Chapter 5
It was the middle of the night, and Fiona couldn't sleep. She got up to get some water, and as she came out, she heard a woman's scream coming from upstairs.
Without thinking, she headed upstairs, following the sound.
The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, she could clearly see two figures tangled together on the bed.
It was Damon and Giselle.
Giselle's voice came out teasing and flirty, "Damon, mmm, why are you always so gentle with me?"
"Honey, you're pregnant now. Gotta be extra gentle, right?" Damon replied.
"But even before I was pregnant, you were always like this," Giselle giggled.
Damon's voice was husky but restrained. "Honey, it's because I just can't bear to hurt you."
Fiona pressed her hand to her mouth, tears slipping through her fingers.
He couldn't bear to be rough with Giselle, so he just kept training Fiona in bed.
She'd even watched porn and picked up tricks, all just to make him happy in bed.
But now, Fiona finally realized that from the very beginning, she'd just been a joke.
Fiona tore her eyes away and turned to head back to her room.
But Fiona hadn't even taken a few steps when Giselle came out of the room. "What's this? Can't sleep, so you came to eavesdrop on me and Damon getting it on?
"Never pegged you for that kind of kink, Ms. Drake."
Fiona ignored her and tried to walk away, but Giselle grabbed her wrist hard. "Don't think I don't know what went on between you and Damon before.
"Don't think you mean anything to him. You were just his plaything while I was gone. Now that I'm back, don't even dream about climbing up again. Stick to being his secretary, or I'll make you wish you were dead."
Fiona yanked her hand away, her voice icy. "Are you done? Can I go back to sleep now?"
"Damon and I just finished, and the bed's a mess. I can't stand it. Go change the sheets for us," Giselle snapped.
"Giselle, let me make this clear. I'm not your maid. I'm only here to cook for you for a few days. If you want the sheets changed, get the maid to do it," Fiona retorted.
"Don't forget. Damon said that if you act up, I get to slap you." Giselle threatened.
"You try it," Fiona shot back.
"Just watch me," Giselle taunted, stalking closer. "Don't tell me you don't know how terrifying Damon can be when he's pissed. I'm going to shower; make sure this mess is gone when I get back."
Fiona nodded, defeated. "Alright, I'll take care of it."
She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, then forced herself to step into the room.
When she walked in, Damon was sitting on the couch, smoking an after-sex cigarette.
He frowned when he saw her, his face darkening. "Fiona? Why are you here? Isn't this the maid's job?"
Fiona ignored him and started changing the sheets.
The air reeked of that sickly sweet scent, and she forced herself to swallow her humiliation and just get it over with.
Suddenly, Damon wrapped his arms around her from behind. "I'm sorry, Fiona. I know things have been tough for you lately, but Giselle's just got that kind of temper. Just bear with it, okay?"
"Let go," Fiona replied, her voice cold.
She shoved him away, her gaze cold and indifferent.
"Don't be like this, Fiona. She's pregnant. My hands are tied," Damon said, sounding helpless.
Listening to his typical jerk excuses, Fiona didn't even get angry. She just smiled, "Yeah, I get it. Damon, you're so responsible."
With that, Fiona hugged the pile of sheets to her chest and strode out of the room, not giving Damon another glance.