Page 3 of His Heaven, Her Hell
Not being able to take much more of the conversation, I looked over at Damien. “I’m going to go lay her down. I’ll be right back, okay?”
He looked at me but didn’t reply, so I stood and headed toward the back of the house to the spare bedroom. Closing the door, I lay my baby on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and sat beside her. Just looking at her, I knew I had to do better for her. She didn’t deserve to have a weak mother. I wanted my baby to be strong, confident, and brought up in love. She didn’t know what her father was doing to me now, but eventually she would if I stayed in this relationship with him.
I couldn’t marry this man. I just couldn’t.
Tears came to my eyes, then slid down my cheeks, just as the door opened. I hurriedly tried to wipe my tears away as I looked over to see Damien entering the room.
“Fuck you crying for?”
“I wasn’t. I had something in my eye,” I lied.
He walked further into the room and closed the door. He walked toward us, planted a kiss on Scottlyn’s cheek, then pulled me up and wrapped his arms around my waist. I winced from the pain that shot up my back from him pushing me into the edge of the counter last night because the shirt he wanted to wear out wasn’t done drying.
His hands explored my body, and he planted a kiss on my neck, then nuzzled his nose there.
“You know I hate when I have to put my hands on you, J. I love you so much. You’re about to be my wife, but there are some things I need you to improve on.”
I rolled my eyes behind his back. “Like what?”
He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “First, you need to stop depending on me so much. I know I said I don’t want you to work, but if you’re going to be a stay-at-home mom, you need to pick up some kind ofhobby.”
“I make dance videos?—”
“Not that bullshit. Pick something else you’re good at.”
“That’s all I’m good at,” I said, just above a whisper.
“That ain’t all you’re good at.” A smirk spread across his face into a mischievous grin. He pulled me toward the bathroom and locked us inside. My stomach sank because I didn’t want to do anything sexual with him. I hated his damn guts, so sexing him was far from my mind.
“Get on your knees, baby.”
“Dame, I don’t think we should be doing this in your mother’s house.”
“Jela, don’t make me have to repeat myself.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair, then forced me to my knees.
Tears burned my eyes, but I dared not let them fall. I’d end up being shoved in the damn toilet.
“Pull my pants down.” He stroked my head lovingly as I pulled down his joggers and boxers. His dick sprang out, and I grabbed it, regrettably stroking it before opening my mouth and swirling my tongue around the head.
“Stop playing with it, J. Eat this dick,” he said, pushing my head further into his groin. I opened my mouth wider to suck him in when Scottlyn’s cries filled the room as someone knocked on the door.
Thank you, Jesus!
“Fuck!” he whispered, pulling his pants up and leaving the bathroom. I stood to my feet and followed him out while he picked up Scottlyn and opened the door.
His cousin, Neveah, stood at the door with a smile on her face. “Truce just got here.”
“Oh, word?” he asked, excited.
“Yup!” she replied, just as excited.
I didn’t know who this Truce was, but I was assuming they were someone the family all loved.
“Here I come.” Damien turned to me, handing me Scottlyn. “Put her back to sleep and come out here so I can introduce you to my people. We gon’ finish that other shit later.”
I nodded while taking my baby, and he left the room. Neveah lingered behind for a moment, still smiling and looking at me.
“You okay?” she asked.
