Up All Night Long: From Lust to Love (Romance Anthology)

by Ali Parker

  "I know that. I'm pissed that you didn't tell me. Why? Why wouldn't you call?"

  "I didn't think you wanted to talk to me, Damon. You fucked me Thursday and left Friday without a word. I'm not interested in looking like you matter if you can't return the favor. Go away. I don't need this shit and I don't need you."

  She walked into the bathroom, the sound of him hitting the door hard shaking her to the core. She turned on the shower and got in, her sobs painful and redemptive. He was a mistake. He was damaged goods and her brother. She pressed her head against the cool shower wall, a flood of emotion dragging over her in waves.

  The hot water held her attention for more than an hour, her skin properly wrinkled by the time her tears were flushed and her resolve set. She would pay for the law suit. She would pay for her own schooling. Being broke was something that was part of her past. She could work at another firm and take care of her own shit. It would just take longer to get somewhere in life, but she would do it on her own.

  *

  Bethany pulled on a t-shirt and jeans before walking into the living room. Her mom held up her phone, a smile on her face.

  "Looks like that cute boy from the office is calling. Tell him not to bite you again, hmmm?" Her mom laughed, tossing the phone to her, seemingly unaware of Damon sitting on the couch. He looked up at her, his head tilting to the side as if questioning her. She shrugged and took the phone in her room, no intention at all of calling Philip back until she read his text message.

  Call when you can. Lost my job this morning. Hope you're okay.

  "What?"

  She dropped the phone on the bed and marched out to the living room, her blood on fire. Stopping in front of Damon, she reached to take the changer from him and turned the TV off.

  "How dare you. Who do you think you are, fucking with people's lives? Philip is a great employee to you and insanely smart."

  Damon stood, his motion causing her to stumble back.

  "My company. I run it as I see fit. Your ass is next on the chopping block, so watch it."

  "Why would you let him go? He was perfect for the firm. He's the one that stayed and cleaned up that mess I caused."

  Her mother stuck her head in the room, her eyebrow lifted. "You guys okay?"

  "Sibling fight. Stay out of it," Bethany barked. She turned her attention back to the delicious bastard before her. "Why?"

  Damon took a few steps toward her, pressed himself against her and tilted her chin up to him as he whispered.

  "I'm in charge. I make the rules. If you don't like them, then leave."

  "He didn't deserve what you did and you know it." She jerked her face from his soft hold, the faraway look in his eyes causing her heart to hurt. He was beyond damaged, lashing out at anyone and everyone. How could anyone help mend that? Why would they want to, only to be left bruised and beaten by his attacks?

  "He needed to learn his place, Beth. You do too. He wanted to swing his dick around my office and fuck around with my girl? You're lucky all I did was fire him. Beating his ass was next on my list." Damon moved back to the couch and sat, his motions heavy and filled with whatever battle he was fighting.

  "Fucking around with your girl? What are you talking about?"

  "Your mother told me you two had gotten together, Beth. She was going on and on about how great he sounded, about how much you seemed to like him..." He paused and pressed his hand to his eyes, his teeth grinding together. "About how you spent the night with him. And then I get a text from Sadie saying the same damn thing. What the fuck, Beth?"

  "I'm not your girl, and it wasn't him I spent the night with. It was you, asshole. I would never do that to you, but you on the other hand seem to be bumping into every blond in the city. So let’s make this easy for both of us."

  He stood up and walked toward her as she held her hand out, her voice low and commanding.

  "No. Don't come near me. You're my boss. You're my brother. And that's all the fuck you are." She turned on her heel and walked to the bedroom. Stars danced along the side of her vision, her emotions far too painful to accept.

  "Beth. I didn't know... She said it was Philip." He walked after her, his tone changing, but only slightly. Bethany turned just before walking into her room, her gaze blocked by the warm liquid of regret.

  "No, you didn't know. You don't know anything about me. You don't know how much Sadie hurt me, or how much it stabbed my confidence that you left without a word. That you didn't make love to me Thursday. You don't know how much I want you and that I can't stop thinking about you. That I'm a good person and would never do anything to lose trust with someone I love."

  "You love me?" He took another step and stopped, his face losing color.

  "Loved. Past tense. Fleeting moment of maybes. Philip learned his place and now you learn yours. Don't come near me."

  "Beth..."

  "Oh and fuck your internship. I quit."

  She closed the door behind her and fell on her bed, the ache of loss drowning and damning.

  To Be Continued…

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  Book 2 is the next book in this series

  SNEAK PEEK BELOW!!

  Chapter 1

  She half expected Damon to break the door down, the loud pounding of his fists dying off much too soon. Bethany lifted her head only for a moment before letting it drop back on her hands.

  "Pathetic." What did she want from him? Why did she have to be so fucking childish? I quit? A long sigh left her lips as she rolled on her back. Her phone buzzed beside her. It was Philip again. She answered it, stifling the pain and confusion that sat heavy on her.

  "Hey."

  "Hey. You doing okay?" His voice was much more chipper than she expected it should be.

  "Yeah, just fighting with our boss."

  "Your boss."

  "Yeah, that guy." She groaned as she sat up. Philip snickered, the sound causing her lips to turn into a smile much to her displeasure.

  "Enough about him. How about you come have dinner with me tonight? I've been meaning to ask you out since we met last week."

  A silence sat between them for a few moments, Bethany knowing quickly that having dinner or anything with Philip wasn't the answer. The fact that her emotions had unraveled so quickly in the living room had everything to do with her loving Damon and nothing less.

  "I don't think dinner is a good idea, Philip. I'm trying to figure a few things out right now and getting involved wouldn't be fair to me or you." She shrugged, rolling her eyes at herself. As if he could see her shrug.

  "Okay. How about coffee between friends? I want a relationship with you. I'm willing to take a friendship over nothing."

  Would coffee turn in to something more? She scoffed internally at the thought. She wasn't boy crazy or a whore like some of the girls on campus. She had just turned into a nymph thanks to the right man stepping and tugging hard at her strings. She stood up from the bed, wanting to go find Damon to see where they stood. He was probably over whatever was starting between them.

  He had accused her with proper evidence as far as he was concerned. She knew his past and all he had been through and yet her only response to him had been extremely defensive and rather childish. She pressed her hand to her head as Philip's voice filled up the line again.

  "Hey, if you don't want to see me again, just tell me. I don't want to push at all. Just wanted to see you and check up on the Sadie event." A snicker from him had her smiling again.

  "No, it's okay. I'm just trying to figure out what to do." She looked over at the clock. It wouldn't be time for dinner for another few hours. She could go with him and be back in time to try and smooth things over before Damon and her flew out to Seattle together.

  "Totally up to you."

  "Yeah, let's do it."

  "Really?"

  "Yes. I'll meet you at the Starbucks by the office?"

  "That sounds perfect. I'll see you in twenty minutes or so."

  Bethany slipped her phone i
n her jeans pocket, wondering if she had just made yet another mistake. Slipping on her flip-flops, she paused to wonder what her next move with Damon should be. She had basically told him to take the job and the budding relationship and smoke it. A growl left her lips as she quietly opened her door and looked around into the living room. Empty.

  A quick walk to the kitchen had her heart racing and her stomach turned into knots. Why couldn't she have just responded like an adult to his accusations?

  Simple. She wanted him to trust her without her having to put any effort into it. She was a trustworthy person and deserved the benefit of the doubt. Maybe with someone who hadn't been crushed by lies and deceit as a kid wouldn't have a problem with that. Damon was different and now he most likely thought she was seeing Philip too.

  Were her and Damon seeing each other? No.

  What about all of the other women in his life? Doubtful that they had been dismissed. Bethany felt anger burn in her chest again. She walked into the kitchen with her head held high. She hadn't reacted exactly the way she would have wanted to, but he reacted pretty shitty to.

  Her mother looked up from a magazine, a tall glass of tea sitting on the table in front of her.

  "Well. You want to tell me what's going on?" Her mom set the magazine down and tilted her head to the side.

  "Just a fight over a few things from work."

  "You punched someone in the face?"

  "Yes. They got into my records. The girl made sure to rub poverty and a druggie father in my face." Bethany crossed her arms over her chest, the desire to fight with her mom rolling over her too. "What would you have done?"

  "Punched her in the face." Her mom stood and walked toward her.

  Bethany's eyes filled with tears again. Concern over Damon mixed with spikes of anger left her raw and emotionally beat.

  "What happened with Damon, Beth?" Her mom pulled her close and kissed the side of her head. Bethany wrapped her arms around her mom's small waist and rested her face on her shoulder.

  "He's mad that I didn't call, which I understand. He's pissed about me acting inappropriately with Philip, who's a coworker."

  "That's none of his business. I shouldn't have mentioned it in front of the ass. Forgive me." Her mom squeezed her again before moving back. "You don't have to go up to Seattle if you don't want to. I'll just tell Kent that you're not feeling well, that you've come down with something."

  She patted her mom's hands before pulling out of her grasp. "It's okay, mom. I'm going to go up there and show them how smart and mature I can be. It's an opportunity to make things right between all of us."

  "Well, if you change your mind."

  "I'll let you know, mom. I'm going to go have coffee with Philip. I'll be home in time for dinner. I need to pack."

  Her mom nodded and moved back to sit down at the table. "If you're going home with him, just let me know so I don't worry."

  "Nothing to be worried about. He and I are just friends." Bethany shrugged and turned, walking toward the door, her eyes scanning the house for Damon.

  It wasn't until she reached her car parked in the front of the house that she realized he was gone. She pulled out her phone and texted him before getting into the car.

  I'm going with you to Seattle. You were wrong about a lot of things you accused me of, but I'm sorry for overreacting.

  She dropped the phone in her purse, praying silently that she would hear the subtle ding of it, letting her know that he had responded. No such luck.

  The strong smell of coffee beans washed over her as she entered the Starbucks. The place was packed with people of all ages, shapes and sizes. She found Philip quickly. He stood up and motioned for her to join him. His blue eyes were electrifying, the joy on his face was warm and welcoming.

  "Hey. Don't you look like a sight for sore eyes?" He winked and pointed to the table in front of him. Three small chocolate donuts sat on a large white napkin.

  She laughed and dropped her purse in the seat, picking one up and taking a bite before responding. He watched her closely. His attraction to her was nothing to guess about, he made it obvious, but not in an overbearing sense like Damon had. She was a person, not an object, so why was she so smitten with the idea of belonging to Damon?

  "You look good." She nodded, reaching to catch a crumb that rolled down her chin.

  "You look better. Go get you a coffee and come tell me of the drama you've been dealing with. I want a full report." He winked again.

  Bethany turned, a smile playing on her lips. Philip would be good for her - safe, but there wasn't any chance. Her heart contracted painfully at the thought of Damon. Her lust reared to life at the bear whisper of him being close, at the possibility of tasting his lips or feeling his hands on her. Their night of passion hadn't come close to all of the things she needed to do with him.

  "Crazy... fucking crazy," she whispered to herself as she approached the counter.

  The teenage boy taking orders chuckled. "Am I crazy or are you?"

  "Hmm? Oh me, for sure. I'll take a double espresso with milk and sugar."

  He took her order as she moved toward Philip, the handsome guy finishing one of the donuts and licking at his fingers.

  "How long do I have you?" His eyebrow lifted as he sat back, picking up his drink and taking a tentative sip.

  "I have about an hour. I need to pack and get ready for a trip."

  "Where you going?" He pointed to the seat. "Take a load off. They'll call your name."

  Bethany looked over her shoulder at the counter for a minute before dropping her purse on the floor and sitting down.

  "Seattle. Mr. Bryant wants me there for an audit the location is going through."

  "Damon?"

  "No, Kent."

  "Oh, good. So how did they take the news about Sadie?"

  "I didn't tell them. I don't know why I didn't, I just hurried home and got lost in the problem. I spent the evening with my brother and just totally let the fact that I needed to call them slide." She broke the last donut in half, sitting back to take her time enjoying her portion.

  "That's not good. Damon doesn't seem like the kind of guy who’s okay with having news sprung on him."

  "Yep. He was rightly pissed. We had a big fight."

  "Are you guys a couple? I mean, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

  "Yes. We were. Not sure what we are now. It was ugly."

  "My fault?" Philip leaned forward, pressing his elbows to the table.

  "Not really. More my fault for not being clear with him about Sadie. I think you were just the cherry on the sundae."

  "How so?"

  "He thinks we're seeing each other behind his back." She popped the last of the donut in her mouth and stood as her name was called. She thanked the barista and walked back to the table. A quick sip of her drink left her tongue burnt and curse words slipping from her mouth.

  "Did you tell him that we're not?"

  "Yes, but he didn't hear me. I think I did." She took the top off of her drink and blew at the hot liquid, steam rolling off the top.

  "Is there a chance that we might start anytime in the future?"

  She smirked at his confidence. His voice was beautifully different, his features so handsome. Yet he wasn't a playboy. He didn't feel the need to lord over her sexually and make her crazy. Was he an option?

  "No. As much as I wish it were a possibility, I'm crazy about Damon. I hate that I am. He sure as hell doesn't deserve it, but I am nevertheless. I want to break into the core of his heart and steal his breath like he steals mine." She set her coffee down, closing her eyes for a moment to stop the flood of emotion headed her way.

  "If anyone can reach him, I bet it would be you."

  She looked up as the tears rolled over onto her cheeks. Philip offered her a napkin, laughing as he shook the donut crumbs from it first.

  "I think it's over between us. He's damaged goods and I'm pretty close to it. He plays games with me and really every woman
that he's with, from what I hear."

  "Most guys that are hurt do. It's a way to test the girl and save yourself another heartbreak." Philip shrugged, breathing in deeply as he watched her closely.

  "I don't know how to pass these tests."

  "Sure you do. Just push and remain agile when he pushes back. Meet him in the middle and show him what he's up against. He doesn't want you to break, Beth. He wants to see how far you'll bend with him. It's natural."

  "Why are we having this conversation?"

  "Because I was being honest when I said I wanted a friendship if nothing else." Philip laughed and nodded toward the pastry counter. "More donuts?"

  "Yeah, I think we need them." She smiled as he got up. Her phone buzzed. Her mother letting her know that Kent had called and wanted to talk.

  "Great..."

  Chapter 2

  The conversation the night before had gone much better than she imagined it might. Where Damon had been accusatory, Kent was understanding and willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. How Damon had turned out to be so different from his father would be a mystery if she hadn't had a heart-to-heart with Matt.

  She finished packing her things, the house quiet. Her mother was most likely at church. Not having heard from Damon, Bethany walked to her small dresser and picked up her phone, growling softly. She would have to get in touch with him to see when the flight was, if nothing else. She dialed his number, her stomach flipping in circles and pushing against her chest.

  The phone rang three times before he picked up. She almost assumed he was asleep or just unwilling to talk to her.

  "Bethany." It wasn't a question of who was calling, but a declaration that he was all business with her.

  "I need to know what time to be at the airport today."

  "Change of heart?" His voice was deadpan, the lack of any emotion toward her stabbed hard at her. She let out a soft, shaky sigh.