The Difference

**DAMIEN**

I can't have heard her right. *There's no way she said what I thought she said. It's impossible.*

It may be dark in my room, but the sexy glare Romany pins me with is vibrating with arrogance. She's trying to bait me. She thinks she's catching me off guard by springing that question on me and attaching a name to it, but she couldn't be more wrong.

The only time I ever mentioned Dana was when I apologized for allowing my jealousy to control my behavior. I admitted to *using* a woman. just to try and wash Romany from my mind, but I *never* gave her a name, so she should *not* have

one.

"What number is *who*? What?" I repeat stupidly and almost groan when I hear how synthetic my voice sounds.

Romany chuckles soundlessly, the absence of her voice triggering a stampede of reckless thoughts to take shape in my head. Antony is still alive - although in considerably worse shape than he was when he got here - he is now safely tucked away in his suite downstairs on the first floor. But everytime I see Romany fighting to be heard? I see his hand around her throat again and my body coils with anger.

*I should dip out of here after she passes out and head downstairs to guide that fucker into the afterlife.*

"Don't!" Romany whisper-yells, trying to push out of my arms and turn around.

I don't let her. "Okay! Okay, okay," I coo, pulling her even further into my embrace. I sigh with pleasure when I feel her body go slack in my arms and she rests her head on my shoulder. "Dana... she doesn't have a number. She's Santos' little cousin." Romany's entire body goes rigid and for a moment her breath seems to huff a little erratically. Quick tufts of air heat my earlobe as she tips her head upward to study me. I lean up a bit, gazing down at her to search for signs of *what* has her suddenly stressed. "What is it?" I ask. "What's wrong, baby?"

Romany blinks then looks away, relaxing once again. "Has she ever been here?" Romany rasps as one hand begins tracing soothing circles over my abs.

My head falls back onto the pillows and my balls begin to throb, almost as if Romany's sweet stroking has reminded them of just how close her mouth had been moments ago. *Shit.*

"*Not* in my bed!" I clarify, happy when I hear her sigh and relax against me. "Alex uses her to spy on Santos. Dana hates him because of some bullshit he

you into you her white rabbit," Romany whispers and

might hurt f it didn't

agree, stroking my hand down from her back to pet the tender flesh of her exposed

says on the end of a yawn. "Now... he's invited her here to

*Say what?*

to shoot straight up into the roof with anger. "What

at her to see her eyes closed. Her head tips back ever so

the

baby girl. Ever since the first moment I saw you... *you* have been the one. The only one." And it's true. She

eyes still closed. "You know

me with her eyes still closed. "I do,"

doesn't matter," Romany

little arrangement. But the sensation dies quickly when I remind myself that

admit, kissing the top of

rasps, before her entire body goes limp and she passes

the first girl I've *ever* had such strong feelings about. The *only* girl I'll ever want again. I didn't know how to handle it when we first met. I didn't know how to navigate my jealousy. I still don't. Not really. But I'm learning and I won't give up. I can't because..." I kiss her head again, even though I know she can't feel it, "I'm in love

my arms. There is nothing that I wouldn't do to keep her. The realization is more than a little scary because I know I might not be the only one who feels

it's the last thing I do, I

to sleep,

before I could make it

it came to Alex, such things were to be expected. He's never been the kind of guy that gave a fuck who a woman might belong to. If he wanted someone, it didn't matter if she was married to a boss in the high district, or engaged to the Prince of Wales, he was going* to fuck her. Well, I mean, he was if she

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