“No one is more stupid than me.”
“I meeeannn,” I hum. “You said it, not me.”
“You little shit,” he tickles me, and I start laughing hysterically.
“Mercy, mercy!” I gasp for air. “You're going to make me piss myself.”
“Oh, sounds kind of hot, actually,” he chuckles.
“Ugh, you’re so gross.” I slap his chest, still smiling.
We start to head inside, but pause when we see Alfred. Ohfuck. Shit. How long has he been here? How could I forget about him?
No. No, don’t tell me he heard Damien fucking me?
“Congratulations, you two.” He smiles at Damien and me. “I knew you two belonged together. Shame it took so long, though. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your father,” he tells Damein.
“Thank you, Alfred. For everything."
“No problem, sir. If you don’t mind, though, I’m going to make myself more scarce when it’s just the two of you alone."
“Of course.” Damien nods.
“Well, if there's nothing you need from me, I’ll be heading home for the night.”
“Goodnight,” Damien says as Alfred walks toward the back of the property.
“Oh god,” I bury my face in Damien’s chest. “He totally heard us fucking earlier, didn’t he?”
“Oh yeah.” Damien laughs.
“It’s not funny!” I groan.
“It’s fucking hilarious.”
I think we’re going to have to agree to disagree on this one.
Chapter 23
Damien
The best Christmas gift anyone could have given me is my father telling me that my stepmother wasn’t coming back from her work trip, but instead taking a three-week vacation with her friends. Not going to lie, I asked him what friends because who the hell would want to be friends with an evil witch like her?
I know Addie has been anxious about her mom coming back, and I don’t blame her. She has enough going on right now. She doesn’t need her mother’s bullshit added to her plate.
It’s only been a few days since the guys and I came clean to Addie. After Carson and Reid left, Addie and I just hung out around the house. We didn’t get into any deep conversations, and I kept my hands to myself, even though it was insanely hard to do so.
Every time I see my mark on her neck, it takes everything in me not to throw her over the nearest surface and fuck her like my life depends on it.
I’ve had a taste of my Omega, and now I’m hooked. Not that I wasn’t already, but her scent is enough to be my undoing.
I still can’t believe this is really happening. After all these years of being a dumbass, she’s finally mine.
I wanted to give her time to process everything and not push my luck. I fucked up, I know it, and I still plan on making it up to her the best I can. Just because we’re bonded now doesn’t mean I’m forgiven. Even if she said I was, I wouldn’t let it go. I don’t deserve it. Not yet.
Going to bed knowing she was just down the hallway was hard. I didn’t want to be alone. I wanted her in my arms,snuggled up close to me, breathing in her scent like a comforting drug.
I might have stepped over the line because the only way I could sleep was to sneak into her room and sit in the pink fuzzy chair like I did the other night. I made sure to wake up before she did, so I wasn’t caught being a stalker.
