Page 74 of I Promise You
“Daniel, what’s with the hostility? I haven’t seen you in months and this is what I get? Why haven’t you called your mother since you’ve returned home?”
“I’ve been busy.” He’s cold and curt.
Damian shakes his head, grinning ear to ear like this was a game of chess. He walks toward the door, brushing by Danny with no fidget in his step.
He walks out the door but stops before turning the corner. Danny watches him like a hawk the entire time.
“By the way, son, she is not a mother…not anymore.”
It felt like I was stabbed in my heart when those words left Damian’s mouth, and I felt enraged to the point where I wanted to slap his face.
My spirit shatters into a million pieces at his parting words.
He didn’t just say that. How could he be so cruel?
Danny goes full-blown rigid. His eyes darken with anger. His breathing escalates, and I can tell he will not be doing so muchtalkinganymore and he’s about to do something else.
I rush toward him, practically leaping to his side. My heart stops in my chest. I won’t let him and his father further destroy each other.
“Hey!” I grab his shoulder and intertwine my fingers with his. “It’s not worth it. Stay,” I plead with him as Damian leaves us alone. He closes the door behind him with a soft click.
Danny looks different from the last time I saw him. He has camo paint still smudged all over his face, like it’s worn off.
“Now I know why you don’t speak to him. I’m so sorry, Danny. Just know I’m here for you…always.” My heart breaks knowing that that heartless monster raised Danny. I can’t imagine what his childhood was like, living under the same roof as Damian.
He relaxes underneath my fingers.
“Don’t be sorry.” He walks around me and closes the curtains behind me, shielding us with another border of privacy.
He cups my face with both hands aggressively, kissing me hard, and I melt. He forces me to tread backward until I feel my back hit the wall.
“It’s been too long...” he breathes against me. I’m instantly thrown off, but so turned on. I’ve missed him so much, too.
“Grim. Lock it up, let’s go.” Rooker’s authoritative voice snaps me out of our passionate seclusion. He bangs on the door three times, purposefully hard and fast, and my eyes bulge open when I realize we’re not alone.
“Oh my God, Danny! Rooker is here?! Is your whole team here?” I hiss, keeping my voice low, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. The door is unlocked. The curtains only give us a thin layer of privacy if it gets swung open.
I perk up to meet Danny’s sinful grin as my sudden swell of internal shame amuses him.
“They are.”
His eyes almost closed, calm and collected, unbothered, smirking like he’s about to devour me completely, and there’s no stopping him.
“Make something up,” he demands before he goes to my neck, biting it hard, ricocheting a moan to escape from my lips.
“I…uh, I’m administering him fluids, he’s umm…he’s—” He bites again, his teeth sinking into my skin. I moan, resting my head against the wall. I close my eyes and face the ceiling. Then, Danny starts to suck on my neck. His fingers slide down into my waistband, and I swear I stop breathing…and then I gasp when I feel him touch my throbbing heat, which bolts a sharp spark inside me and spreads like a wildfire.
I’m in trouble.
“Dehydrated!” I squeak out just as he kisses my lips, miraculously keeping my voice professional and less hasty, like I’m not just getting felt up by my boyfriend in a hospital room. I kiss him back hard, leaving little nibbles on his bottom lip as I do and I grip on to his hair, pulling him closer.
He doesn’t stop, his movements don’t quit, and his tongue, God, his tongue,continues to move inside me…heknows how to work my body.
Rooker scoffs and walks away, chuckling.
He’s not stupid. He knows what we’re doing, but either way…he gets the message and his footsteps thud away. There’s no fucking IV bag in here, either way he leaves us alone, buying us time.
“You’re going to get me fired, Danny,” I complain about the possible outcome if I get caught. Especially if it’s from Doctor Reese.My new boss has zero patience, and I can’t imagine what he’ll do if he finds out I’m skipping work. He ignores my warnings and slides his fingers inside me.
