“Tonight,” he growled softly next to her lips. “I’ll show you how much I want you.”
Someone cleared their throat, then said, “Get a room.”
Jules didn’t even bother looking to see who it was. Her eyes were locked on Damion’s. She wanted so badly to tell him how she felt about him. Right there in the hallway, feet from where she worked. But she held back. There had to be a better time, a better place.
She swallowed the words she was about to say, her feelings, and took a step away from him.
“I was going to swing by my parents tonight. My mother said there was some news on my dad.” Her mother had texted her earlier that morning a very encrypted message.
“Want me to tag along?” he offered.
“No, it’s okay. I know you’re tired. Go home, rest. I’ll be home before dark.” She kissed him again. “Want me to pick us up some dinner along the way? Li’s is right by my parents. Feel like eggrolls and noodles?” She knew they were among his favorite foods.
He smiled. “Sounds good. But later, we’re going to finish this.” He waved a finger between them.
“Promise?” she purred, then turned and went back to work.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
There was so much that Damion expected to happen after the video, the full video, was released. What he hadn’t expected was an influx of personal attention, social media, email, and even messages. His name had been leaked. Someone he knew had connected him with the video.
His social media accounts were flooded with new follows and friend requests, all of which he ignored.
He doubted it was anyone at the camp. It wasn’t as if he was trying to hide. After all, everyone know who Zoey and Lisa were. Aaron’s name had yet to be connected to the video, though, which meant most likely someone had gone through the camp’s employee roster and tagged him. Being one of the four black people working at the camp, he was probably easy to find.
Then again, he knew Aaron’s past was… guarded. Maybe he was a little harder to pin down than Damion had been?
By the time he walked into the apartment, he had shut off his phone. He was tired of all the messages. He’d sent Jules a message telling her he was going to shut down for a while.
He had hit the gym with the guys before leaving the campgrounds. Since he knew Jules would be stopping off and grabbing dinner, he held off on eating anything when he got home. Instead, he landed face-first on the couch and fell fast asleep.
He woke to someone pounding on the door. There were three loud bangs, then the door was busted in as a group of men in all black stormed inside, shouting at him to get down.
At first, he thought it was a dream. But then he was shoved into the sofa, his face held into one of Jules’s brightly colored pillows as things were shouted at him.
“Are you alone?”
“Do you have any weapons?”
“Stop resisting.”
He lay there, completely lax as his body was forced into an uncomfortable position.
“Answer the questions,” someone shouted in his ear loudly enough that his ears rang.
“I’m alone. No, no weapons,” he said.
Then he was jerked up. “Damion Wells?”
“Yes,” he said, blinking as a bright light was shown directly in his eyes.
“Are there any drugs or weapons on the premises?”
“No,” he said, blinking. “Has something happened to Jules?” He glanced around, hoping to figure out what time it was. Had he slept longer than he’d expected? Shouldn’t she be home by now? Worry flooded his mind. So much so he was no longer listening to the questions yelled at him.
Finally, after what seemed like hours had passed and a million questions had been yelled at him, the energy in the room settled.
Damion recognized one of the officers who had come to talk to Zoey shortly after she’d lost the baby. Larry walked right up to Damion and stuck his face in his.