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“Did you find my bunny?” I raise an eyebrow at her, not knowing what she is talking about. I half drag her while she stumbles out of the shower. It takes me a solid twenty minutes to dress her because she keeps demanding her bunny, which I finally figured out is her damn slippers.

I place her in bed, tucking her in, her slipper tucked under one arm. Shaking my head, I put my boxers on before moving toward the door I realize is slightly ajar. As I close it, I catch movement and open it, wondering if it is Clarice and if she needs something. Yet when I open the door, I catch a glimpse of something I wish I could unsee. I blink at the scene before me. Damian had Tandi’s legs around his waist while he impales his cock in her while pressing her against the damn wall. I clear my throat. Staring up at the ceiling instead of his white ass.

“We have rooms for a reason!” I call out, and Tandi shrieks.

“Noted, we are getting there,” Damian growls, quickly rushing to his room down the hall. I shake my head, shut the door, and fall onto the couch.

Abbie will freak out if she wakes up with me on the bed next to her. She never lets me sleep next to her unless Tyson is between us. Besides a few stolen kisses and brief hugs, that is it. It is also what caused the incident the other day. Tyson has his own room now and still. She refuses to sleep in the bed without him or when I have put him in his room, I wake up to her there with him or her creeping over to the couch. Shutting the lamp off and closing my eyes, I drape my arm across my face. The sky is already starting to lighten, yet sleep takes me.

A while later, I am abruptly awoken from oblivion by a loud crashing noise, which has me sitting up instantly. My eyes peer around the room, adjusting to the darkness as my night vision kicks in. I sigh, finding Abbie getting to her feet from the floor. She giggles, and I sit up just as she stands.

“Abbie, you should be asleep,” I groan, rubbing my eyes when I feel her body hit mine as she stumbles into me. I catch her to realize she has shredded her clothes in her sleep.

“Abbie,” I stammer. She only giggles, climbing into my lap, her lips attacking me. I grip her arms, but she pushes me back, straddling me. Her mouth crashes against mine, and I groan, kissing her back before regaining my wits and pushing her back.

“Abbie, you’re drunk,” I tell her. She slurs and mumbles while her hands continue to tug at my clothes. I remove my shirt, dragging it over my head.

“You don’t want me,” she pouts while sitting up.

“Not while you’re drunk, I don’t. Now lay down,” I tell her, patting my chest. She ignores me, instead trying to kiss me, and I sigh.

“Abbie!”

“I want you,” she whines, licking my chest.

“And if you still want me in the morning, you can have me, but not while you’re like this,” I tell her, yet still she insists, and I roll my eyes, tucking her beside me and locking my arms around her squirming body. Her ass rubbing against my crotch, making me extremely uncomfortable as I trap her between the back of the couch and my chest.

I sigh and purr before realizing my calling will work on her now, and I take full advantage of it, letting it calm her and essentially knock her out.

I am not giving her another reason to hate me. And fucking her, while she is like this, will make me hate myself as much as she will hate me in the morning.

“Sleep, love, you’re safe with me,” I whisper, kissing her cheek. She squirms but gives up eventually, while I enjoy having her this close, loving the feel of her body safe in my arms.

Chapter

Thirty-Four

DAMIAN

I am livid. Gannon said he would get one of the guards to watch over them; I just didn’t expect it to be Liam. And why would she agree? And she was acting like it was no big deal, and I was the one overreacting? I stalk after her as she storms off toward our room, where I left Clarice to watch Hunter and Tyson.

“Tandi!” I call out to her, taking the steps two at a time as I try to catch up with her. She ignores me, practically running from me, which only infuriates me more. This won’t be the end of this conversation, I am not done speaking to her yet. But she insists on ignoring me, which is really getting on my last nerve.

I’m not done with her. We still have more to hash out. I shout behind her, “Where do you think you’re going?” She doesn't even turn around to respond, and once again just keeps walking,

“Away from your dumb ass, that’s where!”

I jog to catch up with her. For someone with short legs, she sure can move fast when angry. I grab her shoulder and spin her around. Big mistake on my part. She looks like the devil himself,furious little eyes glaring up at me. looks like the devil himself, furious little eyes glaring up at me.

“What the fuck do you want, Damian? You already carved over Liam’s letter. You want me tattooed too with your face on my back!” she snaps at me.

“What are you expecting? Me to be okay that you fucked Liam? How do you think it makes me feel? Everyone has had their hands on you but me,,” I retort, just as angry with her that she would go get drunk with one of the guards whom she fucked! Does she not see how that would piss me off after everything I’ve done for her?

Her eyes are blazing and turning pitch black as she jabs me in the chest with her finger, “You act like I had a choice; you think I wanted to be made a whore, that I enjoyed it? Maybe a few of them, but that’s beside the point. You are so unbelievable. Since you are so anxious for your turn, here is your chance!” she snarls at me.

I just stand there, not knowing what to do or say. Tandi never had a choice in any of it. Before I can clean up, sticking my foot in my mouth, she grabs both my hands, placing them on her boobs.

“Is this what you want? You want to put your hands on me? Here you go. Well, what are you waiting for? You want me to be your whore, don’t you?”

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