Page 32 of Anger

He shakes his head and laughs.

“You’ll never learn. But if you can afford it …”

Ignoring him, I stalk off into the parking lot having learned two fucking lessons.

The last place I need to be is at Myth.

And I have zero fucking control when it comes to that blue-haired dancer.

Amélie

What am I doing?

The second I saw Damon, I knew I had to get him out of Myth.

Don’t ask me how or why I can plainly see the storm that surrounds that man, but I can.

The mood he was in would lead to nothing but trouble.

For him.

And for me.

He’s like a damn magnet, though, and I’m pulled to him, his presence alerting me as it tugs me from the world I’m escaping to while dancing.

It makes no sense.

That scares me.

Now I’m left in this room by myself practically shaking.

Taking a few minutes to gain control of myself, I clench my eyes shut to remember how it felt when he was against me.

Heat burst beneath my skin at what he said, and it took everything in me to tell him to go. I wanted him to kiss me, wanted his hands in more places than just his grip in my hair. But I also knew nothing good would come from me allowing him that chance.

Damon wants a toy, and that’s not me.

I’m not that woman.

I can’t afford to be.

Not with everything that hangs in the balance.

Of course, I take the money he tossed down on the table. I’d be an idiot not to. It’ll pay my rent for a month and give me some breathing room. I won’t have to worry for a few weeks, not until the next month is due.

After rolling the bills and stuffing them down my bra, I step out of the room to find Damon and Granger facing off. Panic runs down my spine, my steps frozen in place, and any words I might have spoken are caught in my throat.

I want to run over to them and shove Damon away so I can escort him out of the club, but doing so would only anger Granger more.

A few tense seconds pass, the two men saying something to each other that I can’t hear. But rather than the meeting turning violent, Granger steps aside to let Damon pass.

My eyes follow Damon the entire way, my heart sinking into my stomach when he leaves the hall and steps out of view.

What is it with Damon that makes me feel this way?

It’s danger, and I need to remember that.

I need tocareabout that.

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