Hate That I Love You

30

Leila

"You okay, baby?" Damian asked me as he helped me out of the car.

"I don't know." I admitted. "I've never gotten arrested before."

"Not fun right?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "It was worth it."

"I can always count on you to have my back. Thank you, baby." He leans in to kiss me. We took the ride up the elevator to his penthouse in silence. My knuckles were hurting and my feet feel like they're bleeding, and the side of my face is sore after having it pressed against that hard ass floor by that obnoxious cop. I'm just ready to go to bed after the wild night. This has to be the second time I fought at a Romano party. I've never seen Angelo so pissed before. Although, I don't feel bad for yanking Ava by her crusty ass scalp. She shouldn't have jumped in on my man, weirdo. She really needs to understand that I'm not the one to play with.

We made it to his penthouse. Damian held onto me the entire ride up the elevator. I could tell he was extremely tired the way he stooped his head down on my shoulder.

After we stepped off the elevator, Kane ran straight for us. "Hi, big babyyy. You still remember me?" I didn't get a chance to see him the last time I was here. He licked all over my hands. I missed him so much. He's such a big sweetheart like his daddy. I looked all around the apartment and noticed how extremely clean it was. There were more plants and newly added furniture. The color scheme changed from grey and blue to all black. Expected. I see he finally added a TV into the living room. Damian exhaustingly slumps over to his couch and falls with his back against the furniture.

I took my heels off and went to the kitchen to wash my hands and grab the first aid kit. I also grabbed an ice pack and wet a small hand towel. I picked up the tray of necessities and sat it down on the nearby table. I know Damian wasn't sleep just yet, so I lightly tapped him so he could lift his head for me to make room on the couch. I allow him to rest his head onto my lap while I cleaned his face off.

Lorenzo really did a number on Damian, but my baby always knows how to come out on top. If the cops hadn't stepped in, somebody would've definitely left in an ambulance tonight. I used the warm towel to dab away the blood from his cheek. He winced. "I'm sorry, baby," I said. I dabbed lightly this time. "How are you feeling?"

His brown eyes slowly ascended open to gaze into mine. "I should be the one asking you that."

"Why?"

"Why? Lei." Damian takes a deep breath. "Lorenzo just confessed that he's been drugging you with amnesia pills this whole time. He finally showed his true colors. You should be fuming right now."

I take a deep breath, still concentrating on his wounds. "He also finally admitted to fucking Ava the whole time as well." Damian rolls his eyes as if he truly didn't give two fucks. Or as if he had already known. A long pause goes by. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You were right about Lorenzo. The entire time. I should've listened to you. He really is a snake. The biggest clown I've ever met."

"It's alright, Leila. You didn't know."

"But I should've. I should've let him go completely the day I got all of my memories back. I have no clue what I was thinking."

He shifts uncomfortably and gets up from the couch. "Don't worry about it, baby."

"I can't. I can't help but beat myself up over this. I must be fuckin' crazy, Damian. To even have you agree to deal with me until I broke it off with him. Did I hit my head that hard to the point I lost some brain cells or something?"