Page 73 of Unspoken Obsession

I sigh in annoyance. I can help. He doesn't get to tell me I can't help. But maybe he's right. I don't even think I would get in there without my father seeing me - unless I moved back into his mansion.

The thought makes me want to vomit as soon as it comes into my mind.

Living with him back then was a nightmare, but now, knowing what he's capable of, it would be so much worse.

And where would Damion go? Because there is no way in hell he would come with me if I wanted to play dangerous games like that.

I huff. Dante is right. It's a terrible idea. The risk is too high.

At lunch time I hop in the shower, hoping it will wake me up. I'm stressed and exhausted. But I want to see Dante. We need to figure something out together.

I get dressed, then message Dante and tell him to meet me at the park near my apartment. I tell him I will be near the coffee kiosk in the center of the park.

He explained why he showed me what he showed me last night.

I understand his need to find the truth.

I hate it. I hate what I saw—but I understand.

It is also a warning to me—because now I am terrified of hiding anything from him. I need him to meet my son. His son. And from there I need to decide if I can tell him who he really is to the child.

With a nervous excitement in my body, I decided he could meet Damion, and we could all sit and feed the ducks while Dante and I talked.

I don't want to tell him that part over a text though. So, he can find out I am bringing Damion when he gets there.

His reaction will be genuine. I want to watch him and see how he manages being around a child.

We have never discussed children - and there is a possibility that he never wanted children - or never wants them and then I don't think I will be able to ever tell him he is my son's father. If he is the monster that I saw last night—then I need to run. I need to run far away. But I believe he is so much more. I want to believe he is better than that. Or perhaps it doesn't even matter because all I see in him is good, despite the obvious warnings.

At the park, Damion is skipping around with a bag of corn kernels in his little hand. He is already covered in mud from sliding down the edge of the lake, but the smile on his face tells me he is having the best time.

I arrive a little earlier so that I can settle down and be more prepared for Dante's arrival.

But even after I tried to be ready - my stomach still danced at the sight of him walking towards me.

I glance towards Damion, busy and distracted.

Standing up, I wait for Dante to walk right up to me. He hugs me tight and kisses me with a meaning that surprises me. He seems less and less worried about displaying his affection for me.

I am still nervous though as I glance around wondering if my father's goons are somewhere nearby.

"Hello, little fox. Are you ok—I mean—after last night?" He seems tense.

I nod. "Let's not talk about that. Ever."

He smiles, changing the subject right away. "You chose a beautiful day to enjoy the park's sunshine."

"Um… we wanted to come here to feed the ducks." I smile, glancing at Damion who senses my eyes on him; he turns towards us with a massive smile.

"Mommy, I got a duck friend." He shouts, throwing more corn kernels as the ducks flap around his feet.

Dante chuckles, slipping his arm around my waist and standing next to me. "So, today is my lucky day. I get to meet the man who has been stealing your attention from me." He grins down at me with a cheeky mischief in his eyes.

"Damion, come and meet Mommy's friend." I call out to my son.

"Coming." He says in a sing song voice, then dusts his hands on his pants and bolts towards us - not stopping - he runs straight into Dante. He wraps his arms around Dante's leg with his little dirty hand and muddy clothes. I gasp and go to pull him away from Dante.

"I am so sorry; I didn't expect him to do that - oh my word I'm so sorry." I bite my lip, looking at the mud spread across Dante's pants.

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