Stained

Chapter 72

I don't know how much it cost him but that window looked pretty expensive. And the installation price? I know the money I have is probably nowhere near the amount he paid but I'll pay him this now and then start saving today to gather the rest.

Pushing open the double doors to the sweaty gym, I look around for Damien. I have my glasses on because it's vital for me to wear them when I drive, otherwise, I'm sure I would have forgotten to put them on.

I don't see him anywhere. I'm about to go into the locker rooms when the white office door to my right catches my attention. He could be in there.

I make a beeline for the door and barge inside without knocking. If he's not in there I know I'll look stupid but I'm way too mad to care.

Unlucky for him, he is. He's sitting on the edge of the desk, a phone between his shoulder blade and head. He's wearing a short-sleeved black t-shirt with grey jogging bottoms. The ones I tried on at his house the other day, but they didn't fit me.

His eyes move up from the paperwork he's skimming through on his desk and when they land on me he does a double-take as if he can't believe I'm here.

Neither can I.

I bang the door closed harder than necessary, but I can't help it. I want to hit something. Kick something, kick him. The latter sounds amazing.

Pushing my hand into my wallet, I retrieve the notes and pounds, and pennies and smack them on his desk next to him just as he tells whoever's on the phone that he'll call them back.

Don't bother jerk.

He wants to get a reaction out of me and I've just given him one. So instead of shouting at him and giving him more of what he wants, I turn on my heels to leave.

I've not made it two steps when Damien grabs my arm and in one swift motion, pulls me between his legs.

Even sitting on the desk he's tall.

I glare up at him and try to pull away but he pushes my arm behind my back, and in doing so, pulls my chest flush against his.

"Damien." I push at his chest with my cast covered hand. The jerks got my good one pinned behind me. "What are you doing?" I try to wriggle out of his hold but his grip is unrelentingly firm.

"What is that?" He nods his head in the direction of the cash I threw on his desk.

"What does it look like asshole? Money." I put all my strength into pushing against his chest but he grabs that hand too and places it behind my back.

I groan.

"Yeah, why?" He pushes my hands together into one of his.

"For the stupid window." My hair is in my face and an annoying strand is stuck to my lips. I shake my head and blow on it to get it out but it doesn't work. I need my hands but this assholes got them pinned behind my back.

Ugh, I want to stomp my foot like a child, he's so infuriating!

Damiens free hand comes up. I glare at it then him as he pushes my hair behind my ear, smiling.

I tentatively lick my lips from the brush of his fingers against my lips.

I quickly come to my senses and pull my head back. "Let me go, Damien."

He immediately complies. "I'm not taking the money." His voice is hard but his eyes are hooded as they stare at my lips.

I nod with mocking humour. "Okay."

I turn on my heels to leave but once again he stops me. This time by grabbing my hand.

"Rose."

"Let me go." I grit out through clenched teeth without looking back at him.