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Taming Damian

By:Jessica Wood

Taming Damian
Jessica Wood

       The Heartbreaker Series - Book Two

"It is not length of life, but depth of life."

Ralph Waldo Emerson



I had told her that I loved her, and I had meant every single word of  it. I never would have said those words if I hadn't been serious. In  fact, I had never spoken those vile words before to any other woman. And  yet, tonight, I had to her.

Well, that had been a big fucking mistake-the biggest fucking mistake of my life.

I took one last glance at the text on her phone from a guy called Chris.

Hey hun. Did you get the results yet? You know I'll support you no matter what.

As I watched the text message disappear from the screen, I felt my jaw  tighten as a wrath of emotions whirled around inside me: rage, pain,  betrayal. Could this Chris be the ex-boyfriend she's mentioned to me  before-the one who broke her heart and caused her to move from Iowa to  California? If it was the same Chris, then something must have happened  between them the month Alexis and I were apart. They must have  reconnected again.

My eyes landed on the glass of water in front of Alexis's chair. It  wasn't until then that I realized that she hadn't had a glass of alcohol  throughout the entire wedding ceremony, not even a Sex on the Beach,  her favorite.

Could she be pregnant with his child?

That was the only logical explanation I could think of as to why Alexis  hadn't mentioned anything about any "results" to me and why she was  secretly communicating with another guy she'd never mentioned to me  before. In fact, the only guy she'd ever even mentioned to me in passing  was her ex-boyfriend, a guy named Chris.

A storm of fury ignited inside me as I imagined this Chris fucking the  woman I loved-no, the woman I had loved. I felt something inside me  shift, as if I were systematically closing off my feelings for her, and  in its place was a growing hatred for her.

I thought she was different, someone who was making me into a better  person-a version of myself I'd never thought I could be. I thought she  was my game changer, the one who would actually tame the infamous Damian  Castillo every women pined after.

But I was wrong.

She had crept her way into my life, seeped through the walls I'd put up  against women, and consumed my every thought like a stain that wouldn't  come off. I had given everything I had to her. I'd even given her things  I never thought I had in me to give. I had unequivocally and completely  lost myself to her. But the minute she had me within her grasp, she  destroyed me.

I wasn't sure how I'd let myself become so blinded by her, and I wasn't  sure how I'd allowed myself to so easily develop feelings for this girl.  But I was sure of one thing: Alexis was nothing like who I had thought  she was and she was everything like who my mother was-the cold-hearted  whore who'd left me to forever wonder who my real father was. My mother  had ruined the memories of my adolescence, and now, I had allowed Alexis  to ruin my present.

I felt the molten lava of rage consume every inch of my body and take  over my every thought. Gripped by this fury, I reached for her phone and  pulled the text back up again. I wanted to delete it-to get rid of the  existence of the words that had just ruined my night. But as my thumb  hovered over the delete button, I hesitated. This text wasn't what had  ruined my night. Alexis was. How could the first woman I had allowed  myself to love since my bitch of a mother have betrayed me like this?  She hadn't just ruined my night-she'd ruined me.

She'd ruined me.

I decided not to delete the text and dropped her phone back into her  bag. I wanted to see Alexis's reaction when she read it later. I wanted  to catch her in her lies. I stood up quickly, the fire inside fueling a  new sense of determination. I grabbed my glass of scotch, gulped it  down, and slammed the empty glass back on the table.

I was Damian Castillo, and I had vowed a long time ago that I would  never again let a woman destroy my life. No, I wouldn't bow out and give  Alexis the satisfaction of knowing that she had gotten to me. No, I  wouldn't let her get away with it. I would make her pay for her  betrayal, and I would enjoy it.



I studied the stunning brunette staring back at me in a royal blue lace  gown. My hands gently moved down the dress as I stared at myself in the  reflection. It had been a whirlwind of a day, and I still couldn't  believe it was less than twenty-four hours ago that I'd been in San  Francisco with no idea that I'd be all the way on the other side of the  world hours later.

It was just yesterday that I'd thought we were going to spend the  weekend camping somewhere close to San Francisco. When I'd arrived home  from work to pack for our camping trip, Damian had surprised me with the  gorgeous gown I was now wearing and told me that he had a special date  planned for us. The next thing I knew, we were on a private jet a few  hours later, heading to a secret location for this special date. It  wasn't until we arrived at our location that he told me we were in Italy  for his friend's wedding and that he had planned a weeklong trip in  Italy for us after the wedding.                       


I'd known then that something special had happened in our relationship.  He knew that traveling to every continent was on my bucket list of  things I wanted to do before I turned thirty, and he'd seen a future  between us enough to plan out this trip down to every detail. For a guy  like Damian, it was uncharacteristic of him and yet so very much who I  saw him to be-the sweet man he was inside. It was the part of him that  he'd tried so hard to hide from people. And now he was opening that part  of himself up to me.

So here I was, a small-town girl from the Midwest who'd, up until a few  months ago, never left the state of Iowa, across the world in the  romantic city of Florence, Italy. I was dressed in this one-of-a-kind  gown, at this beautiful fairytale wedding, in the arms of the most  gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on. And the cherry on top of this  unbelievably romantic surprise, he had just told me he loved me. My lips  curled into a wide grin as I thought of him.

"I love you, Alex. You feel inevitable to me." His words had made me so  deliriously happy-more happy than I'd ever thought was possible, more  happy than I'd thought I deserved.

My smile instantly vanished as my eyes landed on the reflection of my  stomach. I felt my lungs constrict as the air in the bathroom seemed to  leave the room, leaving me breathless and gasping for breath. My heart  pounded nervously against my chest as a surge of panic rushed through  me. If the doctor is right and the test results come out the way he has  predicted, what am I going to do? I looked at myself in the mirror and  saw the anguish in my eyes-a look I'd thought I'd never have with Damian  by my side. More importantly, how am I going to tell him? He will never  look at me the same way again, and I will lose him forever. A stream of  fresh tears rolled down my face at the thought of losing him. It was  already an unimaginable feat that we had found each other, that he had  given up his playboy ways to give our relationship a chance. I wasn't  sure our relationship was strong enough for this.

I looked down and watched as my hands moved to my stomach. "He needs to  know. Even if it means that I'd lose him forever, he needs to know that I  might be pregnant"-I looked back up at the reflection of the terrified  girl peering back at me-"or worse, I might be pregnant with … " My words  came out in a whisper and I stopped mid-sentence as soon as I realized  that I was speaking out loud. I looked around the bathroom and under the  five stalls to see if anyone else was in here with me.

I let out a sigh of relief. I was alone.

My lips trembled as I thought about how much my life would change if the  tests all came out positive. I imagined the many different reactions  that were possible when I told him: shock, denial, anger, sadness, pain.

I'll try to talk to him after we get back from Italy, I convinced  myself. I didn't want to ruin this trip he had gone through so much  trouble to plan for us. I couldn't bear to ruin it for him. At the very  least, I wanted this week in Italy to be about us, and only us. I didn't  want to ruin this week on top of losing him.

I brushed the tears from my face and reapplied some makeup. Even though I  looked fine, I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of what night  happen in the next few months, of what might happen when Damian found  out the truth.

"Okay, after Italy then. After I see the doctor. After everything's been  confirmed." My hands braced the cold marble counter as I tried to calm  myself down. "Besides, I couldn't possibly hide things from him  forever." I took a deep breath as I looked at myself in the mirror one  last time. "I will. I'll tell Damian soon." I stood up and turned toward  the bathroom door that led back out to the wedding reception.