Tempted by Danger (The Danger Family, #1)

by Endiya Carter

I’d never in my life thought about being someone’s husband, but looking at her face, I could tell her ass would say yeah if I asked her to marry me tonight.

After I’d accepted that he’d been killed, I happened to get on social media to see him on Ryan’s story, in a club with a woman sitting damn near on his lap looking like she was getting ready to kiss him in the mouth. Or had just finished kissing him in the mouth.

dymon what are you doing???

Since the night of the fair, I hadn’t left his house. It was him who begged me to stay, which made me even more confused by his actions last night.

oh it’s getting real domestic

I didn’t know what else I had to do to get him to open up to me about his family. He talked to me about everything, but that. I hardly knew anything about him. How could he love me when he didn’t trust me? Most importantly, how could I love him, when I knew nothing about him?

well girl you’re in for a ride

WTF! THERE HAS TO BE A BOMB IN THE BUILDING. HOLY SHIT. HE HAD TO GET THAT ONE LAST JAB IN! GUYS, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO! HE IS BEING HELD HOSTAGE. FIRST, JEANS. NOW, AN EVENING OFF. “BEST.” HE’S NEVER SAID BEST.

🤣🤣🤣 they can’t believe it

That was the shit that made me happy with her. Anything I did for her, she did a little dance. The other day I had a late meeting, and I bought her home a slice of deep-dish pizza, and she did her little happy dance. Along with a card filled with another apology and three dozen roses, I got her a $60,000 tennis bracelet, and she still did that cute little dance before a few tears filled her eyes. She’d put it on and hadn’t taken it off. I didn’t know what it was about her that made me want to buy her everything I saw.

he’s in LOOOOVE 🥺

The shit I was feeling for this girl was crazy, and something I’d never felt before. It was too strong, almost like her little ass was some type of paranormal entity sent here to suck every ounce of life out of me.

“It’s approaching ovulating time, Mr. Dymon.” “Lift up and sit on my dick, Princess.” “Are you…are you sure,” she panted. “I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.”

ooo chileee

I was thinking, my mother couldn’t have known her baby daughter would be a freak-bitch like that.

“I love you, Quinci,” he whispered in my ear. There it was. He didn’t say, Princess, I love you. He said, Quinci. “I love you, Quinci.” That was real. That was outside of the expectations that he’d set…we’d both set. Those words were the reason that I’d cried while he made love to me. Those words were the reason I let him work himself in my asshole. Anal sex while high, tipsy, and emotionally high was the best journey I could’ve ever taken my body on. When he was done filling my ass with his cum, he said, “Please, don’t leave me.”

😩 he’s down bad and i don’t blame him one bit

Since we’d been living together, I realized that he loved affection and comfort. Though we couldn’t do it in public, he loved our long hugs in the house, and how I held his hand when we were just simply walking together around the house. He also loved when I grabbed his hand in the car. Because of the way he was, I knew that he’d never admit it. It all came together when he told me the way he grew up. His mother didn’t nurture him the way that she should have.

all he wanted was love and affection and quinci has given him that

“To show our babies, once they grown, how crazy I had their mom looking after dropping dick in her.”

😭😂😂

So, for now, I was his assistant in public, and his…his girlfriend in private.

we moved up to girlfriend status 🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽

When my eyes opened, there were two people sitting in the chairs in front of Dymon’s desk. Blinking, my vision cleared, and I noticed that it was Dymon’s parents. They both stared at me with very unreadable expressions.

not you meeting the parents already lord

“Baby? Can I have a little privacy while I wipe myself, please?” He looked at me, turning his nose up. “Girl, I put my nose in your pussy. Please, but I’ll leave.”

she ain’t ask for all that LMAOO he’s so aggy!

I hated bullies, and from everything that Dymon told me about her, that’s who she was. One thing my mother always taught me was to respect people who respected me, no matter the age. Dymon had already introduced us earlier in the day, so she knew my name.

exactly with her petty ass

“We don’t know you from a can of dog food, and now you’ve sunken your claws in my son, and everyone at this table already knows what you want from him.” “And since you know everything, what might that be? What is it that I want from your son that he ain’t already given and giving me?” She couldn’t say anything. Round one belongs to me.

BLOOP.

“You have some nerve to be talking about disrespect when you’ve disrespected me since the moment I sat down. Although my parents taught me to be respectful of everyone, sometimes, you must meet disrespect with disrespect, especially when one knows better, or should. I told Mr. Dymon…after we consummated our relationship, to never ever let a bitch disrespect me, and I must say bitch, and you could absolutely be mutually inclusive. I’m going to tell you something that no one at this table has the balls to tell you, and that’s to shut the fuck up sometimes before you run into someone just a little more disrespectful than I am being right now. My grandmothers would be livid at the way I talked to someone who’s their ages right now, but you needed to hear it.”

GO THE FUCK OFF QUINCI!

“What’s he going to say? About being born? About being sent to Wyoming? What? He’s been holding on to that for fifteen years now. It’s time to let that go. It’s getting old,” Declan hissed.

oh shut the hell up

“So…” He stood and grabbed my hand, standing me up. “Effective immediately⁠—” “Dymon, don’t do this,” Diesel urged, all but forced. “I quit. Declan can have it. Roger. Whoever.” He looked at his father. “And you. You let Roger hire someone who hurt me to my core just to make me quit, and you did nothing. You said nothing. I can’t and I won’t respect that, ever.”

OMG

I followed her through the house, nearly bumping into her when she stopped suddenly in the entry way of the dining room. Derek sat at the table across from her parents, and two older women who had to be her grandmothers that she always spoke so highly of.

omg he is obsessed—don’t you got a baby on the way???

I tapped her waist twice, and she immediately stopped talking. Derek jumped up, knocking the chair backwards, pointing his finger at us. “Mom. Dad. You see that! You see how he controls her! He controls her! And she lets him! That is not how you raised her!”

boy bye.

“That’s the thing. I won’t be able to work in high-stressed environments, at least until I’m able to control something I didn’t even know I had. But you make it…made it look so easy. You got up every day, put on your nice, little tailored suits, ran the company with an iron fist, while still holding people’s respect. I thought I could do it. Even Dad made it look easy. I was a fool. And I have to apologize to you, Dymon. I hope that you can accept my apology, and you and I move forward…being better brothers to each other.”

now i know he can come up with a better apology than that

“Declan laying in that hospital bed slapped me in the face like two bricks. I kept thinking what if something happened to you, and I never got to apologize to you. That guilt would eat at me for the rest of my life. And then it didn’t help when you came in there with a busted eye and a busted lip. You don’t have to accept my apology right now, but at some point, I hope you will. I’m going to do better unless it’s too late.”

mhmm i see everybody realizes how wrongful they’ve been

“Well, since we are going to be living in New York, I might have to apologize to…” She sighed in annoyance. “I’m going to have to apologize to Cruella De Vil and Scar for disrespecting them in their home.”

😂😂😂😂

Rounding the corner, I paused when I saw Dymon and Kia embracing. She was crying on his shoulder and then she noticed me and moved away from him.

awww i’m glad they got the closure they needed

When he told me that it was Fiona who’d hit him, I lost my mind. Against his wishes, I texted her and told her that our friendship was officially over and that she was a terrible friend. I gave her a few more choice words before telling her if I ever seen her again, I was going upside her head. I waited for hours for her to respond before I blocked her.

good she was fake as fuck anyway

Call me crazy, but I think I found the love of my life…

OH MY GOOOOOOD

Mr. Dymon opened the envelope, scanned it, and then handed it to me. Scanning over the paper, my eyes widened when I realized what it was. “You guys bought it?”

awww wait 🥹

She’d changed me so much over the year. I was a better man because of her. A better boss because of her. She was still the calm to my storm. Even when I knew I was getting on her nerves, she never lost her patience with me. Every day I woke up, I thanked God for her.

“Don’t nobody want a baby with you, Dymon Danger. Check.”

🤣😭😂😂