Her Big Bad Mistake(24)
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Becky didn’t know what time it was. She wasn’t sitting up anymore but lying on the sofa with a blanket over her and her shoes off. She remembered lying down and staring at the photo. She didn’t remember closing her eyes or putting a blanket over herself. Opening her eyes, she slowly sat up and stretched. Easing herself off the sofa, she stood and folded the blanket. She needed to find Damon. The house seemed quiet, too quiet. What happened to the barbeque?”
Padding around the house on bare feet, she froze when she heard voices. Sneaking closer to the voices, she listened.
“Imogene, how did you get in here? I sent everyone home. I’ve never brought you here. You need to leave.”
“Dammy, you don’t ever turn me down. Come on. I waited until everyone left so no one would know you’re with me. I don’t believe what everyone is saying. I know it’s a promo stunt, because they want you to act better.”
“Get your fucking hands off me, Imogene. All I’ve done for the past couple of months is turn you down. So get the fuck out of my house. I’m married.”
The woman giggled. “Dammy, you’re not the marrying type. I don’t see any wife. Why isn’t she in bed with you now?”
Becky gripped the wall and a sob escaped. How dare this woman come in and try to take her man. She was going to go in there and rip her apart. Damon was hers. She needed to make it known.
“Touch me again and, woman or not, I’ll break your wrist. My wife fell asleep on the sofa. I didn’t want to disturb her so I didn’t move her. So get the hell out of my house.”
“No. Come on, Dammy. I can make you want me. You always have.”
“Imogene, you’re nothing to me other than someone I used to fuck. I didn’t invite you into this house because I only let my friends and loved ones here and you are none of those. I don’t want you. The only woman I want I love. I love my wife. She is everything you’re not. See, she will be forever over my heart. You need to get the fuck out.”
Smiling as she reached for the door handle, Becky felt more secure with her place with Damon as she heard his responses. The door to the room opened as she turned the knob and she stumbled back as a shirtless Damon dragged the skinny, naked blonde out of the room. Becky stared stunned for a moment and then she saw Damon’s chest. “Damon.”
Damon’s eyes widened. “This is not what it looks like, angel. She let herself in here. I don’t know how she got in here. I promise.”
“I know.”
His mouth opened and shut a couple of times. Imogene yanked her hand from Damon’s hold. “You can’t be serious. No way did you marry this…this…” Imogene pointed to Becky.
“This what? This gorgeous woman?” Damon glared at Imogene.
Becky narrowed her eyes on the bitch before her. “Stay away from my husband.” Becky grabbed Imogene and dragged her down the hall. Imogene fought her, but Becky was pissed—she knew what she wanted and Becky wasn’t running this time. “Next time I see you I will call the cops on your arse. And I swear if I see you anywhere near my husband again the police won’t be able to find your body.”
Damon chuckled behind her and Imogene’s eyes widened as Damon opened the front door and Becky shoved her out. Then she slammed the door. Becky didn’t care Imogene was bare-arsed naked. “Show me every door and window. I want to make sure that bitch can’t get back in here.”
Damon’s eyes were alight with laugher as he nodded at her. “Sure thing, angel.” He gathered her to him and kissed her. She melted into him, letting herself go. When they pulled away they were both panting for breath. Damon held her hand and walked quickly around the house, checking all the doors. When he was done he took her to the room he came out of with Imogene.
Entering the room, she was surprised. It wasn’t what she was expecting. In the middle of the room sat a large, king-sized bed. A dark wooden dresser sat against the wall with a picture of her above it. “You kept my photos? You put them up?”
“Yeah, I did. You are the first genuine woman I’ve been with in over fifteen years, Becky. You’re like a breath of fresh air. When I’m with you I feel light and happy. When you’re not driving me crazy I’m thinking how lucky I am to have a great woman. You’re always willing to help people like the boy at Disney, the couple at the restaurant and the lady who couldn’t pay for her groceries. You help without even expecting praise and thanks.” He laughed. “You didn’t let us pay. I remember you thinking that I must live on a budget as all I did for a job is play hockey. Even when we told you that we made damn good money you still paid your way and didn’t let us pay for you. The more time I spent with you the more I fell for you. I knew you were, are, too good for me, but I’m selfish and I want you all to myself.”