*Damon*I found it really funny that I could live for almost five years in a city and not so much as hear about someone but suddenly I meet them and I can't seem to stop seeing them wherever I go. Especially since I desperately wanted to. She was following me. Or maybe I was the one following her. The point was that one of us definitely had to be following the other.That was the only explanation.There was no way she could suddenly start showing up everywhere that I was. I had frequented this gym for the past three months and not once have I laid my eyes on her. I would have known it if I had. I wouldn't meet someone as intriguing as she was and then forget about it. I hated it. The way she seemed to suddenly barge into my life and start popping up everywhere that I turn to.I inhaled a calming breath and fisted my hand at my sides. I threw my arm and punched the boxing bag in front of me, trying to not take a glance in her direction and failing woefully. When had she registered her
*Melanie*I stared at my phone, not sure what it was that I was looking at. I had been sent an email about some readjustments in the contest rules. Something about not being in any entanglement or relationship while we were still part of the contest. I wondered if Damon instigated the new rule after what happened the other day at the gym.I had no doubt he probably thought that I was following him. Even I was confused as to how we had managed to live without so much as bumping into each other but now it seemed like it was all it could do. I decided that I was going to add some activity that was going to ensure I got out of the house and the best I had come up with was securing a gym membership.I figured that a gym was probably the most social place I could find where people didn't actually interact and chit chat. Not to mention the annoyingly huge amount that I'd paid was sure to get me out of the house thrice every week.I dropped my phone on my bed and continued with folding my clo
*Damon*She was doing it again. Buttering my friends up. This time it was just Shayla. I narrowed my eyebrows at Shayla, trying and failing to keep my irritation in check. She wasn't doing anything wrong. If anything she was probably doing something right trying to know the contestants on a more personal level. It just irked me that she would become friendly with this contestant out of them all.I felt like Melanie was getting relaxed and familiar with them in a way that she never would with me. I felt her letting her guards back up as if to prove my point. The smile that had been on her face just seconds ago was suddenly nowhere to be seen. She seemed to instinctively take a cautious step backwards and stand up straighter."Help me with these would you?" Shayla said with more attitude than she was used to displaying. I arched an eyebrow when she literally dumped the files she'd been holding on my arms. She gave me a smug look, turning to fix her gaze on Melanie. "Damon will show you
*Melanie*I was losing my mind. Yeah, that was it. I was absolutely going crazy. That would explain why I've been hearing Damon's voice echoing somewhere in my head on fucking repeat. It was so annoying. I wanted to just reach deep inside my head and yank his stupid voice out before it turned into some kind of catchy sound track.Your eyes are so fucking beautiful.Why exactly had he felt the need to say that? He could have just kept his damn opinions to himself. At least then I wouldn't be constantly hearing his voice inside of my head. Wouldn't be feeling like a thousand butterflies had erupted in my stomach. Because his confession had gotten to some part of me I didn't even know existed.I released an angry breath and then rubbed my forehead. I didn't need him to start complicating things and putting me through an emotional rollercoaster. It would definitely make my life a lot easier if I felt nothing for him but dislike. If his touch didn't make me hot all over. If his voice didn'
Damon"Can you believe some of them?" Jake asked in amusement, taking a swig of coke. I huffed, my gaze trailing round the room and a corner of my lips lifting at the look of irritation on his face. He wasn't wrong though. The contest had kicked up about four hours ago. Jake and I were helping out but basically, Shayla was in charge of the entire thing and practically would be to the end. I trusted her judgement that much.She had decided that we start with something simple. The first round was basically a reveal more about yourself round. They had to communicate everything vital thing that mattered to them however they wanted to. What they liked, what they didn't like, what they did for a living, the kind of dreams they had for themselves and things like that. Some had just made a speech. The others had decided to get a little more creative with the task, acting out a mime or singing about their life. A few had even danced to a song that talked about what their life had been and wha
*Melanie*"Mel, did you by chance see my hair dryer?" Hailey asked from her bed. I bit my lip in annoyance, barely containing my eye roll. I wasn't sure why but somehow her voice had started to irritate me all of a sudden. And that was absolutely ridiculous because Hailey was an absolute sweetheart with all her smile and charm. "Mel?" She called out again."Don't call me Mel." I deadpanned in a flat voice, shooting her a look from the corner of my eyes. "Only my friends called me that." Her eyes widened in genuine surprise and she raised her both hands in surrender but not in a way that was mocking. It made me feel guilty. Even Raven and Maddie were looking at me with a confused expression.I was a bitch.I was acting out of character. It was like my mind and my body and my heart were no longer working together. I was acting extremely childishly. I knew it, but somehow my brain was struggling to catch up. I knew what was really getting me irked but I didn't want to admit it. It was st
*Damon*I pulled my car into the driveway, finding an empty parking space to park in. I stepped down, shutting the car door and looking at the building in front of me with disgust. My father's lawyer had contacted me again late in the evening yesterday through my PA, asking that I show up this morning for an important meeting with him. I gazed down at my Rolex, realizing that I was right on time.I had hoped to be a little late to piss the old man off.I practically marched into the building, quickly locating his secretary and asking her to inform him of my arrival. She came out more than five minutes later to invite me in. I held down the bile that seemed to rise in my throat once I noticed her hair was looking more disheveled than it had been when she'd walked inside. Not to mention her shirt was a little more rumpled and her lipstick had been cleaned.Asshole.I shot her a dirty look, letting her know she wasn't fooling anyone by sleeping around with someone who was more than twice
*Melanie*I glanced at the wall clock placed in a corner of the diner and felt a sense of relief wash over me. I had actually done it. I arrived a whole fifteen minutes earlier than I should have. I'd been confused when Shayla had reached out to me, asking if I was free so we could go out for lunch. I'd even almost said no. Then I realized that for whatever reason I didn't actually want to get on her bad side.I ordered a glass of non alcoholic wine, waiting patiently for Shayla to show up. A part of me feared that Damon had said something to her about me. Maybe something about the whole episode the other night. Or something that wasn't nice. I hadn't gotten the weekly email so I wasn't exactly sure whether or not I'd passed the first round.I briefly wondered if she was taking the pain to personally inform me that I hadn't made it to the next round. I discarded the thought as soon as it came. I wasn't special. There was no reason for her to do so much just to let me know that they ha
MELANIEI kept stealing subtle glances at Damon during this weekend’s test. We were showcasing our cooking skills, something that I’m sure a man on the lookout for a wife expects in her. The kitchen had been sectioned into 12 spaces; each suitable enough for the contestant’s free movement and easy access to her utensils.Ingredients of all manner and culture were available for us as we were expected to whip up a meal of our choice. Damon looked hot in his all black attire. Standing close to Jake and Shayla, they exchanged some conversation here and there as the competition progressed.I was making tuna salad and lasagna. A close inspection of the woman next to me, I think her name was Layla?, made me swallow an inward gasp. She was making some kind of exotic Mexican cuisine. I guessed it was Mexican because she exuded Latina vibes. She had a killer body with an abundant ass and her eyes were almond shaped, very dark and so pretty. Some of the contestants were already done with their
*Damon*Growing up, I'd been a pretty weird kid. I hadn't had it as easy as people would think. I seemed to always do something a bit differently from others. My mom often told me it was because I was special but even then I had known better than to believe her. She didn't seem to still think I was special when I did things that landed me in trouble. It wasn't weird for me to find myself having different views from others. I often argued about their views on a few things. Like what spooked them. And what riled them up. And what they found alarming. It was a little alarming realizing that your feelings about someone were somehow beginning to change without your permission. Especially when you didn't want it to. I didn't see Melanie for the rest of the day. It was a bit strange really because all we seemingly did during the weekends here was bump into each other. I had a strong conviction that it wasn't because she was trying to avoid me. I didn't know why I was so sure.I just knew.T
*Melanie*I rolled my suitcase across the hallway, silently praying that I didn't bump into anyone. I wanted to start the weekend competition off with an apology to Damon. I knocked on my room door, simultaneously swiping my key card as I walked inside. My eyebrows jumped up in surprise when I saw Hailey sitting comfortably on her bed, painting her nails. She'd arrived earlier than she normally did. Usually, I was the one who arrived first. I felt genuine happiness that she had also made it to the next round."Melanie!" She exclaimed, jumping down from the bed and hopping to where I stood with the handle of my suitcase in hand. Before I could guess what she was about to do, she had enveloped in a warm hug I totally did not see coming. It took a while for me to register that she was somehow hugging me while still trying to mind her nails because it was something she had never done before.She must have mistook my silence and stiffness for me not liking the fact that she touched me beca
*Damon*"What can I get you?" The bartender asked, wiping down on the counter with a small white table cloth. He seemed a little irritated, like bartending was the last thing he had planned to do with his life. Shit happens, I thought silently to myself. It was a little funny how everyone thought they had their life all planned out but then they always fail to remember that life itself was full of surprises. And some are worse than others."I'd like some beer please," I answered calmly, tapping my fingers lightly on the counter as I scanned the room for any sign of Jake or Shayla. They were both nowhere to be found. I turned my attention to my wrist watch as the bartender disappeared to go get my drink. I tugged at the collar of my shirt, agitated for some reason.I didn't want to be here.Strange really, because I had always been the very first one out of the three of us to suggest that we hang out at a club somewhere. Jake and Shayla were always too caught up in each other to want t
*Melanie*If I had thought that I had the tiniest bit of rage bubbling beneath my veins, it was turning out to be even more serious than that. I was starting to hate myself for it. I caught myself agitated and angry for no reason and I had the strange thought that going toe to toe with Damon was going to give me some kind of closure. I was starting to remember why I had strongly disliked him in the beginning. I ran my thumb absent mindedly across one of the small bruises on my arm, my mind drifting back to the gym yesterday.Even now, hours after the incident I couldn't deny that the entire episode had been more than embarrassing. I had never once encountered any thing of the sort. But then I had never been the type to be so easily distracted during a work out session either. It was basically my number one rule to stay focused whenever I went to the gym. I didn't want to end up a victim of whatever injuries most gymnasts were prone to.Which was exactly what had happened yesterday. An
*Damon *The alarm clock blared on my nightstand bared and I groaned. I hadn't yet woken up enough to remember why I had set an alarm the previous day but I was already deeply annoyed. I reached over to hit the snooze button, but then I remembered the plans I had made for the day. I had earlier scheduled today as a day to work out. It was something I would have easily cancelled but I haven't exactly been consistent with going to the gym for a while now and I paid quite a lot of money for that place. So much so that I sometimes wondered what I had even been thinking in the first place.I had already promised myself that I would go to the gym today, and I didn't want to let myself down. I already knew from experience that it would simply be the start off to a completely shitty day. Hitting the snooze button when the damn alarm failed to shut up, I reluctantly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I walked into the shower and turned it on, letting it run for a while as I stared at
*Melanie*I applied a little bit of lip gloss to my lips, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I had already made plans for how I wanted the day to go. Very detailed plans. Plans that certainly didn't involve going out to anywhere for whatever reason. But then Trish had rung up my cell, literally blackmailing me to meet up with her on the ground that we hadn't had lunch in a while since I joined the competition. As tired as I was I'd still agreed to meet up with her.Because she actually was right.I carefully placed my lip gloss bottle back in my make up kit and then picked up my cellphone. I had three missed calls from her. I unlocked my phone in surprise, wondering when she'd called that I hadn't picked. Realizing, I was in the shower then, I dialed her number and placed a call across. I listened to it ring for a few heartbeats."Hey," I said, the second she picked up the phone. Closing my laptop and walking it to my wardrobe, I balanced the phone between my ear and my shoulder.
*Damon*Good.I had done what I'd intended to do and said what I'd intended to say. There was no reason for me to still be standing in the room, staring at her and wishing I could take back my words. It bothered me but only the slightest bit that she had so easily agreed to chalk it all up to a spur of the moment mistake. But then what did I expect? That she was going to refute my statement and suddenly declare her hidden feelings for me?It would be more possible for hell to freeze over.I managed a nod and stepped away, even though it might as well have killed me. I needed to leave before I did something entirely stupid. The thought of her easily agreeing that it would also be a mistake the second time was enough to keep me heading in the direction of my room. A ridiculous delusional part of me hoped that she was going to say something. Maybe ask me why I was so easily discarding our kiss.It wasn't a good thing I hadn't been counting on her to react that way. Or I'd have ended up m
*Melanie*It was surprisingly a bit cold. It was one of the things I noticed, staying awake for as long as I did. I'd closed the glass windows, adjusted the curtains and also turned off the aircon but still, I could feel that the goosebumps which had risen on my arms were still there. It should have been gone by now. Especially since I'd thrown myself into the bed and covered my body with the duvet. It would have certainly disappeared by now. If the goosebumps had been from the cold.I was debating whether or not I should meet up with Damon. I tapped my phone twice, the screen immediately lighting up as I sought out the time. It was already three minutes past midnight. A part of me wanted to stand up. If not for any reason then to prove to myself that I wasn't letting Damon affect my senses and my decisions. I had an idea what he wanted to discuss and even though I wasn't embarrassed about it, I still didn't feel like having a conversation.Why did he feel the need to iron things out