The Perfect Mikaelson's

138|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie
3 months later

"Where the bloody hell is it?!" I growl, ripping the bedding off my bed, trying to find my phone. I've been searching for an hour and have yet to find it. The way it's been ringing, it should be close to dying.

"I found it in the closet with Easton who was taking a nap." Damon tosses me the phone. I tap the screen, seeing messages from both Davina and Avery concerning the wedding. We're three months out and apparently everything is being filtered through me.

Scanning through the messages, I try to reply to all the top priority ones, when the door shuts. I glance up at the sound, returning back to the messages, before my head snaps back up to Damon leaned up against the door.

"We need to talk."

"About?" I'm responding to Avery, assuring her the caters are paid for and the venue is big enough. Davina's stressing over a dress, so I just opt for the easy answer and invite her to come down and we go shopping together.

"Us." My fingers freeze on the screen, my brain shutting off. Looking up at him, I wait for a smile or him to laugh, so I can breathe again. Only, he doesn't. He just watches me carefully.

Shifting on my feet and locking my phone, I pocket it, hoping to find enough words to string together. "Us? What about us? Is this about Easton practicing magic again? I told you it's better if we start them young."

"It's not about Easton." My head jerks back, confused on what else it could be. I know what I initially thought, but that was a brief lapse in judgement, where my worst fears played out in my head.

Pushing off the door, he takes a couple steps closer and stops. "I want more. All this time together has proven to me that we work well together and we could have what we had back then."

I shake my head, taking a step back. "No." I need to get out of here. I need to put miles, hundreds of them, between us because this will blow up in my face if I don't stop it.

"No? What do you mean 'no'? You didn't even think about it." I shake my head again, another step back. "I don't have to think about it. I nearly blew up my marriage last time. I'm not willing to do that again. Derek and I have been good for four years. There's no way I'm messing that up again."

He's in front of me in an instant, leaning in until my back is nearly fused to the wall. "Yeah? Well I'm tired of acting like you mean nothing more to me than a friend. Don't act like you don't feel it too."

And he's right. I have been feeling it. I've been feeling it for months now, but I've made it a personal mission to avoid being left alone with him. I didn't trust myself to not throw it all away and just kiss him. To feel his lips against mine and his hands holding mine.

I know I promised Derek I would tell him if things ever changed with how I felt about Damon, but they didn't change suddenly or out of nowhere. They slowly faded back in from the corners of my mind from where I pushed them to.

"You're wrong, Damon." I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze to hopefully sell the lie I'm about to say. "What we had is long gone." His eyes narrow, his body pressing into mine, literally trapping me in a tough position.

"I know that's what you've been trying to convince yourself of, but you can't lie to me, Princess. I know all your deep, dark, ugly secrets and that's.." he twirls a strand of hair from my ponytail around his fingers, his eyes tracking the movement before looking back at me. "You never move on, you just hid the truth from yourself and your husband. Only thing is, you have a terrible poker face."

"Or.." I push my chest into his, trying to create some distance between us. It works.. but now I'm very aware of the mistake I just made. My skin burns hotter and my body tingles with a surge of adrenaline knowing we shouldn't do this, and the possibility of getting caught.

"Maybe I'm just being friendly. We are living and raising a kid together." His eyes flicker across my face, like he's waiting for me to tell him I'm lying. I am, but I'm better at hiding it than he thinks.

But I forgot one thing about Damon. His uncanny way of always getting the truth when he so desperately wants it.

He closes the gap between us, this time not holding back. His hands grip my hips, pulling me into him. "Yeah? And do you normally fantasize about your roommates? Getting yourself off to the thought of them when your husband isn't home?"

I nearly swallow my tongue m, as his head dips lower, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. "I know you pictured it was my hands between your legs. Spreading you open and fucking you until you screamed my name. All you had to do was ask. I would've kept your secret."

Tilting his head, he captures my lips, shoving his tongue inside of my mouth and groaning when I try to bite it. His fingers dig deeper into my skin, eliciting a moan from me, my face heating with embarrassment. I should stop this. I need to stop this.. but I can't.

"You think I can't hear you? All those night you cried out my name into your hand, fucking yourself, all because you want to please your husband." My lips move along with his, meeting each brutal lash of his tongue. "Tell me.. do you ever picture us both fucking you at the same time?"

All the sinful, forbidden fantasies flash behind my eyes, creating a lustful haze inside my head and an ache between my thighs.

My hands find their way to his back, pulling him closer as my nails dig in to keep him in place.

I've thought about every possible scenario of them doing nothing but worshipping my body. Being between them as the both fuck into me. Damon claiming every inch of my soul, as Derek watches. Derek pinning me to the bed, as Damon tells him what to do. Being tied up and blindfolded, as they do whatever they please, only letting me come when I can tell the difference between their touch.

It's all been an arms length away, but it'll never happen. Derek would never agree to that and a little part of me thinks Damon would only be in it for the sex. I couldn't possibly entertain that idea when I know my feelings would get in the way and ruin anything we could have.

Breaking the kiss, I quickly wiped away the evidence of what we just did m, before pushing him away. I need space to clear my head. I shouldn't have done that and I need to find a way to tell Derek. I can't let him find out on his own or by Damon telling him. He needs to hear it from me and know that I won't act on these feelings.. again.

"Abs,"

"Don't." I hold my hand up, stopping him from saying anything that'll piss me off or confuse me even more. I need to get my story straight and find a way to get Derek to believe me. I can't mess this up again.

"We're over, Damon. We've been over for a while and you need to accept that. Derek and I are happy. Easton is happy. Don't go and mess that up now." I side-step him, making a b-line for the door.

I just need to take some time and come to terms with everything. If I can't be around Damon without putting my marriage in jeopardy again, then I need to set sturdy boundaries with Damon. Even if that means having split custody and him moving back to Mystic Falls.

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