All Chapters of Enemies To Soulmates : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

PRINCESS I kissed Damon back with equal urgency. We'd been interrupted so many times tonight. But now we were finally alone. Finally uninterrupted. And I was going to make the most of it. My dress hit the floor. His briefs followed. We were both completely naked within seconds. He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. Then he was on top of me, kissing me deeply. His hands were everywhere. My breasts. My waist. Between my legs. "God, you're so wet already," he groaned against my lips. "Whose fault is that?" I shot back. "You started this outside, remember?" He smirked. "And I plan to finish it now." He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed inside in one smooth thrust. I gasped, my back arching off the bed. No matter how many times we did this, I still wasn't used to how big he was. How full he made me feel. He started moving, establishing a steady rhythm. His face was buried in my neck, kissing and sucking. Definitely leaving more marks. 'At this rate,

PRINCESS I gulped, my brain working on overdrive to come up with a believable story. Finally, I forced a bright smile. "Your uncle was just telling me that his lifelong dream is to be a masseur." Damon's head whipped toward me, his eyes narrowing into a death glare. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under right now. Ella's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "That's amazing, Uncle! I love masseurs! They're so relaxing. I wish Victor was one." Perfect. She bought it completely. Damon gritted his teeth and turned to Ella. "Do you realize that if your fiancé became a masseur, he would have to touch a lot of women's intimate body parts? And with a little temptation, he could start giving them happy endings." Ella gasped, her mouth falling open in shock. "Uncle!" I frowned, genuinely confused. "What's a happy ending?" They both turned to stare at me. Damon looked at me like I'd just asked what color the sky was. Ella's cheeks turned pink. Then Damon stood up abruptly. "You

PRINCESS I frowned, reached out my hand, pulled the cigarette from Damon's mouth and threw it away into the rain. "Haven't I told you that this is bad for your health?" He blew the last smoke from his mouth, moved away from the rain, and leaned casually against the wall. Like he hadn't just disappeared for two days. Like everything was completely normal. "So how have you been?" he asked, his tone infuriatingly casual. "What do you think?" I shot back. My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn't care. "Is it okay for you to just ignore my message and then ignore my calls too?" He looked genuinely confused. "Ignore your message? You sent me a message?" "Really?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're playing this game now?" He took out his phone and checked it right in front of me, scrolling through with that maddeningly calm expression. "There's no message here. Are you being serious right now?" I wanted to throw his phone into the rain

PRINCESS I climbed off Damon and settled into the passenger seat with a frown on my face that could probably curdle milk. "Why are you frowning?" Damon asked, his voice still a bit rough from our activities. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared straight ahead through the windshield at absolutely nothing in particular, because I was upset and I wanted him to know I was upset, even though what we had was supposedly just an arrangement and I wasn't supposed to care this much about things like unanswered messages and being left alone looking pathetic. "I'm upset with you," I told him, my voice coming out more petulant than I'd intended. "Even though what we have is supposedly just a casual arrangement where we're definitely not catching feelings, you still managed to hurt my feelings, which is extremely inconvenient for both of us since I'm not supposed to have feelings to hurt in the first place." I turned to glare at him. "So congratulations on that achievement." I cou

PRINCESS After I finally stopped crying and collected what was left of my emotional stability, which wasn't much to be honest, I called Damon back. He answered on the first ring. "Princess? Princess, are you okay?" His voice was tight with worry. "I've been trying to reach you for the past hour. I even started driving to the jewelry store because you weren't answering and I was getting worried that something had happened to you." Guilt twisted in my stomach because here was this man genuinely concerned about my wellbeing while I was sitting in my car having an emotional breakdown over my ex-fiancé's conspiracy theories about my family. Great priorities, Princess. Really excellent decision-making. "I'm so sorry, Damon," I said, trying to make my voice sound normal and probably failing spectacularly. "I ran into an old friend from college and we got talking and I completely lost track of time. You know how it is when you haven't seen someone in years and you have to catch up on ev