Emotional Damage Guy Novels & Stories

, I explained. “Lala, it doesn’t change the fact that you went out with him and the baby, alone”, he says. “Spin isn’t going to hurt us physically”, I retort. “Do you really want to subject Gabby to the emotional damage that’ll be caused when he decides he’s had enough?”, says Maxine.

“Yesterday, I came back from the meeting, and I looked for you and that dumbass followed me in the parking lot. He didn't want to let me go and he kissed me right when Emmett arrived. Ugh, I'm so angry!” “That asshole,” Damian muttered after taking a sip of coffee. “His dick is never satisfied with one person. He wants everyone.” “What should I do, guys? I don't know how to convince Emmett,” Tom asked as he looked at the couple with hope. “You just need to have a serious talk. Emmett is a smart man. I’m sure he'll believe you.” Damian said. “Judging from yesterday's reaction, I doubt it,” Tom cried. “Yesterday, he was surprised and angry. Of course, his reaction would have been bad, but now

“I can’t keep watching people get hurt because of me. Emma’s just a child. Liam didn’t sign up for this. I didn’t” Damian wrapped both arms around her, holding her like she might splinter if he loosened his grip. One hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair, anchoring her there. “This is not because of you,” he said into her hair, voice low and steady despite the storm raging beneath it. “This is because someone wants to control me, And they think hurting the people around you will make me let go.” She shook her head against him. “Then maybe you should.”

“He said he cares for me. Then he said he likes me. But I cannot risk everything for something that might fail.” “What makes you think it will fail?” I was taken aback by her question. “He can’t even tell me how he feels. If he can’t tell me that then how could this ever work?” “Erin,” She sighed my name, “you only have to look at him to see how he feels.” “If it was that simple, do you really think I would have been asking?” “After your call, he had a panic attack. Damian has never shown a single bit of emotion, not real emotion anyway. Not in all the years that I have known him. And after your call he had a panic attack."

"She’s been here for you the whole time while your damn family left you to die. She’s been handling your company, your property, everything. And here you are, forgetting her. You’re the one who made her life hell, the one who hurt her the most. Yet she’s still here, and you just forgot her?" Damien looks frustrated. "Stop yelling at me. I’m in pain, and now you’re making some random woman my wife and accusing me of hurting her? Why would I hurt someone I don’t even know? This is unfair. I didn’t do anything to deserve being yelled at by my best friend. She isn’t even my type! This is so frustrating!" "Enough of this bullshit! Pull your damn memories together, or you’ll regret it badly!"

“I do. But my guy here doesn’t.” “What?” we turned to him. The second guy. Light haired. Even more cute. “Oh my God, what happened to you?” Cleo just asked immediately, “What damaged you?” “I’m not damaged.” he refuted, “I’m just… not interested I guess.” “You’re not interested in women?” I asked, “Not interested in having sex??” Cleo double asked. He shrugged. “No.” “And yet you say you’re not damaged. You’re very damaged, boy.”

“You don’t get to control every part of my life because you suddenly decided you’re embarrassed.” “This is no longer about embarrassment.” “Then what is it about?” His face hardened immediately. “Damage control.” The words made my stomach turn. Damage control. Like I was some scandal he needed to bury. I shook my head slowly, disbelief crashing into anger all over again. “You are unbelievable.” “And you’ve become irresponsible.” I stared at him. “Because I slept with Damien?” “Because you’ve become emotional.” The irony nearly made me choke. Emotional. After he spent years emotionally neglecting me.

He was surprised I knew the marriage was all based on cheap lies. "She's using your money to take care of her son and using you to fill a fatherly role because the kid's real father is a mess," I continued, moving closer. "That's all this is. She doesn't love you. She's too damaged from Lucas to love anyone. She's broken, Damian. Completely broken. And you're just the next man stupid enough to think he can fix her." "I said stop talking." "I'm the only one who's ever actually loved you for you," I said, close enough to touch him now. "Not your money. Not your name. Not what you could do for me. Just you. And you threw that away for a woman who sees you as a tool—"