****** CHAPTER 4 ******* Damien's lips crash on mine. The kiss is not awkward like the first time. It's fierce and passionate. His mouth is hot and soft on mine. He pulls back and vanishes upstairs. He comes back with a condom and wears it swiftly. He knocks his mouth on mine. He lifts me, my legs circling around his waist. He sets me gently on the soft rug, trailing his sweet kisses down from my lips to my neck and lastly to my breasts. I feel a tingle when he bites my nipple. He lowers his hand and sets his fingers between my legs. He starts rubbing gently, making sure I'm wet for him. I dig my fingers in his hair, moaning breathlessly in his ear. He stops and looks down at me, a little smirk on his lips. He's enjoying this. Seeing me hungry for him. "Truth or Dare, Damien," I whisper. "Dare." He whispers back. "I Dare you to destroy me with every inch of your dìck." The devilish grin spreads on his face as he parts my legs and rubs his dìck between my legs. Teasing me. He
The chauffeur, Lorenzo, is a quiet man with lighter hair. He's probably in his early forties but he could be younger. He doesn't try to engage in any conversation with me through the entire drive. He just drops me off at Lana's apartment complex and says a flat "Bye."I check the time on my phone. It's precisely 10.37 am when I walk into the elevator. I just talked to Lana. She'll be here in an hour. I'll just wait outside her door until she comes back.I toddle into the alley and sit outside her door, curling my legs. Despite the warm hoodie, it's freezing outside. Lana better hurry up or I'll die from hypothermia.I start scrolling through my phone as a distraction. That's when I open Brandon's messages.10.36 pm: YOU ARE A SLÙT!10.46 pm: YOU ARE A GOLD-DIGGING WHORE!10.56 pm: YOU ARE MY BIGGEST REGRET! I WISH I NEVER MET YOU! YOU RUINED MY BIRTHDAY! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I WISH YOU ALL THE WORST THINGS IN LIFE!11.06 pm: WENDY IS A MILLION TIMES BETTER THAN YOU. SHE'S EVERYTHING YO
Brandon opens the door, a fat hopeful smile on his stupid face. A few months ago, I thought he was the most handsome man alive. After the affair, he looks like a pathetic pig to me. You have no idea how hard it was to fùck him and look up at his filthy face. Sometimes I was tempted to smother him in his sleep. But death would be an easy way out so nope!Karma has already started dealing with him. He looks five years older than he did last night. His eyes are swollen and his hair is messy. He's wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a green sweater. The sweater that I crocheted for his twenty-fifth birthday. The little petty part of me feels like ripping it off his body...The apartment looks new and clean. The glass table is gone, replaced with a new wooden coffee table. The frames on the wall are gone, replaced with new paintings. I wonder if he smashed them to pieces in a fit of rage or if he just wanted to get rid of them to wipe off my mark in this room. I wouldn't care less.I das
Damien stops the car at an upscale restaurant.There's nothing out of place in the refined restaurant. Every flower is pruned to perfection. Every tablecloth pressed within an inch of its life. The grand chandelier has so many crystals that it looks like a discoball when it reflects the sunlight. I never thought I would set foot in such a rich restaurant. I'm walking behind Damien, wearing the big hoodie that he bought me. My eyes dart around the restaurant only to realise that I'm the only one dressed so casually. The men are in expensive suits. The women are in stunning dresses. I manage to steal some glances from the gorgeous girls, probably wondering what a nobody like me is doing in their swanky space.Damien picks a spot in the corner, next to a window with a scenic view of the city. As he pulls the chair for me, I spot the bruise on his knuckles. He swiftly slips his hand in the pockets of his pants. I wonder how he got the bruise and why he's hiding it.The waiter brings the
I push the door open.Lana is in denim shorts, dusting the bookshelf. The apartment is surprisingly clean and tidy. "Expecting someone?" "Yep." She smiles. "Who knows when your future husband might pop in?"I collapse on the couch, rolling my eyes. She tosses away the cloth and sits next to me, rubbing her hands in glee."Spill the tea." She shrieks. "How did it go?""I said a big fat NO.""What?" She's confused. "Why?""He's not my type.""He's everyone's type." She says. "The most eligible bachelor in the country. One of the most successful billionaires in the world. The Fùcking CEO of Camille Cosmetics. The man who can change your life in a snap of a finger. The man who drove to this cheap apartment begging you to marry him. Any woman would willingly walk on thorns just to get to that man."I sit up straight to look at her. Her eyes are flaring with anger. I've never seen her so pissed at me. It's a little funny so I laugh."Oh, you find this funny.""I find you funny." I chuckle
FlashbackOn every anniversary, me and my boyfriend get each other presents.The previous anniversary, I made Brandon a cute crotcheted sweater. He went above and beyond and moved us to a new apartment. A bigger and better apartment. It has a big balcony with a beautiful view. I've spent the last year drawing and sketching numerous fashion designs in the lovely balcony.We moved here mainly because he wants to be closer to his work place. Last year, he used to struggle to get to work on time. He's always been punctual ever since we moved here.On this anniversary, I want to do something special. I know how hard he works for us. Most of the time he's busy toiling away at work and he's never home. There's no one that deserves a promotion more than Brandon. He's been working there for almost three years now and he's never gotten a promotion or a raise. Brandon's boss is the biggest asshole. He must be jealous of him and his potential. That's why he keeps promoting everyone but him. For t
***Present Day***I slam the door after Brandon leaves.I toss the bouquet in the bin and grab another sandwich from the fridge. I curl myself on the couch and I can't help but laugh.Brandon thinks he scared me with that funeral threat. But he was the one that looked scared. The naked fear in his eyes. He's clearly terrified that I will ruin his career. No, he's terrified that Damien Hunt will ruin his career and he will never be able to secure a job once he gets fired. Damien knows everyone in this city. Just one call and Brandon is ruined.Look, I was supposed to kiss Damien. Humiliate Brandon infront of his friends. Go back to our apartment. Break everything. Pour lots of flour on furniture and the floor. Make the biggest mess. Steal his money. Go back to my parents.But I got scared. I was scared that Brandon would press charges against me for vandalism and robbery. I was scared to go back to my parents. But then Damien saved the night. Although marrying him would be the perfect
Lorenzo stops the car outside the mansion.I throw him a small smile when he holds the door for me. I feel a little embarrassed when I see Damien standing at the door. He's so casually dressed when I'm the complete opposite. These stupid silver heels are too high. This red dress is a little too tight. I don't know how Lana convinced me into wearing such uncomfortable clothes for a casual meeting. I wish I was as simply dressed as Damien. Even in simple sweatpants and a white t-shirt, he's hotter than me.His dark eyes scan me from head to toe, an impressed look on his face."What?" I say when the silence gets weird."Nothing." He smiles. "You look nice."Nice? I didn't put so much effort into the outfit just for him to say I look nice. For some reason, I feel a little offended with a little mix of disappointment. Nice is such a flat word.I follow Damien when he walks into the house and leads me to his home office. It's a massive room with white walls and tonnes of old books stack