Virgin And Broken Daddy

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out the moment I enter the office. I can't, though. Right here is my moment. The one I have been aiming

planet. But more recently, I know better. I knew the man hiding inside the suit. Th

exactly identify. It sounds almost as surprising as... Perhaps it's entertainment. In a

ed to face me. Part of me questions if he is acting as though he does not reme

manage. Every syllable and every stride I make toward him is deliberat

e at last turns around, those black eyes meet mine, and all I h

to contain something raw, something absent from the previous time I visit

atter of indifference. It's something mor

e down now as if he were testing the words before h

'd have to." I cannot let him believe for a moment that I

ir is heavy with a thousand unspoken things. Though my heart rushes, I r

k with arms crossed across his chest. "You are searching, E

h. Damon, I have no search for anything

-the way his jaw closes, as though he is battling somethin

something buried long ago stirring

rk, "I'm not here to ask for your pardon." "What you took from

eyes darkening, yet I hav

nd you what you want?" Damon's voice gets slightly higher, the sharpness retur

am not requesting anything. Already, you have supplied all

s. Something colder here. Here, you have

staken in

s burn in my throat. He is powe

sputable, I continue, "I didn't come here

e approaches me more closely, and for the first time since I arrived here I sense that fam

s voice gentle but firm. I am not the same m

lp me; I want to. I have learnt, tho

the man who destroyed everything I cared a

sharply. Then he takes my wrist in one flui

forceful. dominant. And I know he is testing me wi

e

he anticip

shove at his chest. "

his more difficult than it ought to be. Then he lets me go, bac

r, he replies, "You're making a mistak

ght in a tug-of war between revenge and a past I though

es toward the door handle. His v

is voice strained and nearly begg

s caught in my throat, but

h and something else-something I won't confess. Damon, you are the

I turn back one more time

with you." Inside, though,

m not done with Damon Haw

ever be able to free myself f

out, my heart skipping a beat at the message that flashes on the screen: "I know

r. This was sent by someone. And why do I feel as t