Her Big Bad Mistake(22)

Damon had come home from Vegas and stayed to himself, but anytime he left his house his anger would surface and he would end up doing something stupid. Then his agent had shoved women at him, going on and on about his image and keeping up appearances. He didn’t give a fuck about appearances. Maybe he should have gone after Becky, but he knew she wasn’t really for him. Becky was the settling down type and Damon wasn’t; at least, that what he told himself. He was thirty-three and hadn’t found anyone willing to settle down with. Damon fallen for Becky but she was too good for him—she saw the best in everyone. Maybe that was why he was willing to give her everything he thought he wouldn’t ever give to anyone. He told himself marrying her had been a mistake, but deep down he knew it wasn’t.

The front passenger doors opened. Caleb got in the driver’s side and Jacob in the front passenger side. Caleb started the car and drove away. No one said anything and they sat in silence for a while until Becky let out a loud sigh. “I stuffed everything up. I’m sorry. Please don’t get angry with each other. I didn’t expect anything like this to happen. I came over to America for an adventure. To do something I wanted. I’m sorry for any trouble I caused between you. That’s not what I wanted.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Crap, this pregnancy has turned me into an emotional mess.”

Damon’s chest felt like it was about to burst—that was his child she carried. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head, then caught Jacob’s gaze and nodded. He’d gotten the go ahead. “Angel, it’s not your fault. We were the ones who intruded on your vacation. Truthfully, we had fun with you. We did things with you that we would never have done without you.”

Becky hiccupped and looked up him. “I know you had fun. You slept with a different woman every night, sometimes more than one.”

Damon couldn’t help wincing at what he’d done to try and forget her. He’d been trying to find a woman that would satisfy him and make him hard with just a look like Becky could. But after he’d met her, no other women got him instantly hard at just the thought of them. Damon brushed Becky’s hair out of her face. “I haven’t been with another woman since New Orleans. Once I knew I couldn’t fight my attraction, or fuck it out with others, I knew I was going to have you and that you would be mine.”

Damon was thankful that his friends were staying quiet. Becky studied him for a while before she nodded. “Why did you marry me? Why not just continue to see me? I live here in Chicago.”

“I didn’t know you were living here. I didn’t want to know at first. I wasn’t happy about how I felt about you. Then when I gave into what I knew you were to me, we didn’t talk about where you would be living.” He scrubbed his face. “I married you because you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to make my wife. I hoped it would keep you with me. I thought if I married you, you’d stay and follow me. I would support you and you wouldn’t have to work. I’d get to come home to you when I wasn’t on away games and work stuff.”

Caleb snorted and Jacob groaned, “Idiot.”

Becky sat up and moved away from him. She frowned and narrowed her eyes. “So let me get this straight, you didn’t give me my dream wedding that I’ve been planning since I was a kid because you wanted me to follow you to your home, and wait around for you. To stop my life and my dreams so you can have yours? Have me reliant on you for everything?”

Damon knew this was a trap. He told himself not to argue back. He’d said something wrong. He looked out the window to see how far they were from his house. He saw they weren’t far. He needed to change the subject. “Why did the police think we were going shopping?”

“The police didn’t want to release you two together. They said if a fight broke out that they’d have to keep you, Damon. You’re already on probation.” Becky raised her eyebrow at him and he shrugged. He wasn’t sure what he could say. She already thought he was a dick. Becky rolled her eyes. “I told the police that with me here you wouldn’t dare. I sweet-talked them into letting the both of you out. Your lawyer helped. He’s a great liar.” Damon could hear the snarky sound to her voice. “And don’t change the subject. Do you expect me to stop working? Do you expect me to sit around and spend your money? To wait all day until you get home?”

He turned to Becky. “Yes… No. You’re my wife. You’re pregnant with my child. I have no idea what you’re supposed to do.”