All Chapters of Chained to you: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I was the first to wake up the following day. The sun was already up. I checked my phone for the time and it was thirty minutes past six. Thirty minutes passed six? The meeting was at seven! I tried to get up from the bed but my foot got tangled with the sheets making me fall on the floor with a 'thud'. I groaned in pain and cursed before raising myself from the floor. Damon woke up from the noise and immediately checked the watch on his wrist. Did he sleep with it? "It's thirty minutes passed six," he shouted. like I didn't already know that. "We're late. Damn it! I forgot to set the alarm." he continued to say. I picked up the dress I had placed on my suitcase to wear today and ran to the bathroom. Bathing would waste the little time we had so I just changed into the dress. It was a plain white shirt and a black skirt that almost reached my knee. when I exited the bathroom, Damon had already changed into his clothes. he was wearing a suit as usual. his hair had been roughly com

Damon pushed me to the wall, his hands trapping me. He stepped closer, the smirk never leaving his face as his eyes roamed my body. they paused at my breasts which were in full display due to the see true shirt I was wearing and moved up to settle on my lips. My tongue unconsciously moistured my lips. I yearned for his lips to touch mine so my mouth said what my heart wanted. "Kiss me, Damon. I want to taste you, to feel your tongue intertwine mine." His smirk disappeared at my words and he placed his hands on my waist before pushing me towards him so that our bodies were touching. Pleasure coursed through my body at his proximity. He hadn't even touched me and I was already wet. I truly was a pervert. He brought his face closer, his nose touching mine. His lips finally grazed my lips and butterflies erupted in my belly. This was it. The kiss I'd been waiting so long for. I closed my eyes in anticipation and just as his mouth pried my lips open, I WOKE UP TO FIND MY PANTIES SOAKED

Damon stared at me surprised. His look was intense and it made me slightly uncomfortable but I masked it by smirking at him. I looked away and asked the bartender to fill the glass again. After emptying four more glasses of martini, I left the bar and entered the crowd on the dance floor. Damon didn't stop me but I knew he was watching my every movement. I was already tipsy and the song playing just called me to dance. I went to the middle and started to sway my hips. My hands went to my hair before trailing down my body. I turned and my gaze landed on Damon who was staring at me intensely. Not breaking eye contact, I swayed my hips as sexily as I could. I didn't know why I was acting like a slut but what I did know was that I wanted him to want as much as I wanted him. I pulled the already short dress up exposing my thighs. I remembered Matilda telling me that ninety per cent of men found women with good thighs attractive. i didn't know whether she was wrong or not but I did it anyw

I couldn't move as I continued to stare at him. Alert! alert! I had been caught! My mind tried to form an excuse as to why I kissed him but no excuse that came to mind seemed to be reasonable enough. I could say that there was something on his lips and that I tried to kiss it off. What was I thinking? That excuse didn't make sense. "I-I w-was..." I stammered out and was stopped from speaking when Damon pulled me closer and crashed his lips to mine and it was like opening up my soul, tasting, feeling and seeing every colour of the rainbow in their own sensual way, almost like catching a smile in a bottle, its softness, its sweetness. I was levitating off the ground floating in the air as his lips pried open my mouth and our tongue danced against each other. No words or figures of speech could describe what I was feeling. It was everything I had yearned for and more. Moans escaped my lips as fireworks exploded in me. I wanted to continue kissing him but we were both running off oxygen

Life had the funniest way of always fucking with me. Tonight was no exception. I was currently standing in front of bruised Justin whose nose was bleeding. He used a tissue to wipe the blood and hissed in pain. "Let me help you.", I offered but he shook his head at me. I knew he was angry at me. I was angry at myself too for allowing this to happen to him. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have played the stupid game and I definitely shouldn't have drank from my glass when Matilda posed the question. Flashback (Three hours before present) "Try this one.", Matilda said while tossing a blue dress to me. This was the twentieth dress she had given to me and she was still rummaging through her closet for more. Did she own a clothing store or what? "It's too short. I can't wear this. How about I just wear jeans with my grey shirt?" She snapped her head to look at me, "Are you really serious right now? This is a work party. Going in jeans and a shirt is an abomination." I snorted at her,