to get you in an hour. We’ll eat some breakfast and talk. I want to hear more about your missing friend. Okay?”
She could only dumbly nod. He walked toward the door and she couldn’t help how her eyes traveled to his very fine ass. He turned back just before he reached the door. Whoops…busted .
He gave her such a gentle smile it almost made her cry. What he said next did.
“Oh, and, Analise…you are worthy, my love.”
Tears slid down her face as he turned and silently walked out. If he noticed, he didn’t say a word, and for that, she was grateful.
C hapter 17
Damian
Damian entered Dev’s office, barely acknowledging T.
Forty-five minutes before he could return to Analise. Being separated from her made his heart ache. Being with her made his body ache. He hadn’t lost his erection once in the twelve hours since he’d met her, so he’d had to take a quick shower and empty his pipes before he burst. It was hollow, not gratifying, but served its purpose and the pressure had been slightly eased. At least maybe he could stand to be around her a little longer before he threw her against the closest object and fucked her into next week.
He could already hear her thoughts. Even if he couldn’t, she broadcast them loudly. It was like standing next to speakers at a rock concert. It took every ounce of strength to walk out of that bedroom when he saw her crying. He’d essentially already staked his claim on her, making his intentions known, and he knew she needed time to process his words.
The fact that she thought herself unworthy of love absolutely gutted him to his very soul. He had a ferocious need to know her, inside and out. How did his precious Analise come to know such pain and agony?
“I have some information on the girl.”
He glared daggers at T. “She’s not a fucking girl, she’s my Moira. And you’d do well to treat her with the respect she deserves.”
Surprise briefly flashed across T’s sharp features. If Analise was a conundrum, T was a complete enigma. No one knew much about the guy and Damian had never really given his story too much thought. He was a great asset, a great warrior. That was all he’d needed to know. He’d never asked. T never offered. Now that he’d met Analise, however, he couldn’t help but wonder what his story was.
“Forgive me, my lord. I had no idea.”
“Well, now you do.” Damian was acting like a bastard, but he was on the razor’s edge, the sharp blade threatening to cut deep.
“Analise Lisbeth Aster is her full name. She was a ward of the State of Wisconsin from birth.”
“Fuck,” he whispered. Could it possibly be?
T regarded him briefly before continuing. “She was in and out of no less than a dozen foster homes before she ran away at the age of fifteen. She was off the grid until the age of twenty, when she got her GED. She’s taking classes at the U of WI. Sociology major. She lives alone in a run-down duplex in a shitty part of town and has less than fifty bucks to her name. She’s behind a month on rent. She worked at some trucker diner until just a few days ago, right before she showed up at Dragonfly. She also occasionally has singing gigs at coffee shops and bars to earn extra cash.”
“What have you uncovered for the time she was off the grid?” Because in addition to being in and out of foster care, which he was sure was hard enough, the time she spent on the street no doubt molded her into the woman she was today. His gut churned at what she would have gone through to survive.
“Nothing yet, my lord. I’ll need more time. I will hit the streets myself this evening and see if I can find someone that knows her.”
“Yes, do that. Did you find anything out about a friend of hers named Beth?”
“No, my lord. But I’ll check into that as well. Do you have a last name?”
“No…not yet.” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to his next question, but he had to ask. “Any boyfriend?”
T
She could only dumbly nod. He walked toward the door and she couldn’t help how her eyes traveled to his very fine ass. He turned back just before he reached the door. Whoops…busted .
He gave her such a gentle smile it almost made her cry. What he said next did.
“Oh, and, Analise…you are worthy, my love.”
Tears slid down her face as he turned and silently walked out. If he noticed, he didn’t say a word, and for that, she was grateful.
C hapter 17
Damian
Damian entered Dev’s office, barely acknowledging T.
Forty-five minutes before he could return to Analise. Being separated from her made his heart ache. Being with her made his body ache. He hadn’t lost his erection once in the twelve hours since he’d met her, so he’d had to take a quick shower and empty his pipes before he burst. It was hollow, not gratifying, but served its purpose and the pressure had been slightly eased. At least maybe he could stand to be around her a little longer before he threw her against the closest object and fucked her into next week.
He could already hear her thoughts. Even if he couldn’t, she broadcast them loudly. It was like standing next to speakers at a rock concert. It took every ounce of strength to walk out of that bedroom when he saw her crying. He’d essentially already staked his claim on her, making his intentions known, and he knew she needed time to process his words.
The fact that she thought herself unworthy of love absolutely gutted him to his very soul. He had a ferocious need to know her, inside and out. How did his precious Analise come to know such pain and agony?
“I have some information on the girl.”
He glared daggers at T. “She’s not a fucking girl, she’s my Moira. And you’d do well to treat her with the respect she deserves.”
Surprise briefly flashed across T’s sharp features. If Analise was a conundrum, T was a complete enigma. No one knew much about the guy and Damian had never really given his story too much thought. He was a great asset, a great warrior. That was all he’d needed to know. He’d never asked. T never offered. Now that he’d met Analise, however, he couldn’t help but wonder what his story was.
“Forgive me, my lord. I had no idea.”
“Well, now you do.” Damian was acting like a bastard, but he was on the razor’s edge, the sharp blade threatening to cut deep.
“Analise Lisbeth Aster is her full name. She was a ward of the State of Wisconsin from birth.”
“Fuck,” he whispered. Could it possibly be?
T regarded him briefly before continuing. “She was in and out of no less than a dozen foster homes before she ran away at the age of fifteen. She was off the grid until the age of twenty, when she got her GED. She’s taking classes at the U of WI. Sociology major. She lives alone in a run-down duplex in a shitty part of town and has less than fifty bucks to her name. She’s behind a month on rent. She worked at some trucker diner until just a few days ago, right before she showed up at Dragonfly. She also occasionally has singing gigs at coffee shops and bars to earn extra cash.”
“What have you uncovered for the time she was off the grid?” Because in addition to being in and out of foster care, which he was sure was hard enough, the time she spent on the street no doubt molded her into the woman she was today. His gut churned at what she would have gone through to survive.
“Nothing yet, my lord. I’ll need more time. I will hit the streets myself this evening and see if I can find someone that knows her.”
“Yes, do that. Did you find anything out about a friend of hers named Beth?”
“No, my lord. But I’ll check into that as well. Do you have a last name?”
“No…not yet.” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to his next question, but he had to ask. “Any boyfriend?”
T
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