Damon
I wasn’t sure what brought me back, other than the inability to walk away. I had reached the lobby before realizing I wasn’t leaving. No punky little doctor was going to throw me out. If Phoebe wanted me to leave her alone, I would, but I’d be sitting in the waiting room.
I knew that wasn’t a normal reaction. She’d seemed hesitant around me, and I’d accused her of fraud. It hadn’t been my finest moment, and I was ashamed of it. I couldn’t deny I was still wary though. A lot of people had tried to get money from me over the years either via sympathy or more ambiguous means. I shouldn’t assume everyone was after my money though.
Maybe I went back to apologize. Maybe, though I’d be the first to admit that wasn’t my strong suit. I was almost to her room when that young doctor came bursting out, clearly annoyed. He glared at me for a long moment, shook his head, and said, “Maybe you’ll have more luck.”
I frowned, wanting to ask what he meant, but he was already gone. Perplexed, I went back into her room. I expected to find her in the bed, so I froze in shock when I saw her back to me. Almost every lovely inch of the backside of her body was exposed to me, aside from a modest pair of briefs. My mouth went dry, and my cock hardened at the sight.
The discoloration down her spine brought everything back into focus, and I snapped at her. She whirled, revealing her breasts. I swallowed a sudden lump in my throat and stared like a moron for half a second. Only when she crossed her arms over her chest did I recover a smidgeon of control.
Blinking, I strode closer, asking again, “What are you doing?”
She glared at me. “None of your business.”
I frowned. “You look like you’re getting dressed, which makes no sense for a patient admitted to the hospital.”
“I’m leaving.”
“You are not.” I reached for her arm, and she winced and pulled away. I didn’t know if I’d touched a tender spot, or she just hated my touch. The second thought made me ill, and I shied away from considering it. “You need to stay a couple of days.”
“I need to get out of here. I have things to do, and I’m not going to waste money staying in the hospital.”
My lips tightened. “You’d risk your health over a few thousand dollars?”
Her eyes narrowed into thin slits. “To us regular people, that’s a lot of money, Mr. Santos.”
I reached for her again, and she shrugged me off vigorously enough to dislodge one of her arms. I caught a glimpse of side-boob before quickly averting my gaze. “Leaving is foolish.”
She shrugged. “I’m still going.” Phoebe turned from me then, reaching into the cubby and slipping on a tank top with her back turned to me. She shimmied into yoga pants a moment later, and they were ripped down one leg, revealing wicked road rash on the flesh underneath.
I adopted my CEO voice, the one my employees wouldn’t dare ignore. “Get back in that bed this instant.”
She froze for a second before resuming dressing. She slipped her feet into shoes, sans socks, which she shoved into the pocket of her blood-stained hoodie after slipping it on. I stared at her in shock that she was ignoring my command.
“Did you hear me?”
She shrugged and glared at me over her shoulder. “Sure, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to you.” She moved with more pep than I’d expected when she stepped back, holding her purse, and closed the cubby. Her hospital gown laid on the floor, and she winced when she bent down to pick it up.
“Are you always so stubborn?”
She ignored that and slipped past me. I wanted to reach out, lift her, and carry her to the bed, but I restrained myself. “Please, Phoebe, think this through.”
“I am. I’m fine.”
I rolled my eyes at the defiance in her gaze that matched her tone. “You can’t be sure of that.”
“I’m sure I can’t waste time or money staying in the hospital.” She walked toward the door.
I didn’t know who was more startled when that doctor appeared in the doorway. Both of them let out cries of surprise, and they took a step back.
He recovered first. “You really can’t leave, Phoebe.” He held up what looked like a photograph.
She shook her head. “Gotta.”
He frowned at her severely. “No.” Lifting the picture, he tapped a section on the brain scan. “You have bruising on the brain. You need to rest to make sure it doesn’t get worse.”
“I can rest at home.”
I gnashed my teeth together as I strode forward. “What will you do if you don’t wake up?”
She looked impassive. “I guess I’ll die.”
I flinched and traded glances with the young doctor. For the first time, I wondered if her appearing in front of my car had been motivated by depression rather than a desire for money or an accident. “She’ll come home with me.”
“I will not.”
“I guess that would be okay.” The doctor seemed sullen for a moment but nodded. “She needs someone to watch over her for twenty-four hours, at minimum, if she’s going to insist on going home.”
“I can handle that.”
“You aren’t handling anything.”
We both ignored her, continuing to discuss her medical condition, and what I should watch for. It wasn’t until she stomped her foot and let out a sound of exasperation that I looked at her again. I tried to find a kind, yet insistent, tone. “This is the only way he’s going to let you out of here. If you try to leave alone, I’ll get my incredibly expensive firm of attorneys and make them earn their retainer by taking it to court. We’ll let a judge decide if you’re competent enough to leave.”
“And by then, enough time will have passed that you’ll be fine to leave alone.” The doctor sounded satisfied. “So, you can either stay here for another twenty-four hours, or you can leave with Mr. Santos.”
I fully expected her to choose the hospital, especially after she gave me a dirty look. If it could have caused pain, I’d be writhing.
“Fine. Santos is better than the hospital. At least he’s free—unless you expect me to pay you, Mr. Santos?” Her voice was saccharine.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I nodded to the doctor, revising my opinion of him. He’d seemed frivolous and on a power trip, but he clearly had his patients’ best interests at heart. “Is there paperwork?”
“Yes, because she’s still leaving against medical advice.” He shook his head, clearly displeased with that, but he didn’t seem so riled now. He left us a moment later.
She didn’t look at me. That bothered me for some reason I couldn’t explain. “Phoebe?”
She still didn’t turn her head. “What?”
“I’m trying to help.”
She finally looked at me, but it wasn’t with gratitude. “I don’t want your help. Help usually comes with strings, so no thanks.” With that, she walked out of the room and went down the hall.
I followed, watching from a distance as she endured a berating from Karen before signing the paperwork. When it was obvious she was ready, I followed then.
As I passed Karen, she smiled at me. “You’re such a sweetheart, Mr. Santos.” She fluttered her eyes at me. If I expended the slightest effort, I could have her bent over in the cleaning closet within five minutes.
The idea left me numb. I managed a polite smile and trailed behind my reluctant houseguest. My pulse thumped, and I realized I was looking forward to more sparring with her. She made things new and interesting.
PhoebeI shouldn’t have been so surprised that he lived in a veritable mansion after seeing his car—the same one that struck me—but I had to struggle not to gape like a moron. I’d seen things like this on TV, but never in real life. A lot of the furnishings were like what people I knew bought, but I bet the rug in the foyer wasn’t fifteen dollars from the used shop like mine was.“Let me show you to a room, Phoebe.”I grunted. I was still annoyed at the way he’d taken over, and how he and Dr. Kormin had maneuvered me into this situation. I didn’t want to submit to anyone’s highhandedness, but I was tired, and I could spare a few hours to sleep before having to get to Berkshire in the morning.I followed him up a grand circular staircase. I discreetly tapped my heel against one of the steps, deciding it was probably real white marble. I didn’t know for sure though. It wasn’t like my education had included such details. “Where are you planning to dump me now that you’ve dragged me home?
DamonHer scent surrounded me, and with her soft curves pressed against me, I couldn’t resist temptation. I lowered my head and brushed my lips against hers. It was supposed to be a gentle kiss, practically grandfatherly, before I pushed her away. That’s what it was in my head anyway.Until my lips touched hers. It was like the first spark of a raging inferno. Her lips molded to mine, and our mouths pressed against each other with unbridled hunger. I deepened the kiss, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She stiffened slightly, like it shocked her, but then she relaxed against me again.With a surge of enthusiasm, she returned my kiss with equal fervor. She tasted like honey and sin, and I wanted to lick up every drop. I caressed her tongue with mine, gently following the sides and contours with the tip of mine. She moaned and pressed closer, further opening her mouth.With a hint of shyness, her tongue stroked against mine. It was light and maddening, yet completely intoxicating. I w
PhoebeThe accident was going to kill me. Not the injuries from the event, but the embarrassment I experienced after throwing myself at him. It had to be the concussion. There was no other explanation for my uncharacteristic actions. I was going to die from humiliation.That kept me from sleeping, so I was up and ready to leave very early the next morning. I was sore and stiff, so I moved slowly. I wasn’t trying to sneak away. I was just being quiet out of consideration—and a wish to avoid another interaction with Damon.“I should have expected you to sneak out.”His disapproving voice sounded behind me as I carefully eased open the doorknob on the front door. I let out a startled yelp and whirled to face him. “What’s the matter with you? Why are you sneaking up on me and giving me a heart attack?”He had his arms crossed over his chest—I couldn’t help noticing he was still bare from the waist up, forcing me to look away as my clit pulsed at the tempting sight—and he shook his head. “
Chapter SevenPhoebeIt was strange to be riding beside him in the car that had hit me without the lingering resentment I’d felt when he drove me to his house. I directed him to make the last turn, and he drew up to the magnificent iron gates of Berkshire. It looked like a quaint English manor home, complete with rolling green hills and the ornate fence around the property. When I considered the fence was there to keep the people in the walls from escaping so they wouldn’t hurt themselves, it wasn’t so cheerful.He seemed confused about why we were there, but he gave my name to the attendant and pulled up the long driveway. When he reached the visitor parking lot, I hopped out without waiting for him. “I’ll be back shortly.” I rushed inside, at least as much as I could rush with my battered body, not wanting him to know too much about my errand.I entered the main office, and the receptionist gave me a sour look. In the twelve years my sister had been a resident of Berkshire, I don’t
DamonIt took every ounce of self-control not to return to that smug prick’s office and slug him in the face. I was doing my best to control that urge, but it was hard. I would have been outraged if he’d done that to anyone, but especially to my Phoebe.My…she wasn’t my anything. I had to give myself that harsh reminder, which made me clench my hands tighter around the wheel after we’d returned to the car. “Where would you like to eat?” My voice sounded stilted.She was already stiff and jerked upright at the question, seeming on-edge. I saw her from the corner of my eye and wanted to reach out to soothe her sore spots when she winced.“I’m not hungry.” Her stomach rumbled then.I turned slowly from the wheel to look at her, brow raised. “Really?”She flushed and looked away. “I’m sure you have things to do, and I need to get some rest before my shift tonight.”I frowned. “You can’t expect to be able to dance tonight?”She glared at me. “I’ll do what I must, Mr. Santos.”I realized he
PhoebeI stared at him for a long moment, rendered speechless. “You can’t. You didn’t want me last night.”He laughed. “I knew you remembered that.”I flushed and looked away, hastily selecting something from the menu and giving my order to Dana when she reappeared. She was a perfectly put-together blond woman in her late-thirties, though cosmetics took off a good ten years. Her evident tiredness added five more, but she was still sophisticated and beautiful. That was the kind of woman Damon should want.My eyes narrowed as I recalled her words. “Have you slept with her?” I grasped hold of his forearm when I asked.He winced, gently prying my nails from his skin. “I guess I’m not the only one with some jealousy issues.”I tossed my hair. “Don’t be absurd. I’m just curious.”He laughed. “Sure you are. I did though.”“Sleep with her?”“No sleeping involved, and it was a long time ago, but I was referring to last night. I did want you. I do. I was just trying to be a better man.”I slowl
PhoebeI stared at him in shock for a half a second before I nudged against him to let me out. “Move.”He frowned, not budging. “Calm down.”I shook my head, furious with him and whatever about me made him think I’d be okay with such a fucked-up request. “Get out of my way. Now!” My tone was a little shrill.Instead of moving, he grasped my hand under the table. “Just calm down and listen.”“I’d never do something so vile. What makes you think I’d ever have a child to hand over to a pedophile?”His eyes widened, and then his own cheeks flushed with anger. “That’s disgusting.” He glared down at me. “That wasn’t what I meant at all. I want a legacy. I have no family, and I don’t want a wife. I want to have a child in the near future, and you need help with your sister. We can both satisfy each other’s needs and have a good time doing it.”I was still glaring at him, but I calmed slightly. The surge of nausea burning up my throat subsided as I sat staring at him. “You just want to be a f
DamonI tried not to grin at her impatient air. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was anxious to get on to the conceiving part. “This is the last one.” I turned the contract to the final page. My attorney had prepared it, but I was presenting it to her privately in my office at my penthouse. It felt more informal that way, and I hoped less intimidating.I held my breath as she read the last page and signed with a flourish. When she handed it back, I signed too, and it was done. A fully executed contract, at least once my attorney notarized it, and our deal was officially beginning.She’d been staying with me for the last three days while my attorney drew up the contract, and I prepared all the things I’d promised. I’d sensed her impatience and patent disbelief at me keeping to myself, but I’d reminded myself it had to be in writing before we proceeded.It was now, and there was nothing to keep me from reaching out to pull her into my arms. “Let’s seal it a little less orthodoxica