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Chapter 31: The Truth

We reached Damien's apartment, and the serious expression on his face hadn't changed. He parked and got out of the car, grabbing the bag. I quickly followed behind him, getting into the elevator. We reached the top floor, and not once had he made eye contact with me yet.

We stepped off the elevator, but I planted my feet on the ground instead of following him. "Are you not going to tell me why your expression suddenly changed? One minute you're laughing and the next you look like you want to murder someone." I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

He looked me up and down, quickly stomped towards me and grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards his apartment. He unlocked the door with one hand, and the other was still gripping my hand.

Damien opened the door and pulled me in, and locked the door behind us, throwing the bag on the floor. Then, he pushed me up against the wall, his right hand still holding my wrist and the other next to my head, on the wall. We were inches apart and the look in his eyes was deadly. I was breathing heavily, my chest rising up and down.

"You tried to hide it?" Damien said in a low, deep voice. Usually, I would feel flustered if we were this close. However, this time the expression on his face and his voice were serious and scary.

"W-What do you mean?" I managed to speak out.

"This." His right hand let go of my wrist, and he brought it up to my neck, lifting my chin up and lightly touching the skin underneath.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He found out.

My makeup must have rubbed away when I was wiping my neck with the scarf.

He found the hickey.

I gulped. "I-I." I didn't even know what to say. I mean what do I say. Chuck forced himself on me when we were at the movies. It's not really something I'm proud of.

"Speak, Naya." The space between us was still very close.

"Chuck," I said it. "Chuck did it."

Damien backed away from me. He turned his back to me, and I could see him clenching his fists. Then he turned back to me, caging me in again.

"Did you say yes? Did you want him to?" I could feel his warm, minty breath on my face.

"Uh. We-"

"Did you want Chuck to kiss you?" Damien asked. "Tell me the truth."

There was no point in lying to his face. He already knew the answer to that. "No. No, I did not want Chuck to kiss me."

Damien backed away and took a deep breath. He took my hand and led us to the couch, and we both sat down. "What happened? Tell me everything."

"You have to promise me you won't do anything." I rushed out.

"Like shit I won't do anything. That motherfucker deserves to be beaten to a coma, if not death."

"Damien."

"Belle. Just tell me."

"Fine. We went to the movies yesterday. In the middle of it, he- he put his hand on my thigh." Damien's deadly expression was coming back. "And he didn't move it when I told him to. He then leaned in and kissed my lips. And I tried pushing him away. And he kissed my neck-" I touched the hickey. "You know."

Damien didn't say anything for a minute.

I continued. "And then..." He looked at me with an expression that read 'there's more?' "He said "Remember this next time you think of double-crossing me. Viper."