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trying to get white spots out of my head from the headlights when I hear him nearing me.
 Hey Ron, this is one big clusterfuck dude. I m glad you called. We re definitely going to have to
get that pump down here to clear this water out, or we ll be on hold for another two weeks.
 I m not Ron.
I d recognize that voice anywhere. I jab the stick into the mud and turn towards him.
 Aaron, why are you here? What the hell is going on? I cross my hands across my chest in
defensive mode.
 I told you I needed to see you, too talk to you Damien.
 And I told you no. Wait, how did you know I was out here? Instinctively, my hands drop to my
hips.
Aaron reaches down, grabbing a two by four lying on the ground. His fingernail chips the wood
splinters off of the end. One end of the board sticks into the mud on the ground, the other end, is what
he s fidgeting nervously with.
 You didn t answer my question Aaron.
 I made the call to your house. He drops his head, almost looking shameful, and definitely
guilty.
 Whoa, what did you just say? You called my house pretending to be Ron? Seriously? I m
fucking pissed, how dare him.
What in the hell is going on with him? Who does he think he is? He s mad and upset, I already
knew that, but to try to trick me to get me away from the house, away from Dax, is pushing things just
a little too fucking far. That crosses stalker lines, I ll be damned if that happens.
 You need to leave Aaron. I pull my cell from my pocket.
 Damien, just let me explain, please. I love you, I really do.
 Dude, I think you need to get your head checked. Maybe you should have thought about that
before you brought the hard dick into our bed. You don t even know what love is Aaron. Just leave
before I call the cops.
I m beyond pissed right now, I m freakin livid. How dare this bastard!
 Just tell me you don t love me, tell me Damien. He pleads with his hand out in front of him.
 I don t love you Aaron. I m sorry, but I just don t. My arms drop to my side, my cell still in one
hand.
 You re lying, I know better. I guess you think you re in love with that pool guy huh? Is that what
this is all about? He drops the two by four board and shoves me in the chest demanding an answer.
Instincts kick in overdrive. I stomp back towards him and wrap my fingers around his throat. His
eyes bulge a bit, and there s no readable expression on his face.
 Have you lost your fucking mind Aaron? I ll pop your head off like a zit. You leave Dax out of
this, he has nothing to do with any of it. You got that? I loosen my grip so he can answer.
 Take your god dammed hands off me Damien. His arms slide up knocking my hand from
around his neck.
 You need to leave now. I let go of his neck and push him in the chest.  You re trespassing, not
to mention stalking. I push him backwards again and it knocks him to the ground.  Get the hell out of
here now.
I turn away from him and stomp back towards where I was working. I begin to dial the numbers to
home, just to let Dax know in case this dickfuck decides to show up there. I cannot believe he is trying
to pull this. I push the first three digits when I m slammed from behind. Aaron s push knocks my cell
phone from my hand, sending it flying into the mud. I turn, swinging my fist into him. I nail him so
hard, he almost falls down upon impact.
 Leave me the fuck alone Aaron. I mean it already. I don t want to hurt you, but I will.
Aaron jumps up and knocks me square in the jaw. He stuns me. I almost lose my balance, but not
so much that I don t knock him down in a rebound punch. I turn to walk away again. I just want him to
leave. I really don t want to resort to this, but I will. He s not giving me a choice in the matter.
A dull thud to the side of my head causes my ears to ring, and everything starts to blur. I realize
that he just punched me, and I m falling into the mud. My ears start ringing, little silver spots start
zinging through my eyes and a hard, sharp pain blasts through me.
 Fuck you too Damien. I hear Aaron s voice through the searing pain in my head.
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Chapter Twelve
Dinner s almost done and ready for when Damien gets back. Tonight, it s Italian night. On the
menu we have a fresh tossed salad, with Balsamic Vinegar to start with. We ll follow it with
homemade beef and cheese manicotti. The manicotti is stuffed with ricotta and cottage cheese, onions,
bell peppers, garlic, and ground beef. I smother it in a homemade sauce, topped with another layer of
cheddar and Parmesan cheese, oregano and basil. Last but not least, garlic bread, it s browning in the
oven now. The house smells amazingly like an upper scale Italian restaurant.
It s incredible here, I love it. If someone would have asked me a month ago, where I d be now,
this would not have been one of my answers. I m glad things are working out the way they are.
Never in a million years, could I have dreamed I would be attracted to someone so quick,
especially not to a man. I ve always had an open mind about most things and situations. My
relationship with Damien is a marvelous one, we get along terrific, and I find him surprisingly sexy.
Who knew!
The dinner table is set, but he s still not home. Damien s been gone for several hours, I m starting
to get concerned. I pick up the phone to call him; it rings four times, and then goes to his voicemail.
Damien usually always answers his phone, no matter who is calling. He s responsible for too many
workers not too.
Another forty-five minutes has past and he s still not home. In conversations with him, I know
exactly where the site is located. I m going to the job, because something isn t sitting right. He would
have answered, or called me if he was going to be this late. We d never actually discussed what we [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]