ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 138

DAMON’S POV

I knew I had drank too much, and I knew I shouldn’t be going to see her in this state but I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I pushed myself forward to press the button on Rhys’s gate. “It’s Damon,” I said into the receiver. “Open the gate.”

The gate clicked open after a few seconds, too slowly for my liking.

I shoved it and walked up the driveway. I took another swing from the bottle in my hand for good measure, the scotch burning in my chest. 1

I reached the front door and banged on it. “Gabrielle!” I called, my voice rougher than I intended. “Open up!”

No answer.

I knocked again, harder this time until my knuckles were stinging. “I know you’re in there. Open the door!”

Finally, the door cracked open but it was Rhys who walked out.

His eyes gleamed with mischief when he saw me. “Hello to you too, dearest brother. What brings you here?”

My jaw tightened. “You know why the fuck I’m here. Where’s Gabrielle?”

“She’s not home at the moment,” he said, his eyes taking in my disheveled appearance. “You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

“That’s because I haven’t slept in weeks,” I muttered, ignoring the jab. “Where is she, Rhys? Don’t play games with me.”

Rhys scoffed as he sized me up. “Damon… you’re drunk. Come inside and calm down before you do something stupid.”

I took a step forward, my voice low. “I don’t have time to calm down. I need to see her. Now.”

Rhys sighed and shook his head. “She went to the hospital this morning. I don’t know when she’ll be back.”

“I don’t care,” I snapped, my teeth gritting. “I just don’t give a damn anymore. I need her.”

Rhys stared at me for a brief second, then shook his head again. “Like I said, she’s not in. You can come in and wait or you can leave. By the way, I doubt she would want to talk to you.”

I slammed my hand against the doorframe, the sound ringing through the quiet driveway. “You don’t get it. I can’t wait. I can’t

”

Rhys reached to take the bottle from me but I pulled away, landing a hard punch on his jaw with my other hand.

He cursed as he moved back, holding his face. “What the fuck, man?”

I knew I shouldn’t have done that but I did it anyways.

Since Gabrielle left me, it felt like withdrawal. And Selene telling me she was carrying my child only made it worse.

I dropped the bottle and grabbed Rhys by the collar, slamming him against one of the cars in the driveway.

“You knew she was pregnant and kept it from me, you fucking bastard.”

There was nothing Rhys hated more than that word. And as expected, he didn’t just take my beatings this time.

He shoved me back, his fist crashing into my Jaw. “Don’t fucking call me that.”

I staggered, tasting blood, but I didn’t stay down. I lunged at him again, driving my fist into his stomach.

Again.

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And again.

I couldn’t remember the last time we fought.

But he was the only one who could actually fight me back.

None of my men would dare.

Rhys recovered from my hits but instead of retaliating, he pushed me against the wall. “Why the fuck are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” I returned, letting him hold me against the wall. “Beating the shit out of you for keeping my wife’s pregnancy a secret from me?”

He wasn’t hitting me back as much as I had expected.

Why wasn’t he hitting me back?

His jaw clenched. “So you came all this way just to pick a fight a baseless with me? And you’re letting me hold you down, almost like you want me to hit you.”

“So why aren’t you doing it?” I finally snapped. “You know you want to.”

His eyes widened as realization dawned on him. “Bloody hell. You want me to hit you.”

“You wanted the same thing the last time we spoke,” I said. “You kept trying to get a reaction out of me. So don’t be surprised I’m doing the same now.”

Rhys pulled away from me. “Yeah. But that’s because of what I did. You’ve done nothing to deserve me punishing you. And even if you did, losing Gabby is punishment enough from what I can see. You’re a fucking mess.”

My jaw was still aching from his punch but it wasn’t enough to drown out the suffocating feeling of emptiness inside of me.

My fist clenched beside me. “You think I let her go just to punish myself?”

“That’s the only logical explanation,” he said. “Why else would anyone let a woman who loves them so much slip through their fingers?”

I didn’t have an answer.

Maybe he was right.

He stepped closer again, and I could see a vein popping on his forehead. “And why else you would hurt Gabby? Why else would you break her heart when she did nothing to deserve it?”

I didn’t respond but my heart twisted.

I broke her heart.

I’d come here to see Gabrielle but when I found out she wasn’t home, I decided to get him riled up enough to punish me for letting her go in the first place.

I didn’t come here to be psychoanalyzed by someone equally as fucked up as I was.

“You’re as useless as your mother was,” I said through gritted teeth. “That’s why she was so happy causing so much pain to my mother. That’s why she made a bastard–and named it Rhys.”

“Careful, now,” he warned. “I don’t joke about my mama.”

“And who said I was joking?” I asked, letting out a dry and humorless laugh. “She was nothing but a home wrecking slut”

Rhys’s hand shot out, cutting me off and slamming against my chest, shoving me back several steps.

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I welcomed the pain but when I stood upright for more, I saw he was now standing by the door. “I’m the only one you have left,” he said, his voice tight with rage. “Don’t push me away too.”

Then he walked in and locked the door behind him.

I turned and slammed my fist on the wall, ignoring the sound of bones cracking. “Fuck!”

I swallowed hard, my jaw aching, and my chest tight.

The emptiness I’d carried since Gabrielle left threatened to swallow me whole if I didn’t do something, anything to ease it.

I walked out of the building and got into my car. As I drove out of his estate, I kept hoping I’d see Gabrielle pulling in.

I didn’t.

I parked by the road and alighted, stepping in front of a random man. “Hit me.”

He blinked, caught off guard by my request. “Excuse me?”

I checked my pockets and brought out a wad of hundred–dollar bills. “One hit. Two notes.”

His eyes greedily took in the money in my hand. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

By the time I got back into my car, I was bleeding through my mouth and nose. My shirt was blood–stained but I didn’t care.

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