Chapter 22
Lysandra froze for a second before letting out a breathless laugh, but this time, there was no humor in it, just something dark and
frustrated. It was one to reflect her anger. It was one to show me that this was not something that she liked and I knew that she
was going to give me a fuss about it.
She was going to fight me for it and she was going to do her best to get her away and normally I knew that I would give it to her. However, today I was not in the mood for her games.
“You selfish bastard,” she whispered. “I’m not some kind of toy for you to be messing with right now.
I smirked. “I believe that you’ve called me worse, but that does not mean that you never stayed when I convinced you to.”
She walked toward me slowly, deliberate. I didn’t move as she reached up, dragging her fingers along my jaw before gripping it
tightly, forcing me to look at her.
“Tell me the truth,” she murmured. “Is it because of her? You want me to stay because of her?”
My smirk faded.
“It is, isn’t it?” Her voice was quieter now, almost disbelieving. “You’re keeping me here because of her. You don’t want me to
leave because you don’t want to keep thinking about her, because you don’t want to keep roaming around her.”
I clenched my jaw, pulling away from her grip. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Am I?” she countered, stepping closer again. “You have never been the type to care, Damon, You don’t give a damn about people
leaving unless you want them to stay.
I downed the rest of my drink and set the glass down with a sharp clink. “You’re overthinking. And you are different. You’re not
like the other people. As far as I’m concerned, you are my girlfriend.”
“No, you’re avoiding.” She said, looking at me. “As for being your girlfriend, that ended the second day you chose to sleep with her. Needless to say, she has your child, Damon.”
I turned away, heading toward my office, but she followed.
I stilled, my back to her.
I turned slowly, my expression hard. “It was a mistake that happened and that mistake ended.”
She let out a scoff, crossing her arms. “Then you’re a bigger fool than I thought.”
I took a step closer, my patience wearing thin. “Careful, Lysandra.”
She smirked, but there was no amusement in her eyes. “Oh, I’m being careful, Damon. The question is… are you? The woman has
your child and you’re saying that it ended? This is not going to end, Damon. She is always going to be a part of you. She always
was. And she’s going to be now more than ever.”
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I said nothing
She tilted her head, watching me. “You don’t even realize it, do you? You don’t see what’s literally right in front of you, do you?”
“Realize what?”
“That she’s inside your head,” she whispered. “She’s under your skin. You’re keeping me here because you think it’ll fix whatever the fuck is going on inside you. Because for the first time in your life, you don’t have full control over something, and
you hate it. You don’t like not having control over things and now you find that everything is being chaotic in your life.”
I clenched my fists.
Lysandra smiled, but it wasn’t sweet. It was knowing
“You can’t even lie to yourself about it, can you?” She said, wrapping an arm around herself as she tried to calm even herself
down. She was playing a game, however, that I knew was not going to be in either one of our favors.
I exhaled sharply, stepping back. “This conversation is over.”
she let me go.
But before I reached the stairs, she called after me.
“You’re not fooling anyone, Damon.” She said before taking a step back. “I’m heading home, find another game to play, Damon.
Because it’s not going to be on me. Not anymore..
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