In Enemy Territory

by M. E. Clayton

  I didn’t stop until I felt her channel start to tremble around my cock. I held onto her hip with my other hand and knowing that she was cumming from my cock in her ass alone had me exploding inside her as I called out her name.

  Minutes later…or hours, not sure which…I pulled out of her body and falling to my side I gathered her up against me and just held her. Our breathing was the only thing that could be heard.

  After a few minutes, she whispered the one thing that gave me hope, “Was I the only virgin in this room tonight?”

  I kissed the back of her neck. “No, baby, you weren’t. That always belonged to you, too.”

  Chapter 23

  Fiona – I’ve got to be the stupidest person on the planet hands down.

  There’s stupid and then there’s me.

  I don’t think there’s a word in the English language that can accurately describe the level of stupidity that I have engaged in and continue to engage in.

  Instead of kicking Damien out of my house after he fought Jason, I let him use my body however he saw fit until I fell asleep from exhaustion.

  And I loved every second of it.

  The soreness I felt this morning getting ready for work had me so turned on, I actually contemplated having Debbie cover for me so I could drive to G&C and let him do it to me all over again.

  I must be sick to crave the things he does to me.

  I knew without a doubt that I was in love with Damien, but that knowledge did nothing but make me feel weak and stupid. Love is supposed to make you feel strong and secure, not helpless and confused. He’s spent most his life hurting me and loving him felt like a betrayal, a betrayal to my parents, to Jason and even to Vicky. She suffered too by just being my best friend.

  But it was those small gestures of affection; the quiet whispers of love, the way he made me feel when he’s inside me that made me want to forgive him everything.

  My thoughts made me feel like a fool, while he made me feel loved.

  I just didn’t know how to not feel like a fool. I wanted a guarantee that if I gave myself to him completely, he’d never hurt me or my family and friends again, but you can’t get that kind of guarantee from a lunatic…they’re freakin’ lunatics.

  I was two sane ideas away from dragging Vicky to a goddamn psychic and letting a complete stranger tell me which path to choose. That’s how lost I felt.

  Not even to mention, what would happen even if I did go for it? Would we live here or in San Francisco? Would I need to give up Fiona’s or would he suffer the three hour commute every day?

  Fuck! I was not in equipped to make all these grown up decisions.

  I picked up the phone and dialed Vicky. It was either her and Mercury’s or Stella The Psychic…and yes, I actually looked one up.

  She answered on the first ring, probably because she knew I was surfing the psychic network. “What up, nut?”

  “I’m going crazy, Vee, like really crazy, not just being part of the band so we can get in free crazy.”

  “Hey! That was not crazy, that was ingenious,” she objected.

  “Yeah, up until the point where you told them you could fill in for the drummer!” I’ll never forget that night. I think we’re still banned from the club.

  “How the hell was I supposed to know there was a drum solo in that song?”

  “Gee, I don’t know, Vee, maybe the fact that they were a rock group.”

  She harrumphed, clearly offended. “That didn’t stop fans from asking for my autograph.”

  I started rubbing my temple. “You mean Drunk Herb?”

  “Did you just call me to ruin a beautiful memory?”

  “No. I need drinks and some serious advice. No bullshit, Vee.”

  “I’ll meet you at Mercury’s in ten.”

  She hung up and I fell in love with her just a little more. I’d rather have one loyal friend than fifty simple bitches that aren’t really real. One Vicky is worth a thousand weak bitches. I gathered my stuff together and locked up my office.

  To my surprise, Debbie stopped me on my way out. “Hey, Fiona, you got a sec?”

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  She was biting her lower lip. “Uh, I really don’t know how to say this without sounding…”

  I waved away her concern. “Just tell me, Dee.”

  She took a deep breath. “You look like shit, Fee. And I’m not talking your normal morning after with Vicky. I’m talking like I almost left a suicide hotline flyer on your desk earlier when you went to lunch.”

  I started laughing and I couldn’t stop.

  Debbie pointed at me. “See. That right there is disturbing, Fiona.”

  I got myself under control, but I couldn’t help the little laughs that escaped. “I’m fine, honest.”

  “Do me a favor? Take tomorrow off, and if you need Wednesday, take that too. Just to give me peace of mind, please,” she begged.

  Her face was nothing but sincere as I regarded her. “I don’t deserve you, Debbie.”

  “True, but you’re still the best boss I’ve ever had and if you go insane, I’d have to find another job and I just can’t have that kind of disruption in my life right now. So I’ll see you Thursday, okay?”

  I gave her a hug. “Okay.”

  I made it to Mercury’s just in time to see Vicky getting out of her car. She made her way over to me and without a word, linking her arm around mine, we went into Mercury’s on our mission.

  I let Vicky steer me towards a back table. “No bar?”

  “Nope, I have to go into the office tomorrow and if we sit at the bar that’s not going to happen.” And as serious as she could be, she finished with, “I don’t lie to myself, Fee.”

  I just laughed. “A table it is, then.”

  We sat down and one of the cocktail waitresses made her way over to us. “You’re usual, Ladies?”

  Vicky winked at her. “You know it, Steph.”

  “Okay, what gives, chick?”

  I threw my head down on the table. “I want to forgive him, marry him and have fifty little black haired, green eyed babies with him, Vee.”

  I felt the table bounce a little when Stephanie set our customary bucket of beer down. I didn’t lift my head until I heard Vicky crack open a beer. “I need your honest opinion, Vee, no matter how brutal.”

  She took a long swallow of her beer before she spoke, “There are only two options to choose from, Fee.”

  “I know.” Her statement wasn’t helping me at all.

  “Choosing him makes me feel weak though.” I reached for a beer. “How can I love him after all he’s done to me?” She tilted her head at me and that’s when I realized it was the first time I’ve ever said the words out loud to anyone.

  “Fiona, I know he’s done some horrible things to you and I know he’s left you with some pretty deep scars, but…”

  I took a drink of my beer, because it felt like I was going to need it. “But what?”

  “Everything that man has done, both good and bad, has been to find a way to hold on to you, Fee. His lies and manipulations have all been to be with you. Yeah, his execution and methods run along the side of crazy and unhealthy, but because he’s unbalanced, that man is going to love you for the rest of his life. Fiona, Damien loves you to distraction. He’s going to spend all of his days finding new ways, and let’s be honest, insane ways to cherish and worship you. I know without a doubt he will never look at another woman as long as he has your love. Hell, he may not even without your love.”

  I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. “Vicky…”

  She reached over and placed her hands over mine. “He’s offering you a love that most people can only dream about. He’s going to make mistakes, and Lord knows, he’s going to piss you off from time to time, but that comes with all relationships.”

  “So you’re saying I should choose him?”

  “I’m saying you should do what makes you happy. And Fee, when he’s not fighting to find a way to tie you to hi
m forever, he’s making you happy. There is no other man on this earth who is going to love you like Damien does. He wants to be able to tell his grandchildren that he’s loved their grandmother since he was five.”

  I couldn’t stop the sobs if I had tried. I immediately felt Vicky’s arms around me. “Fee, quit being scared of what he might do and accept that if he finally has you like he wants you, that man will never hurt you again.”

  I looked up. “How can you know this, but I don’t?”

  “Even Jason could see it, Fee. Why do you think he took that ass whoopin’ without calling the cops? When I got him home and cleaned him up, all he could talk about was that he’d never seen love in tangible form like that before and even commented on how amazing it was to see,” she answered.

  As soon as Vicky resumed sitting in her seat, a box of tissue was dropped in the center of the table. Stephanie was so going to get a huge tip. “So just forgive him everything and hand over my soul?”

  She shrugged a shoulder. “Seems only fair since he sold his to the devil years ago just to be with you.”

  “I love you, Vee.”

  “I know you do.” She signaled for Stephanie. “Now get your ass to San Fran and put the poor fool out of his misery before he ends up on the six o’clock news.”

  I jumped up, hugged her and ran out of Mercury’s.

  I sat in traffic for what seemed like days. It humbled me to know that Damien made this drive for me a few times and I know he’d continue to if I asked him.

  I’m not going to lie. I was petrified. It’s hard enough to trust someone completely who’s never hurt you, but to take that leap of faith with someone who has a history of doing nothing but, that’s some scary shit. Love was some scary shit.

  The commute traffic gave me plenty of time to digest Vicky’s words. She hadn’t pointed out anything that he hadn’t already confessed to me, but I know now that I just didn’t want to get my hopes up. She was right. The way he went about dealing with his feelings for me was wrong, but I can’t deny the idea that he’s loved me since we were five was the shit fairy tales were made out of.

  I didn’t want to pass that up just because I was scared. I’d been scared enough. I wanted to be brave and that included being brave enough to handle heartbreak if it came down to that. People who loved unguardedly, even after they’ve had their hearts broken, were the epitome of brave.

  My biggest fear was that I would confess my love for him and then he’d laugh in my face with a victorious ‘checkmate’ booming through the laughter. But I realized that I loved him no matter what his reaction would be. Whether his love for me is real or not, it doesn’t change how I feel about him, so why hide it? Why hold on to it like a dirty secret?

  I finally found myself on the streets of San Francisco heading towards G&C. The closer I got, the more nervous I became. I have been unsure of my feelings for this man all my life and now that I was certain of what I felt, I had no idea how to tell him. I had no idea what kind of relationship we’d have now, but I knew I wanted to find out.

  I was no longer 18 and I was no longer lost.

  When I easily found a parking space near the building, I looked at the time on my phone and saw that it was almost seven already. I didn’t even know if he was still at his office. But no matter, I’d track him down at his penthouse if I had to. Now that I chose him, I was going to see this through.

  I sped walked to the lobby’s front doors, only to find them locked. I started pushing and pulling on them as if that would make them magically open. I could see a security guard making his way over to the doors. He didn’t open them, but I could hear him clearly through the glass. “Office hours are closed.”

  “I know, but I need to see Damien…uh, Mr. Greystone.”

  “Then make an appointment during the appropriate hours, ma’am.” He pointed to the watch on his wrist for emphasis.

  “Please…I…I want to surprise him.”

  He finally took pity on me and opened the doors. “Surprise him? Are you some sort of stripper-gram or something?”

  I couldn’t hold back my laugh. “I don’t have that kind of confidence, sir.” He smiled good-naturedly at me, so that gave me some hope. “My name’s Fiona Eldstead and-”

  “I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”

  “Fiona Eldstead.”

  He immediately pulled the door open and ushered me inside. After shutting the doors and relocking them he turned to me. “I’m so sorry Ms. Eldstead…”

  “Please, call me Fiona.”

  He offered me a grateful smile. “I’m sorry, Fiona. Of course, business hours don’t apply to you.”

  I knew my face looked as confused as I felt. “They don’t?”

  “No ma’am. You’re on Mr. Greystone’s personal approval list.”

  My eyebrows shot up. “I am?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I peered at his name tag. “Grant…may I call you Grant?”

  Grant inclined his head. “Of course you may.”

  I smiled and nodded. “Well, Grant, I’ve never been here before. I was hoping to surprise Damien, but I’d probably get lost without your help.”

  “He’s on the top floor.” Grant walked me to the office directory and explained the path I needed to take to get to Damien.

  “Thank you so much!” I headed towards the elevator and pushed the button for the twentieth floor. The ride up felt like a lifetime and my stomach was so tied up in nervous knots I wouldn’t be surprised if I lost my lunch in here. The elevator finally stopped and I stepped out into one of the most sophisticated office areas I’d ever seen…and into my future.

  Chapter 24

  Damien – It’s her or it’s nothing.

  I looked around the prison that is my office-because work was the only thing keeping me from kidnapping the fuck out of Fiona-and wondered how the fuck did things got so out of hand. After fucking Fiona until she collapsed, I made the drive home just to give myself some time to get myself under control. I knew I couldn’t keep her in orgasmic bliss 24 hours a day, so I had to come up with some way to make this shit right.

  I called Will and asked him what I should do and his uncomplicated advice was to just throw myself on her sword and beg forgiveness. He also had the nerve to tell me I was wrong about Jason, but then he’d never live his life for only one woman. I got my satisfaction when I mentioned how Vicky took Jason home and took care of him. He seemed to be irritated, but still insisted his night with Vicky was casual. I knew better, though.

  I was so lost in thought I almost didn’t hear the faint knock on my office door. I was pretty sure I was the only one left in the building, but since I hadn’t left my office since three this afternoon, I couldn’t be sure. It was probably the cleaning service. “Come in.” They can just clean around me.

  I looked up at the door opening and it’s a good thing I was sitting because my knees might have given out on me. “Fiona?” Her steps into my office were hesitant and unsure and I hated that. I stood up and practically ran around my desk to greet her.

  I ran my hands up her arms and placed them on her shoulders, peering down at her. She looked scared and…sad. I can handle scared. It was the sad that was fucking me up all to hell. “What are you doing here? Are you okay? Did something happen?” The look on her face was killing me. I searched her precious brown eyes and all I saw was sad insecurity and it almost brought me to my knees. “Baby, tell me what’s wrong?”

  And then without ceremony or any finesse what so ever, she blurted out the words I’d been waiting to hear since the day she wanted to share her crayons with me. “I love you.”

  I knew I heard her correctly, but to be fair, the question needed to be asked all things considering. “Are you okay, Halloween? Did you hit your head, maybe?”

  She let out the most beautiful laugh. “No! I didn’t hit my head, you dork.”

  I bent at the knees and took her face in my hands. I needed a direct view in to her face to know for
sure. “You love me?”

  She looked so worried. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I…do.”

  I was trying to be happy with what she was giving me, but it wasn’t enough. To be honest, even if she gave me everything she had, I still don’t think it’d ever be enough. I quickly flashed back to the threat of tattooing my name on the inside of her thighs. “I can’t tell you what it does to me to hear you say you love me, Halloween, but I need you to be in love with me.” You would think I’d be happy with what she was already giving me, but I was selfish when it came to Fiona. I wanted every molecule that made up her mind, body and soul.

  She gave me a small smile before she clarified. “I love you, Damien. I’m in love with you. I have to be, that’s the only thing that explains why I keep coming back no matter what you do to me.”

  I winced. I couldn’t help it, but I never regretted my actions and I’d be lying if I said I did now. I don’t. I’ll never regret a single choice I’ve made because that would mean I was capable of taking another path, and I wasn’t. I’m not.

  And now that I had her…really had her, I’ll be dead before I let her go or let someone try to take her from me. “I can’t say I’m sorry for any of it, Fiona. I know you deserve an apology and I know I should feel bad for a lot of the things I put you through, but I just don’t. I was mean and manipulative because I didn’t know how to handle the way you made me feel. You think I tormented you every day, but it was you who tortured the fuck out of me every minute of every goddamn day, Halloween.” Truth be told, she still torments me. Her being is the source of my existence.

  Her eyes spilled over and I just prayed they were happy tears as I continued, “There was never a moment in my life where you weren’t the only option, regretting or being sorry would imply that there was, and that’s simply not true.”

  Fiona wrapped her delicate hands around my wrists. “You can’t hurt me anymore, Damien.” I nodded in earnest, but she kept going. “You can’t lie to me or threaten the people I love. You just can’t. I love you so much, but the trust isn’t coming so easily, so just please, please promise me.”