-Damon, I have a problem, I entered without knocking on his office.
I examine the room more closely and I see two more men whom I don't know.
-I'm sorry, I didn't know...
-Let's reschedule the meeting in 20 minutes, Damon informs the other two people.
I don't know if I'm crazy or not, but I think I felt my heart pounding in my chest at the thought that he canceled something to talk to me.
After Damon puts the phone back on the table, a bodyguard makes his presence in the office.
-Taylor, take the guests to the living room and make sure some snacks are prepared for them.
After I'm left alone with Damon, he signals me to sit in the chair in front of his desk.
-I didn't mean to disturb you, I'm sorry...
-You're not bothering me, don't apologize! Tell me what happened," he says, lighting a cigarette.
-My father called. He was panicked that I didn't answer him these days and told me to visit him soon. He has something urgent to talk to me about.
-Good, talk to him and tell him you'll be there tomorrow evening.
-What do you mean tomorrow?
-I've finished my work here, we need to go back and pretend we're together, otherwise we'll raise suspicion.
-When will we no longer need to pretend?
-When you fall in love with me, he says, relaxed.
-Damon, I really don't want to pretend my whole life.
-Is being in a relationship with me really that uncomfortable? Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your place?
-I really don't care. This, I gesture between us, shouldn't happen.
-Princess, are you afraid you'll fall in love with me?
-Dream on it.
Damon puts out his half-smoked cigarette and leans over the desk. I try to pull my chair back, but he blocks me, placing his hands on the chair's armrests.
-Wanna bet you won't be so tough when I'm inside you!?
-We don't need to bet because it's not going to happen, I try to confront him. But his eyes seem to pull me into an abyss of sins, only when I look into them.
-I assure you it will happen, and it won't be long until then.
-I don't want to be anyone's adventure.
-Oh, darling, I assure you you won't be. I don't like to share.
-I'm leaving now, I've already told you what I had to say, I barely manage to stand up from the chair when I'm pushed down on the desk.
-I've been wanting to taste you for so long, he asks, running his tongue over his lips.
He spreads my legs and positions himself between them, lifting the skirt that used to reach just above my knees.
-It's not right, I stutter, trying to formulate a believable sentence.
-Were you never curious about the taste of my lips? Oh, but you were, he says.
-N-no.
-Then why were you touching my lips with your finger this morning?
-H-how do you know that, I stutter embarrassed.
-I know everything, darling, he says with his lips glued to mine.
Without realizing it, I'm drawn into an animalistic kiss that I struggle not to respond to.
Frustrated that I don't respond to the kiss, he bites my lip, letting out a sigh between my lips when his tongue enters my mouth. Slowly, I give in, letting myself be carried away by a sinful kiss.
I feel his hands under my skirt, but he continues the kiss, not even letting me breathe. Without realizing it, he manages to take off my panties. I try to pull away from the kiss, but he doesn't let go.
-I promise I won't do anything you don't want, he says.
I don't respond, but I let him continue, as he leaves me thirsty for something unknown. He lays me on the desk, getting into the most advantageous position for him and the most disadvantageous for me, because I know from now on I won't be able to resist.
I feel his wet tongue exploring my thighs, heading towards my femininity. His caresses send shivers of pleasure through my whole body, but they fade away when he stops.
-Now, he says huskily but with an excited look, what do you want me to do?
-C-continue, I stutter impatiently.
-What do you want to continue? he asks with a devilish smile.
-Damon, please...
He doesn't even let me continue because I already feel his wet and hot tongue penetrating my walls. I feel a wave of pleasure about to come.
-Damon, I moan his name softly.
-Let go, he orders me.
I feel as if a wave of pleasure has passed over me, but I'm brought back to reality when Damon pulls me to his chest.
-And when you think that I can offer you more than this.
-It's wrong.
-Keep telling yourself that, but I know you won't believe it.
-Damon, I don't want this to happen again, I see his face drop when I tell him that, but he resumes his alpha figure.
-Too bad, but I can't promise you anything.
-Damon, please...
-You're begging me what, he asks exasperated. Are you begging me to let you go after you've tasted me? Well, find out that it won't happen. You, Elenor, are mine, he says, looking into my eyes. I want you even more than I had you today, and tomorrow I'll want you more than I'll have you tonight.
I toss and turn, but sleep refuses to take me. Its absence causes this insomnia. In just a few days, I've become dependent on it. I can't have dinner without it, I can't sleep without it. It's quite strange. I don't think I love it, but I've developed a need to see it beside me, to feel its arms around me when I sleep, and even the specific, unorthodox touches it makes at the table. I really don't understand why he spends so much time in that office. Did the meeting last so long that he couldn't even have dinner with me or at least make it to the bedroom by this hour? Wanting to satisfy my curiosity, I go to his office. I knock, but no one answers, so I enter. Fear grips me when I see the floor and walls covered in blood. Has something happened to Damon? Terrified, I leave the office, wanting to find someone from the staff to find out what's happening. I can't find anyone from the staff, but when I try to call Damon, I see a huge door at the end of the hallway that I don't kn
-Stay away from me, you monster! I shout as loud as I can, trying not to waver. I'm pretty sure this jerk drugged me after I passed out; otherwise, I can't explain the dizziness and headache. I try to get up from beside him, but I can't. The bastard has handcuffed my hand to the bed.-Why am I handcuffed to the bed?-So you won't run away. Isn't it logical?How can he be so calm after torturing a man!?-You're a bastard! Do you hear me!? You'll pay for everything!-Blah, blah. Okay, I'm a monster, a bastard, but darling, you're the girlfriend of a monster, a bastard, and many other insults you can think of.-Stop saying that I'm your girlfriend. You don't know what love is. I realize I've hit a sensitive point when he rushes towards me. He immobilizes my other hand, placing himself over me.-Hey doll, do you really think everything in this world is rosy? Well, let me tell you, it's not. I don't want to go into too much detail, but I want you to understand me and my actions. M
Grandma, Dad, and Marc, I'm sorry I didn't visit you more often! I'm sorry I didn't tell you how much I love you because of my pride! I'm sorry for causing you so much pain after you find out I'm dead! I'm sorry for everything! I hope you can forgive me in this lifetime." These were the only thoughts running through my mind as Damon dragged me through the hail of bullets towards the exit. Twenty minutes had passed since I found myself in the backseat of the car with Adam holding my hand, shaking me every time I stared into space, not aware of what he was saying or asking me. I simply couldn't snap out of the shock. I could have been shot if Damon hadn't thrown me to the ground. A split second and I would have left this world. A split second and my life would have ended in the ugliest way possible.-Darling, are you okay? Damon asks me for the umpteenth time.-Well, if by 'okay' you mean that I almost died less than half an hour ago, then yes, I'm okay, I reply, giving him an ironi
From Damon's perspective: The fact that she was ashamed of her body infuriates me to no end. How? How could she do that when I get aroused just by looking at her? This woman drives me as crazy as she did on the first night. After thoroughly exploring every inch of her upper body, I slowly move my tongue down to her thighs, avoiding her vagina to save the best for last. Her body tenses with pleasure as she senses me getting closer, but I catch her off guard by kissing her labia wildly while massaging her clit with a finger. She lets out a moan between her lips, sending a shiver down my spine and into my pants. I slip a finger inside her, continuing to massage her lips with my mouth, eager to hear her moans.-Take that damn hand off! I want to hear your moans like I heard them in my dreams, I say, seeing her trying to muffle herself. At my words, she removes her hand from her mouth, looking at me with her innocent doe eyes. So innocent! It only excites me more that she's
On one hand, I can't wait to see my family, but on the other hand, I'm not so eager to see my relatives. I guess everyone has those few aunts and uncles who are concerned about anything other than their own lives. Well, those relatives focus a lot on my life, especially since I'm the most outspoken member of the family. "Outspoken" in their vocabulary means that I don't accept all the nonsense they say, but also that I strongly support my point of view. Honestly, I can't wait for these few days to pass. I can already imagine what it will be like when they see Damon; Dad won't stand him because he only tolerates those drunk idiots from the village who work in construction or steal. My brother will be neutral because he's the type who gets along with everyone. Grandma will love him, I know that because she always wanted me to have a serious boyfriend who dresses in a suit. Dressing in a suit was among her standards when she married my late grandfather. The car we're in attrac
From Elenor’s perspective I rushed with my grandma to my godmother's to bring her some pills. I'm sorry I left Damon at home with my dad, but I couldn't take him with me. It would have sparked more rumors than his car, which everyone is talking about now. Honestly, my godmother doesn't really support me, and neither do I, but I have to keep up appearances because she's my grandmother's sister. She's never supported me, and my grandma knows that. She has a daughter just as grumpy as her, and she also had a son who died in an accident, leaving behind a wife and three children. I can't say I feel sorry because I don't. He committed suicide because he was gambling, and then the whole thing was covered up so his wife could benefit from a large sum of money from his job. His wife is a very foolish woman, she's not employed, she throws money around on clothes and perfumes that she wears in this small town where nobody cares. She only has a few grades of education, which
-Happy birthday, I warmly say to the woman who took care to make sure I lacked nothing even though she had no obligation.-I'm old, I don't think I should celebrate anything anymore. Maybe I'll die tomorrow, she says.-You're talking nonsense, I joke, managing to bring a smile to her face. Deep down, I'm afraid of the day when she won't be here anymore. I know I'll blame myself to the core for not spending enough time with her, but I can't split myself. Thank goodness for my brother who is always here, otherwise, I'd feel terrible knowing that his grandchildren aren't around him, for whom he dedicated his life. I notice her smile widen even more on her face, wrinkled with age. I turn to where her gaze settles and see Damon.-Excuse me for interrupting, but I'd like to talk to Elenor. I hope it doesn't bother you, he says.-It doesn't bother me, young man. I'll leave you to talk to Elena. After my grandma leaves to talk to her daughter, I turn my attention to Damon, who seems to have c
From Elenor’s perspective:-Hey, Grandma! Do you know where Dad, Marc, and Damon went? I ask, noticing that I can’t find any of them.-I don’t know. I thought they were in the yard.-Me too, but it seems they’re not. I look for Marc, but he doesn’t respond. Goodness, this is ridiculous! Where on earth have they all gone? I’m getting really anxious. I hope Dad or Damon haven’t done something foolish. The ringing of the phone breaks the silence in the living room. I rush to pick it up, hoping it’s one of the three missing people. My hope shatters when I see an unknown number calling, but I answer anyway.-Hello!-Hello! Elenor, it’s your uncle Vince.-Yes, Uncle. Has something happened?-Your father and brother went into my club with a guy. Well, that guy got into a fight with two other boys. Can you please come and get them quickly before the police arrive?”-I’m on my way,” I say, full of nerves. I can’t believe it! How old are they? Six? They’ve started fighting like crazy in