’s enough. Please. You’re NOT a mistake. And no, I never said I regret what we did. Not one bit."
My eyes dropped to her trembling lips, and every rational thought turned to mud. Heat rushed through me, straight to my dick. Before I could think further, I leaned in and crushed my lips on hers—taking them like it was a drug I needed. And fuck…this should be wrong but I never realized I wanted her this much. That I wanted her so badly it was almost making me crazy.
My lips moved against hers hurriedly, like I was chasing a tide I couldn't reach. She was still, barely responding, but I didn't care. I sucked on her bottom lip, pulling, biting until she couldn't hold back the breathy moan.
My tongue slipped through, tangling with hers, tasting her. She was kissing me back now with the same urgency and I let go of her hands just so I could angle her chin to taste her properly.
I felt blood rush straight to my dick, and my hips automatically pushed against hers, moving along the fabric of the pyjamas she had on.
Forcing myself to pull away so she could breath, I see how flushed her face was. Her lips swollen from my kisses.
Regulating my breath, I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, before muttering. "How is that I still want you so much? What are you doing to me, Kim? "