She opened the last box and gathered the clothes still hung up on hangers. She lifted them and carried them into the closet, taking the entire left wall, the place where I used to hang my t-shirts and jeans.
Now it was hers.
The box was empty, and she placed it in the corner so Patricia could recycle it later. “That’s it. That’s all my stuff.”
I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. “Looks good in here.”
Her hands grabbed my forearms. “I think so too.” She slowly turned around and came face-to-face with me, deep affection in her eyes. “No going back now. You have a roommate.”
“A hot roommate.”
She grinned.
“Who’s really good at sex.”
Her cheeks started to blush.
“And even better at sucking my dick.”
Now she slapped me with her hands. “Oh my god, shut up.”
I wrapped my arms around her again and hugged her. “Come on, it’s a compliment.”
“I hope there are other reasons you like living with me.”
I shrugged. “You have a nice body?”
She pushed me off again.
“Baby, I’m kidding.” I pulled her back to me and buried my face in her hair, kissing her neck and the shell of her ear. “I want to live with you because you’re the woman I’m madly in love with. You’re my best friend.” I turned her around and pressed my nose against hers. “Is that better?”
Her eyes looked like melted butter, so her answer was obvious. She grabbed the front of my t-shirt and pulled me close so she could kiss me, a deep and sultry embrace that showed how much she wanted me. She hated it when I teased her, but then she was all over me a couple seconds later.
I walked her backward out of the closet into our bedroom while getting her jeans undone. We’d packed up everything from her old apartment and brought it here. A lot of her extra things were in a guest bedroom because we don’t know where to put them just yet. But I didn’t tell her to throw anything away, because her stuff was my stuff. I pushed her jeans over her ass then got her panties off too. My hands gripped both of her cheeks, like I was squeezing a juicy nectarine. Then I got her top off, her bra falling to the floor along with the rest of her clothes.
When she was naked, she practically ripped my clothes off. She always wanted to me, anytime, any part of the day, even in the middle of the night, and she did everything with such urgency that it was sexy. She threw my clothes on the floor with hers and backed up onto the bed.
With her ass hanging over the edge, she grabbed my thighs and pulled me close to her.
My hands moved underneath her knees, and I positioned her beneath me, loving this angle of her tits. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down to me so I could slide inside her smoothly.
She moaned like she’d never taken such a good dick. Her head rolled back, and she dug her nails into my skin as her back arched. She released another moan, a louder one, and I hadn’t even moved yet.
“Best roommate ever.” I leaned over her and looked down to see a slightly amused expression in her gaze. She tried to suppress a smile, but it was obvious I got under her skin.
Her hands went to my chest, and she started to rock her hips against me, taking my dick over and over. “Make love to me, Damien.”
My hips started to move automatically, and I lowered myself until my face was close to hers. I didn’t kiss her, but I breathed with her, moved with her. My hand gripped the back of her neck and held her in place so I could rock into her easier. “Yes.”
She looked into my eyes while barely blinking, connecting her soul to mine as well as her body. She wore her heart on her sleeve, showed me how much she loved me every time she made love to me. It wasn’t just her enthusiasm, but the brightness in her eyes, the way her nails dug deep into my skin. “I love you.”
I rocked into her harder because those words invigorated me, made me fall deeper into this woman. “I love you too…”
Annabella had lived with me for two weeks, and those two weeks had given me more joy than any other time of my life. The gypsy had never said Annabella was my soulmate, but maybe she was. Maybe the gypsy simply didn’t mention it. Because I couldn’t imagine ever loving anyone the way I loved her.
Liam never showed his face again, and I actually believed he would keep his word. He owed me his life. I easily could’ve killed him and not felt any guilt about it. The least he could do was bow out permanently.
Annabella and I had a long conversation before she moved in—about my professional ambitions and how they would affect her. I wanted to forget about my beef with the Skull King and just be happy.
But he was part of everything. He’d helped Liam get Annabella out of the hospital room. Helped him break in to my home. He was an accomplice, and in my eyes, he was just as responsible for what I could’ve lost. Not to mention, he would’ve killed my father if I hadn’t stopped him.
I wouldn’t let that go.
That would be like asking Hades to forget about Maddox, to forget what that man did to the woman he loved.
The Skull King had been my enemy since the beginning, and no amount of rational conversation could change his attitude. He would continue to pursue revenge until I was dead or I wished I were dead.
I had to kill him.
It was eleven at night when I got out of bed, and I tried not to wake Annabella. I put on my jeans and t-shirt and prepared to walk out the door.
But she seemed to know anytime I left the bed, even if it was just to go to the bathroom for a piss. She sat up in bed, her hair pulled over one shoulder. With squinting eyes, she asked, “Where are you going?”
“Work.” I came back to the bed and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be home in a few hours.”
She was always devastated when I left, but she never pestered me to stay, never complained about my profession. “Be safe.” She kissed me goodbye.
“I will.” I kissed her forehead again. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I left her behind and headed to the lab. I knew exactly who would stop by my office, and when I walked inside, I realized he’d beaten me to the punch. He sat in the black chair in front of my desk, slicing an apple with a pocketknife.
“Who let you in?” I always locked the door.
He held up the knife. “This did.” He sliced into the apple, the noise loud and full of crunch. “Want a slice?”
I ignored him and opened the safe to start packing his money. I stuffed the cash into the duffel bag and threw it at his feet. “Get the fuck out.”
He took a long bite of his apple, chewing loudly just to be obnoxious. “Did you know apples have a significant portion of your daily value of vitamin C? You know what they say…an apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
“I’m gonna shove that apple up your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here.”
He rose to his feet and tossed the slices on my desk. “That’s an odd way to treat your business partner.”
“That’s what you think you are? A business partner?”
“Unless you think of us as friends?” He topped off the insult with a smile.
It was hard for me to look at him, to keep up this goddamn charade. If I’d had a plan, I’d kill him right then and there. “Enjoy your money while you can. It’s going to run out soon.”
“Business not doing well?”
“My business with you isn’t.”
He grabbed the bag of money and hoisted it over his shoulder. “Yeah, I thought you might be upset with me.”
I was tired of the sarcastic jokes, tired of this restrained diplomacy. “I’m gonna kill you.”
With no reaction at all, he stared at me blankly, as if his face was the surface of a wall. He was unintimidated, practically looking bored. “Be careful, Damien.”
“I could’ve lost her because of you. I have no reason to be careful.”
“It worked out in the end. I suggest you let it go.”
“Like you did?” I asked sarcastically. “You won’t stop until your pettiness is fulfilled. And now, I won’t stop until my vengeance is satisfied. Gravy train is about to stop. I don’t care what it takes. I will hurt you for what you’ve done to my family.”
He stood rigid in front of my desk, staring at me without blinking. He was a big guy with a lot of tattoos, and he was the most difficult person to read. He had unlimited resources and an endless scowl. It seemed like he might say something, but he never did.
“Leave.”
He turned toward the door. “Don’t make me kill you, Damien. I don’t want that, and neither do you.”
“No, I don’t,” I said. “But I do want to kill you. And I will.”
I sat with Hades and told him everything that had happened with Heath.
“You’ll take care of him, Damien. Eventually.”
I rubbed the back of my neck, so frustrated my skin burned. “I want to take care of him now.”
“Be patient. You’ve got to do this right.”
“Easier said than done…”
“You have something else to focus on right now.” Despite the late hour, he’d admitted me into his home, both of us drinking coffee instead of booze. “You have Anna now. Be happy. Don’t spend your time thinking about Heath.”
“I know. But he’s gonna keep collecting his money until he kills me…or I kill him.”
“You know I’m here if you need help.”
I wouldn’t bring him into this.
He watched the fire for a while before he turned back to me. “Look at us, drinking coffee like a bunch of pussies.”
I chuckled slightly. “Yeah. We used to spend our time at the bars and whorehouses. Now…we spend our time with our women.”
“I guess we’ve grown up.”
“And accepted our curses.”
He was quiet for a while. “After we left that purple tent, I thought we were cursed. But now, I think we were blessed…both of us.” He raised his mug in a toast. “To Sofia and Anna…our better halves.”
We were two grown men who had settled down. But instead of being bitter about it, we were happy…really happy. I grabbed my mug and tapped it against his. “And to us, too. Been friends for over a decade now.”
He smiled. “And we’ll be friends forever.”