****** 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 rubs it, staring at me. Torturing me. I finally grab his butt and push him inside me. We both gasp when he digs himself deep inside. Our eyes boring into each other. Our bodies entwined.
"Oh, Dani."
He strokes me. Slowly. Sweetly. Smoothly. He's making love to me. But I don't want him to make love to me. Brandon has spent the last seven years making love to me. But I want Damien to fùck me. I just went through a bad breakup and I want something new. Something fresh. Something unique.
"Harder," I whisper. "Rougher."
Damien's eyes grow darker at my request. He flips me like a pancake and enters me from the back. His hands tight on my waist. Kneeling behind me. He strokes harder and faster, making me moan. Making him groan.
He stops and takes me in his arms. He plants me on the coffee table and parts my legs. He kneels as he snakes my legs on his waist and digs himself deeper inside me. One hand is in his hair. The other hand is clawing at his butt. I moan into his mouth. He groans into my mouth.
He stops again and carries me to the couch. With my back on his chest, he fùcks me hard from his side. Rubbing his fingers between my legs. Kissing my neck. Making my entire body shake with pleasure as he reaches climax.
When I was planning the revenge kiss, I had no idea that it would lead to the best revenge sèx ever.
I turn around to look at Damien, his eyes warmer and brighter than ever. I wrap my legs around him as I draw closer to him. He's still panting after climax. His heart pounding harder.
"Can I share a tiny truth, Damien?"
"Of course."
"That's the best sèx I've ever had."
Damien doesn't say a word. He just pulls me closer and plants a brief kiss on my lips. He has been with other women. Of course I'm not his best sèx. He's a fùcking billionaire. He has slept with hotter women who are way more skilled in the sheets than me. For some strange reason, that stings. Maybe I sucked...
Brandon was the first and only man I'd been sleeping with for the last seven years. He broke my virginity. The thought of another man touching me or being inside me was disgusting. Well, until I found out Brandon has been so generous with his genitals. That just flipped everything. And now I don't give a flying fùck who I fùck.
I just want to have fun. I want to explore more. I want to have sèx with manly men like Damien. Men who know how to satisfy women. The breakup with Brandon has turned me into a whole different woman. I think I'm starting to like this new version of me.
"We should do this again," I say with a small smile, my heart pounding hard in my chest.
There's a look of surprise on his face. He doesn't seem pleased by that statement. His eyes turn cold. It's almost like I'm looking at a completely different person.
His phone suddenly rings, making him pull away from me. He almost looks relieved to be free from me. He puts on his sweatpants as he reaches for his phone. He stares at the screen in surprise before bolting out to pick up the call.
I'm left feeling confused. And reckless. And stupid. I shouldn't have said that. He's a billionaire. He doesn't want to fùck a lowlife like me ever again. It was just a moment of weakness. I feel so foolish. He just wanted fun. I gave him fun. And now he never wants to see my foolish face ever again.
I'm sliding into his black t-shirt when he swings the door open.
"I have to leave." Damien says flatly. "I don't know when I'll be back. You can watch N*****x. There are some snacks in the fridge. Have fun."
Damien doesn't even wait for my response. He just runs upstairs where he grabs a jacket and his car keys. I wonder where he's going past midnight but I don't dare ask. It's none of my business. And I don't want him to see me as some stupid snoopy stranger.
When Damien is gone, the house is silent and cold. But this time, it doesn't feel lifeless. Flashbacks hit me when I glance at the coffee table. Damien devouring me with his dìck. I get more flashbacks as I take the chicken and wine from the floor. The rug where he first made love to me. More flashbacks haunt me as I fall on the couch. The couch that carried us as he carried me to heaven.
I'm tempted to be mad at Damien but I know I shouldn't be. Not after he let me crash at his place. I'm just a stranger. It was just sèx for him. He's used to one-night stands and never seeing the women again. I'm not an exception. Maybe he's gone to see those women. Maybe I didn't satisfy him. Maybe he has run off past midnight to see the woman who secretly satisfies him...
No! I'm not going to do this to myself! I'm not going to sit here and torture myself with harsh thoughts or swim in self-pity. I should be grateful that I had the best sèx ever with the most beautiful billionaire in the country. I should be grateful that I'm spending the night at his lavish house. I should be grateful that I'm eating this scrumptious chicken paired with the richest red wine. I'm not going to wallow in self-pity. This night turned out better than I hoped. I should be overwhelmed with gratitude. Damien turned a bad breakup into the best breakup ever. I had the best revenge kiss paired with the best revenge sèx. All thanks to him. So I should be grateful. But instead, I'm a little mad.
I run upstairs and grab my phone from my purse. I can't wait to call Lana.
I have threads of texts from Brandon which I don't open. Texts from Lana asking me where the hell I am.
"Where the fùck have you been?" Lana demands when she picks. "I almost took a flight back. I was worried about you."
"You are my best friend, Lana." I say. "That's your job. Being worried about me."
"Brandon called." She says. "The man is mad. I think he's planning a murder. You were serious about kissing his boss?"
"I keep my word." I laugh. "You should have seen Brandon's face. Poor thing looked like he was going to poop his pants."
"Serves him right." She snickers. "You told me you were going to kiss him. But you forgot the part about his boss being your boyfriend."
"Damien just said that to make him back off." I huff. "He was being a little rough and Damien saved the night."
"This Damien sounds like a sweet guy."
"He let me crash at his huge house."
"You were supposed to go to your parents."
"I freaked out." I huff. "I don't know if I have the strength to see them again. Plus, I didn't want them to see me drunk. Looking like a mess. I'm glad Damien let me stay the night."
"Will you go see them tomorrow?"
"I don't know if I'm ready." I huff. "It's been seven years since I went home."
There's a brief silence before I switch the subject.
"Enough about me. Tell me about you. How's the workshop? Any new friends? Have you replaced me?"
"The workshop sucks." She huffs. "I just quit today. I've booked a flight for tomorrow. I'll be home at noon."
Lana is an aspiring writer. She signed up for the writing workshop which was supposed to run for six months. The workshop is being held in Baymond, miles and miles away from this city. I hate to say this but I'm a little relieved she's quitting and coming back home. I was a little worried six months apart would cause a drift between us.
"If you're not ready to face your parents yet," Lana continues. "You can just stay with me until you feel ready."
"I love you," I say. "And I'm sorry the workshop didn't work out. I know how excited you were about it."
"The workshop didn't work out." She says joyously. "But something else did. It's a surprise!"
"You're not going to tell me?"
"Nope!"
"Oh, that makes two of us." I giggle. "I also have an exciting story to share! You won't believe it! It's so good you will want to write about it."
"Love the suspense." She says. "Now I'm intrigued. Gotta hang up. Take care of yourself, baby girl."
"Good night, babe." I hang up.
I can't wait to share every detail of this night with Lana. The things that Damien did to me. The way he did them...
I'm lying on the big bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I feel like a teenage girl who has just discovered sèx for the first time. I bite my tongue and cup my face as the flashbacks hit me.
A couple of minutes later, a car pulls up in the driveway. I jump from the bed when the front door bursts open. Damien is back.
He's pacing around the living room, panting. He doesn't notice me walking down the stairs. He grabs the bottle of wine and smashes the TV, the pieces raining down on the floor. His eyes meet with mine when he looks back.
His eyes are dark with rage. His face contorted with fury. He doesn't look like the Damien who devoured me. He looks like the devil. A dangerous devil.
"What happened?" I ask softly. "What's the problem?"
A bark of laughter escapes his throat. A dangerous laugh.
"Truth or Dare, Dani."
"Truth."
"The only reason you're here is because I wanted someone to fùck. I wanted fun. And you were shamelessly available. There. That's the harsh truth."
Silence stretches between us. Tension heavy in the room. There's a flash of remorse in his eyes before the rage seeps back.
"I want you gone in the morning." He says calmly, not looking at me.
He bolts past me and disappears to his room.
I thought he was an angel...
But Damien is a demon.
***
******** CHAPTER 5 ********
I barely slept last night.
I was confused.
Confused by Damien's sudden shift. He was a completely different person after coming back. I was also heartbroken. Heartbroken by the words Brandon spit at me. But most of all, I was drunk. And I feel like I might have been a little reckless and careless.
Sleeping over at a stranger's house. Letting a stranger fùck me on the first night. What if he was a serial rapist or a serial killer? What if he was in a cult and he sacrificed me? Rich people are famous for being part of strange cults. Why wasn't I scared of Damien?
I crawl out of bed and take off the black t-shirt. I have a little headache but water will fix that. I need to get out of here now. There's a knock on the door as I pull on my dress.
"Come in."
It must be Damien. He has come to apologise for the things he said last night...
I'm a little disappointed when it's not Damien.
A dark-haired woman stands at the door, holding a big black box. She's a plump woman, probably in her late forties. She smiles at me, dimples touching her cheeks.
"Good morning, Dani." She says. "My name is Hannah, the housekeeper. Sorry to interrupt. Had to drop this box immediately. For you."
I'm swirling in confusion as Hannah sets the box on the bed. We shake hands before she turns to walk away. She stops at the door, shoving her hands in the pockets of her black uniform dress.
"I made you breakfast." She says. "Cake and coffee."
When Hannah closes the door, I burst the box open. Brand new sneakers. Brand new hoodie and sweatpants. A little note from Damien. But the most shocking of all - a ten-thousand-dollar cheque.
I grab the little short note and read it.
Hey you,
Thanks for last night.
Damien.
**
I run down the stairs and notice that the living room is spotlessly clean. Hannah fixed the mess that me and Damien made last night. I'm a little embarrassed to know that she knows what me and her boss were upto last night. But then again, she's obviously used to her boss bringing random women every night and leaving his mess for her to mop.
For some strange reason, the thought of Damien bringing other women and doing all the things we did stings a little. As I toddle to the kitchen, I heave a sigh and kick away the thought.
The kitchen is equipped to a professional chef's standard. A smooth granite cooking counter in the middle. An enormous sink. Two cookers. A huge fridge. A bunch of wooden stools set next to the eating counter. A huge glass window with a splendid view of the garden.
I sit on the wooden stool, my hands on the counter. Hannah smiles at me as she pours me some coffee.
"The sweatpants look good on you." She says. "I'm glad they fit."
"You bought them?"
"Damien asked me to make the order." She replies. "Said you didn't have any shoes or warm clothes."
"Where is he?" I ask sharply as she passes the chocolate cake to me.
"Work."
"On Saturday?"
"He works on weekends."
"When will he be back?"
"Late."
"I'll wait for him."
She freezes for a moment, the smile swiftly fading. She gives me a sharp look and shakes her head.
"I think that's a bad idea..."
"Why?"
There's a brief silence. Hannah is scared to speak. She's clearly hiding something from me.
"Why?" I repeat sharply.
She clears her throat, hesitating. There's a sorry look in her warm wide eyes. A look of pity.
"He said he never wants you to set foot in the house again." She says. "It would be best if you never make contact again. His words."
For a moment, I'm in total disbelief. After all the beautiful moments we had last night - not just the sèx - he's just going to ghost me. We ate together. Laughed together. Played stupid games together. And now he's going to act like none of it ever happened. I was stupid to think that it was special - that he was special. I was foolish to think that we could be friends after he saved me from Brandon. That was so stupid of me.
I look down at the piece of cake on my plate and stuff a big chunk in my mouth, devouring it mercilessly.
"You like it?" Hannah asks.
"I love it!" I stuff more cake in my mouth. "You made it?"
"Yes." She grins. "I'm actually a professional baker. I only work for Damien on weekends. Every time I'm here, I bring him cake. He loves chocolate cake."
"So he has the heart to love something." I scoff. "Shocker."
Hannah stares at me for a moment. A serious stare. She then takes a seat across from me and smiles.
"Can I ask you something, Dani?"
"Sure."
"What did you do to Damien?"
"What?"
"He's never brought a woman home before." She says. "You are the first one."
"Bullshit." I burst into a laugh. "Plus, how would you know that. You're never here. And when you are here, he's at work. And when he comes back, you're gone. Right?"
"Right." She nods. "But the guards are always here. And we were really starting to get concerned. Even his family was starting to get concerned. But then he brought you home. And you slept in his bedroom. I was shocked - in a good way."
I didn't even know that was his bedroom...
"So I'm wondering," she continues. "Why did he bring you home?"
"Because he wanted fun!" I blurt. "He got his fun. And now he wants nothing to do with me."
Silence stretches between us for a moment. Hannah's face is creased with confusion before she beams at me.
"Damien lives a lonely life." She says. "It's nice that he had the company of a woman last night. I'm sure he enjoyed your company."
"Doesn't look like it." I huff. "He literally ghosted me. Didn't even have the courtesy to tell me goodbye."
"He has his reasons."
"Well, fùck those reasons." I grin. "Do you have some more cake please? My best friend is obsessed with cakes."
"Sure."
Hannah packs the cake in a dish for me. She's s just as short as me when I stand from the stool. She pulls me in a hug when I stretch my hand to say goodbye.
"Pleasure to meet you, Hannah."
"The pleasure is mine, Dani." She says. "Hope to see you soon."
"Well, your boss never wants me to set foot in his house again."
"The universe is full of surprises." She winks. "The chauffeur is waiting for you outside."
"Chauffeur?" I quirk an eyebrow.
"Damien asked the chauffeur to drop you home." She replies. "Safe and sound."
I hate myself for how bad I need this ride. It's convenient but most of all, it's free. I hate myself for accepting everything that Damien has given me for FREE. And I hate how desperate I am because I have no choice but to accept his free things. I wonder if that's his poor attempt at making up for his bad behaviour.
"Thanks for the sweet cake, Hannah." I say. "And thanks for being a sweet soul."
She blushes at the compliment. I'm sure people shower her with compliments all the time. She's a lovely person with a lovely heart. I met her a few minutes ago and I'm already drawn to her.
"Hannah, can I ask a favour?"
"Anything."
I draw the cheque from the pocket of my sweatpants and slap it on the counter.
"Give it back to your boss!" I grin. "Tell him that ten thousand can't fix being a pathetic piece of shìt."
**
