The Enemy Duet by M.E. Clayton

Author:M.E. Clayton [Clayton, M.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-17T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 23

I’ve got to be the stupidest person on the planet hands down.

Fiona~

There was stupid and then there was me.

I didn’t think there was a word in the English language that could accurately describe the level of stupidity that I have engaged in and continued to engage in.

Instead of kicking Damien out of my house after he fought Jason, I let him use my body however he saw fit until I fell asleep from exhaustion.

And I loved every second of it.

The soreness I felt this morning getting ready for work had me so turned on, I actually contemplated having Debbie cover for me, so I could drive to G&C and let him do it to me all over again.

I must be sick to crave the things he does to me.

I knew without a doubt that I was in love with Damien, but that knowledge did nothing but make me feel weak and stupid. Love is supposed to make you feel strong and secure, not helpless and confused. He’s spent most his life hurting me and loving him felt like a betrayal, a betrayal to my parents, to Jason and even to Vicky. She suffered too by just being my best friend.

But it was those small gestures of affection; the quiet whispers of love, the way he made me feel when he’s inside me that made me want to forgive him everything.

My thoughts made me feel like a fool while he made me feel loved.

I just didn’t know how to not feel like a fool. I wanted a guarantee that if I gave myself to him completely, he’d never hurt me or my family and friends again, but you couldn’t get that kind of guarantee from a lunatic…they’re freakin’ lunatics.

I was two sane ideas away from dragging Vicky to a goddamn psychic and letting a complete stranger tell me which path to choose. That’s how lost I felt.

Not even to mention, what would happen even if I did go for it? Would we live here or in San Francisco? Would I need to give up Fiona’s or would he suffer the three-hour commute every day?

Fuck, I was not in equipped to make all these grownup decisions.

I picked up the phone and dialed Vicky. It was either her and Mercury’s, or Stella The Psychic…and yes, I actually looked one up.

She answered on the first ring, probably because she knew I was surfing the psychic network. “What up, nut?”

“I’m going crazy, Vee. Like really crazy. Not just being-part-of-the-band-so-we-can-get-in-free crazy.”

“Hey! That was not crazy, that was ingenious,” she objected.

“Yeah, up until the point where you told them you could fill in for the drummer!” I’ll never forget that night. I think we’re still banned from the club.

“How the hell was I supposed to know there was a drum solo in that song?”

“Gee, I don’t know, Vee, maybe the fact that they were a rock group.”

She harrumphed, clearly offended. “That didn’t stop fans from asking for my autograph.”

I started rubbing my temple. “You mean, Drunk Herb?”

“Did you just call me to ruin a beautiful memory?”

“No.

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