Chapter 4

“Are you sure?" The bartender asked and Damon nodded.

“Alright then." He went to the wine shelf to fetch Damon's order, not before giving him an odd look.

Damon could still sense the presence of the nightwalkers and when he took his eyes to his left hand side he saw them, the two vampires camouflaging themselves as humans with two human ladies each by their sides. They were dressed up in expensive attires. Clean Italian suits. It is very clear that they were wealthy. Damon knew for sure that wealthy vampires are the most dangerous, since they would have both humans and vampires working for them. Not that Damon was scared or anything like that. He was just being observant.

As he took notice of them he saw that the vampires also had eyes on him. They must have also sensed he wasn't human but Damon could see the confusion in their eyes as to what sort of creature he was. He would leave them to figure it out. That wasn't his concern.

Finally the bartender brought his drinks that he ordered and Damon helped himself to fill a large glass cup. He was indeed thirsty because he gulped it down in a few seconds leaving the bartender bewildered. Damon was unconcerned about him though and he poured himself yet another drink but then he felt a tap on his left shoulder. Turning only his neck around he saw a man standing at his back, looking all tough and powerful.

”My boss would like to see you." The man said, pointing towards the two vampires.

Damon sighed: ”I don't have time for this." 

“I am sorry but you have to come with me. It's not a request, it's an order." The man said and he shifted the lower part of his shirt to reveal the head of a pistol whose remaining body part is buried in his trousers.

A frown formed on Damon's face.

“It's like someone is too eager to pay a visit to my old man in hell," Damon said silently, still trying his best to control his rage.

No one is safe when he lets his demons lose, absolutely no one!

★

“You look great. Can you please stop checking your dress and let's go to the damn party already? Gush!" 

A very frustrated Kate said and I was the reason for her frustration.

“But isn't the gown too short? I don't want to give the wrong impression of myself to others," I said, still studying my outfit in the standing mirror.

I really didn't like what I was seeing in the mirror. I am looking more of a slut than myself. The black gown I was putting on though beautiful is just too tight, bringing out my curves that I would prefer hidden and its too short. It's making me feel so uncomfortable. I could feel the cold air touching part of my exposed thighs that my dresses usually used to cover, since they are always extending down close to my knees but this dress is far away from reaching my knees and it's giving me that feeling like I am naked.

Gosh, I can't go out looking this way.

I don't wear dresses like this, in fact I don't have any dresses like this in my wardrobe. I am actually in Kate's room and this is one of Kate's dresses I am putting on.

“They ain't short. Gosh! Those are one of my best dresses that I am giving you and you are not even being appreciative," Kate said and now she is sounding upset.

“Oh don't get me wrong. I ain't saying the dress isn't beautiful. It is actually really beautiful, just it's kinda too short." I said, trying my best not to sound in a way that she would find upsetting.

“We are going for a party you don't expect to dress up like a firefighter with all your skin covered up. This is what people wear to parties these days. We don't live in the nineties anymore."

Now she is just trying to insult my dress sense. Well I don't blame her. I hardly go out to parties or social events so I wouldn't know how they dress in such places. 

“Okay I have heard you. So you are saying I am good this way?"

“Yes! Let's go!!" 

Kate practically dragged me from her room to her vehicle parked inside her compound before she drove off to the party...

On getting to the party I felt less awkward as everyone was practically dressed the way Kate and I were dressed, even more worse. Lot of skin and flesh were left exposed. Gosh! They should just walk around naked if they are so eager to show off their bodies, I mean what's the point of putting on clothes when one could see everything??

“I forgot to ask, what's the occasion for anyways?" I said to Kate.

“Occasion?" She looked confused.

“I meant the party, what are they or we celebrating?"

“Today is Friday, is there any other better reason to party? Woah!" She said then flung her hands in the air in a celebratory mood.

I shook my head with a wide smile. This girl is crazy.

“Where are the drinks! I need to get drunk tonight!" Kate screamed.

“You're sick." I said and we both laughed..

The party was indeed fun, we drank and danced. Kate did most of everything dancing and drinking. I mostly danced and drank less. Even my dancing wasn't much compared to that of Kate's. Anyways it was fun until it wasn't anymore thanks to the other gender that just couldn't keep their hands to themselves.

Yeah, I am talking about men or should I call them boys? Because that's exactly how they behaved. Silly, uncultured boys.

Two boys walked up to us.

“Hey hotties. You girls are looking deliciously sweet! and me and my friends here would love to have a dance with you." 

One of the boys said, getting uncomfortably close to me and the way he spoke, so full of himself like he is one irresistible catch. Maybe because he is blonde or he thinks he is handsome. I don't care whatever the case is. I turned him down.

“No, thank you." I managed to smile, hoping he would get the memo that I am not interested in dancing with him but this boy kept insisting that I dance with him.

It was becoming irritating and it's now more like harassment because he wasn't only asking with his mouth, his hands were also touching my body. I guess because my best friend Kate agreed to dance with his friend after much persuasion he was also determined to get me to dance with him but there was no way I am dancing with him. No way! 

“Come on just one dance. I just want to dance with you. I don't bite. Why are you forming hard to get? I promise it will be fun. Come on...."

“Stop touching me! Don't you understand the meaning of Noo!" I yelled in his face and I could see he became embarrassed.

I felt bad somewhat, I didn't mean to embarrass him but he should have let me be when I told him I am not interested.

“Fine, have it your way then." 

His face was that of an angry one now. 

“But know for sure this isn't the end." He turned and walked out of sight.

Enough dancing, I decided to sit down so I walked to the nearest empty chair and sat down.

Wait, but what does he mean by ‘This isn't the end?' Probably nothing to worry about. I guess his huge ego couldn't handle rejection and he is trying to still look all worthy and sh*t.

Next time he should learn how to treat a lady well.

★

“Ah..Ah.." Gloria was moaning softly as Donald had pinned her to the wall and was kissing on her neck while romancing and playing with her medium size boobs.

They had left the restaurant and are now inside a hotel apartment after Gloria had offered Donald sex. He was surprised at how bold she was at first about it but later he was happy he doesn't have to do too much to impress her before he gets inside her panties since she has offered it to him on a silver platter…

“Ahh.. your body is so damn soft and you smell really good," Donald moaned as he toyed with her breasts and kissed her up her neck to her ears.

“Can you just fuck me already," Gloria said and Donald smiled, thinking he was driving her crazy with his touches but not knowing that Gloria was trying all her best to stop thinking of Damon as she was still thinking of him despite Donald touching her in the most sexual of ways.

“I see you don't want to slow down. I can be fast. I can be fast as a train," he said smiling and his dimples grew wider.