Platinum (All That Glitters #3)(50)

“Wow.”

“But he had no intention of breaking up with me, and he would have continued with the lie, if neither Lydia or I had found out. We actually…had sex in the Hamptons that week after I knew he was with Lydia.”

“Fuck. No wonder you hate him and are terrified of relationships.”

“I’m not terrified of relationships. I’m terrified of getting my heart ripped out all over again. I find it hard to trust people after what Preston and then Neal did to me.”

“But you trust me?”

She nodded slowly. “I really want to.”

“I really want you to, too.” He linked their fingers together and pulled her in for a slow kiss.

“What about you? Any past girlfriends?” Trihn asked, trying to take the spotlight off of her for a minute.

“Sure. A couple. None really worth mentioning.”

“That usually means something bad in my book.”

He chuckled and took another bite of his French toast before drowning it in coffee. “I guess I had a serious girlfriend in high school, but we went to different colleges, and long-distance worked for all of two weeks before she wanted to see other people. There were a few short-term girls in college. Just didn’t work out.”

“I’m surprised by that.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re so…perfect,” she finished.

Damon laughed disbelievingly. “I’ve cleaned up my act a bit since then. Decided I wanted to be someone other than the life of the party.”

“So, you partied a lot?”

“Comes with the territory. DJs usually end up at parties. You get to know a lot of people—frat boys, jocks, stoners. When you mingle with them all, you start to find yourself drifting in that direction,” Damon admitted. He frowned and looked down, as if he were remembering something particularly troubling. “I kept my cool, but I saw a lot of people who didn’t.”

“I bet you did. What was the worst thing you saw?” she asked.

Damon shrugged. “That’s all relative, of course. But one memory kind of sticks out.”

She questioningly raised her eyebrows.

“I was at this insane party last March. This crazy blonde cheerleader was throwing it because some sugar daddy had bought her a f*cking mansion.”

Trihn laughed. “Bryna’s party?”

“Yeah. This gorgeous girl was at that party. Hands down the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.”

“Oh,” Trihn said, wondering why the hell this was important.

“But she was there with another guy.”

“How unfortunate for you.”

“Yeah. All I wanted to do was go over and introduce myself. But she was way too far out of my league. She had these beautiful friends who would do anything for her and a boyfriend who she seemed to care way too much about. The guy was a total dick and made it his personal mission to be as horrible of a boyfriend as possible to this girl.”

Trihn narrowed her eyes. “Me?”

“You.” He nodded. “He chose to come to the party. Then, he moped the whole time and got pissed at you for being there. He made you cry, and then you ran out after him.”

“I did,” she whispered. “You remember that?”

“I remember because I swore if I ever got a girl as amazing as you, I wouldn’t do the same things that douche bag did.”

Trihn sighed in satisfaction. “Where did you come from again?”

“Born and raised in London, love.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and leaned forward to give her a kiss.

“If all Londoners are like you, then I fear for the hearts of the women in England.”

“I only fear for my own heart because of my drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend.” Damon laughed and pulled her in for another kiss. “You taste like cinnamon.”

“I like when you say that.”

“Mmm…delicious cinnamon.”

She shook her head and playfully slapped him on the shoulder. “No, calling me your girlfriend.”

“You’re my girlfriend,” he repeated before kissing her nose. “You’re my girlfriend.” Then, he kissed her lips. “You’re my girlfriend.” Then, he kissed down her neck.

“I’m never getting any work done ever again,” she said.

“Is that a complaint?”

“Absolutely not.”

Damon picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom. He dropped her on his bed. She laughed and lounged back.

Something lit up on the nightstand that drew both of their attention for a split second.

He narrowed his eyes at the phone. “Weird.”

“What is it?” she asked, sitting up on her elbows.

He reached for his phone and looked at the screen. “I have four missed calls from Jimmy.”

“Do you think he’s okay?”

He looked worried. “We’re about to find out.” He dialed the number. “Hey, Jimmy. You all right, man?” He leaned the phone between his shoulder and ear and then sat down on the bed next to Trihn. “Whoa, slow down. What are you talking about?”

Damon’s face drained of color, and Trihn’s stomach sank.

What the hell happened?