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“Do the mural, and quick, Dorothy. I won’t be responsible for my actions if you keep this shit up.”

Then he’s gone, and I’m left reeling, my heart splintering, and my mind in shambles. My breathing comes in short bursts, and I feel the anxiety attack coming on. Folding in half, I restmy hands on my knees and close my eyes, forcing myself to stay in the moment and just be.

Anger, rejection, abandonment, insecurity and frustration over the situation weaves their sickly web throughout my body. When I feel the attack subside, I open my eyes.

Stomping out of the kitchen, I stalk to Arrie’s room and slam the door like a child. I know it’s immature and I’m playing with fire, but I grab my Satisfyer Pro from under the bed and situate myself on the bed.

An orgasm will help relieve some of this pent-up frustration. Switching it on, I position it over my clit, not bothering with keeping quiet like I normally would.

Fuck him.

The rejection is fierce within me, and so is the brat, so when I’m close to climax, I do another reckless thing, one I might regret once the post orgasmic bliss has left my system.

I type a message to the Tin Man.

I’m free. Where do you want to meet?

Chapter Eleven

DAMON

Iam such a coward.

What I just did to Dottie is fucked up, and the fact I blamed her for my actions was gutless.

I wrestle out of my jeans with the bottle of whiskey in my hand. Foregoing the glass, I take a hefty swig and kick my jeans to the corner.

I am such a fucking asshole.

I sit on the edge of the bed for a few more minutes and finish the bottle. I need to apologise.

Just as I talk myself into going and finding her, stuttered moans vibrate through the thin walls. Before I realise what I’m doing, I moving toward the door that is acting as a barrier.

My angry cock hangs heavy and thick, and I can feel the bead of pre-cum pooling at the tip. Hissing, I take my cock in my hand and pump it twice before I smack it away in frustration.

She’s doing this on purpose. She has to be. Taunting the damn devil.

My hand grips the doorhandle that leads to Arrie’sbedroom, and just as I’m about to wrench the damn thing off its hinges and show Dottie exactly what taunting the devil is, my phone vibrates and beeps with a message.

It breaks me from the lecherous struggle I’m wrestling with and makes me see reason within the alcohol induced fog that currently has a stranglehold on me. Releasing a staggered breath, my hand falls from the knob.

I send a silent prayer to whoever or whatever is watching me, which undeniably stopped me from making a terrible mistake, one that I would never be able to undo.

Stumbling away from the bathroom door and into my room, I search for my phone in the dark, allowing the blinking blue light to guide me. Clenching it in my hand, I know who it is before I open the message.

Blossom.

I’m free. Where do you want to meet?

My heartrate picks up, and I glance between the bathroom door and my phone. We’ve never disclosed our location beyond our state.

Rafters Falls.

It’s an hour away from here so the likelihood of bumping into anyone from town will be small. I hate this fucking town and the busybodies that reside here. Always flapping their gums about shit they don’t know or understand.

Three dots appear immediately.

It’s a date.