Page 65 of Sweet Temptation

My eyes narrow at him just as Damien speaks up. "She wasn't letting you skip out on us." Damien grins at me.

Oh, fuck these guys. Grumbling, I walk past them, heading into the living room. Just what I need, them shooting me smart remarks. Assholes. Rolling my eyes, I take a seat on one of the benches. "He made it," Alex pipes up.

God, I don't like that guy. Ace said he cheated on Bailey and all I wanna do is throw a punch, but Ace said to leave it because she doesn't believe us. Fucking bitch. She's gonna get heart broken and realise, shit, they were right. Smiling to myself, I lean back against the wall, ignoring Alex's remark.

"So, what's on the agenda today, captain." Alex smirks, purposely trying to get a rise out of Ace.

I watch my friend's eyes narrow on the asshole before he speaks. "I'll make the coach bench you if you don't slap your lips closed!" Ace growls. Jesus. It seems as though this asshole is always on edge lately. I wonder what's pulling at his dick.

Aside from his new and improved duties, of course.

Chuckling under my breath, I pretend as though I was laughing at Ace's comment, even though I really wasn't. Shaking my head, I follow Ace out of the kitchen, letting all my worries slide off for a couple of hours.

Even though I'm fully aware they will come rushing back the moment I'm out of here. And the moment I let myself think about it again.

THIRTY-SEVEN

End Of January

I thought junior year was going to be easy and not complicated. Running into Damon changed everything, my entire college plan down the drain. He corrupted me. All of me. No matter what I tried to do to push him away, it just didn’t work.

After I found out the truth behind everything he did, it destroyed me more. Everything about him will destroy me. I knew it from the moment I saw him before I knew the truth. And yet I fell for him, anyway.

He wanted me and he got me. My own personal perspective… I fell in love with a psychopath. I know my life and my baby's life are on the line right now. I'm definitely one hundred percent sure he'll figure out a way to save us both. He's Damon Saint after all.

He would shed every last drop of blood to keep us safe. I have no doubt about it.

Smiling at my journal entry, I shove the tiny book away under my mattress, opening my laptop. I began studying for exams. This week couldn't be any worse? Could it? Sighing, I close the laptop and saunter into the kitchen.

Coffee always makes my day, but I'm not allowed to drink it. According to Damon, the baby specialist, coffee doesn't mix, so I'm sticking with tea. Dropping the tea bag into the mug, I rest my nose against the rim, inhaling the sweet scents of mint.

I have never been more afraid for my life—afraid of losing a family I just earned and afraid of losing my child.

"You're not studying?" Bailey grins at me as she enters the condo with bags of groceries in her arms.

I shoot her a glare as I stir the tea gently. "I'm taking a small break, actually. I've been staring at that screen for far too long." I smile.

My blonde friend eyes me for a second, her eyes filling with something similar to hope before it quickly disappears. What is up with her lately? She has been so distracted and so distant it's confusing me.

She doesn't know about Ace's new life. Though I know she's still dating that cheating boyfriend of hers. The same boyfriend she believes isn't cheating when everyone else knows he is.

Shaking the thought from my brain, I pull the tea bag from my cup and toss it out before taking a sip from my black tea. Mm. This is what I live for, well not exactly. "Do you want to invite Scarlet over and talk about it?" I ask, eying her facial expression.

She shakes her head before beginning to shove the groceries away. I want to help her, but I don't exactly know what's wrong. She won’t talk to me. I doubt she is talking to Scarlet about it, either.

Shoving a fake smile on my lips, I disappear into my bedroom with my cup of tea. Sliding back into bed, I open up my laptop and begin studying all my notes over this past semester. Damn.

I met Damon in September, and we started dating in November—if you'd call it that. It wasn’t dating but close. I got pregnant at the beginning of December. How time flies. Smiling to myself, I rest a hand on my stomach, gazing down with an admired smile.

I'm still avoiding certain death from his mother, still dodging bullets here and there, but I'm happy. I haven't felt happy very many times in my life, but right now? I can say I'm the happiest I have been.

I get to find out the gender in less than three weeks, and I couldn't be more excited. I mean, Damon's been grumbling about wanting it to be a surprise, but how can we buy clothing for our baby if we don't know if it's a girl or boy.

Sighing, I stare back into the computer screen again, studying all my typed notes. I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I'm aware of is someone peppering kisses on my cheeks.

Fluttering my eyes open, I focus on him and a smile pulls at my lips. Damon. Grabbing a hold of his shirt, I pull him on my bed next to me. "How was the hockey game?" I smile at him. He shoots me a grin, telling me all I need to know.

They won. I press a kiss to his cheek and rest my head against him. "Sorry I couldn't be there," I whisper, staring up at his beautiful face. I wanted to, but the morning sickness was so ridiculous I wouldn't have handled being in a car.

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