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After this, things change between us.

We both have a role to play in Arrie’s life, and she would be devastated if she knew what I thought about her dad. If she knew what he was thinking right now. If she knew he watchedme masturbate on his couch, imagining a faceless man and her father in the same instance.

The thought has me feeling hotter.

Damon and the Tin Man.Now that is any girls wet dream if there ever was one.

His index finger lifts my chin up, and I hadn’t even realised I’d looked away. He opens his mouth to say something, but I speak before he has the chance.

“We both know I can finish on my own just fine.”

His jaw slackens, his eyes darken, and that’s my cue. I hightail it the fuck out of there, but we both know I’ll be back.

Chapter Nine

DAMON

We both know I can finish on my own just fine.

Dottie’s words play over and over in my mind, and I’m not proud that I have been fucking my fist for the past hour imagining her.

Fuck.

I look down at my still hard, come covered cock, and start sliding my hand up and down again, hissing when I reach the pierced head. Pulling on the bar, I groan into the empty, dark space, wondering what Dottie is doing now.

Will she entertain that tool? Maybe I should just fire him.

Growling, I pick up the pace, thinking of the last image Blossom sent me and how it sent my body to octane levels, ready to combust. I swear, I shouldn’t have anything else left inside my balls, but as ribbons of come hit my stomach for what feels like the tenth time, I pant through the orgasm, thinking of two women.

One I should definitely not be thinking about.

Leaving the mess on my stomach and thighs, I release a leaden breath and think of my options.

If I tell Dottie she can’t stay here, it will only raise suspicion, and I know my daughter—she won’t back the fuck down until I give her an answer. Arrie has a way of wearing me down and I’ll tell her everything.

The truth.

Hauling myself upright, I sit on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees, feeling the stickiness of my cum drying on my skin. What the hell am I going to do?

Ever since I left Kerry-Anne, I have exhibited control like no man ever. I regretted fucking her in the back of my panel van after a pub crawl, but I don’t regret marrying her. Not because I loved her, but because she gave me Arrie.

She’s the only reason I stayed as long as I did.

I knew Kerry-Anne was fucking the young cop, but I hadn’t touched her for years, so it didn’t faze me. When she came to realise, I was no longer attracted to her, and I wasn’t going to stick my dick anywhere near her, she did everything she could to try to make me jealous.

It never worked.

All the designer suits, expensive heels, and makeup a paint scraper would struggle to remove off her face couldn’t disguise what she was so desperately trying to hide.

You can’t dress mutton up and call it lamb.

My phone vibrates beside me and effectively breaks me from my thoughts. Sighing, I reach for my phone and unlock it.

Blossom.

My heart ratchets in my chest while my finger shakes over her name. Opening the message, my breath catches in my throat as I read over the message a couple more times.

I hate I can’t get you out of my mind, and I hate how you make me feel.