No Change

  Chapter 2: No Change

 

 Elena’s POV

 

 It was 11 pm when I finally eased onto the couch, I'd just finished putting Lily to bed. My lips curled for a brief instant when I recalled all the stories she had to say about her new classmates at school. There was a soap opera playing on TV at that moment.

 

I just wanted to relax for a moment. I hadn’t seen Damien at all today. Not like I'd been seeing him a whole lot in recent months, he was always out for work and back late at night.

 

The thought had barely left my mind when Damien staggered through the door of the lobby. He looked like a total mess, his usually sharp suit, disheveled, tie askew, and eyes glazed with anger.

 

“Damien?” My eyes widened as I called out hesitantly. I'd never seen him like this. His eyes looked dim as he stared at me.

 

“Ele—,” he murmured some unclear words under his breath.

 

 I rushed to help him inside the living room. His entire body reeked of alcohol, he looked nothing like the cold domineering Damien, he looked drunk.

 

‘Why would he be drunk?’ I wondered.  Damien didn't strike me as someone who let himself get out of sorts like this. ‘Did something happen?’

 

“Damn you, Margaret,” he cursed under his breath and my eyes narrowed. Margaret was his stepmother,   ‘Why would he be insulting her?’

 

“Sshhh,” I cooed,  trying to calm him down. “It's alright,wh” I whispered, unsure if he heard me as I struggled to help him.

 

Most of his weight was on me. I suddenly regretted telling the maids to head to their quarters early. They would've been of help here.

 

By the time we reached Damien’s room upstairs, my back was drenched in cold sweat.

 

His room was dimly lit and we barely made it to his bed without tipping over. I dropped him on his bed and helped get his shoes off his feet.

 

“What—” Damien mumbled something under his breath as he lay, sprawled on the bed.

 

I sighed as I stood over him. I moved to the side, trying to get his entire body up on the bed when I slipped. I yelped as I crashed into him, landing on his chest.

 

 Oh no! I froze as Damiens's hands curled around me. I could feel my heart racing, and I felt the heat of my body rise.

 

“Damien, mov—” I tried to struggle out of his grip but suddenly his lips crashed onto mine, laying claim to them.

 

He hovered above me, his long hair fell over his sculpted face. His kisses got strong and intense, his hands gently slipped underneath my dress fondling my breasts.

 

Despite myself, I could feel a ball of growing desire rise in my belly. ‘This was crazy,’ I thought, wanting to push him away, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

 

Deep down I knew I wanted him to have every inch of me.  I wanted this.

 

Damien peppered my face with heart-burning kisses as he slowly took off my dress and then my underwear, spreading my legs with his large hands.

 

I barely held back a moan when he slid his finger gently into my pussy, slowly rubbing my clits in a circular motion. My moans grew louder as he slowly increased the pace.

 

I badly wanted him inside me. And I wanted him now.

 

“Damien,” I moaned his name, my hands rubbing the small of his back. My hands reached out, desire pushing me on and I unzipped the fly of his pants, my fingers trailing on his strong chiseled chest.

 

“Fuck!” He groaned as I placed my hands on his dick.

His eyes were dark and wild with desire as he stared at me. “You want it right?” his deep hoarse voice did things to me. Sinful things.  

 

I didn’t answer, my lips finding him with an urgency that shook me.

 

Damien’s lips left mine and he roamed lower,  lavishing my breasts with attention. I nearly saw stars when his lips sucked hard on my nipples.

 

I moaned, my entire body vibrating as his tongue traced down my torso. I felt his hot breath and wet tongue on my pussy licking every inch of my clits, my legs vibrate as I grabbed the sheets.

 

Damien paused, his dark eyes meeting mine. “You taste so much like her,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

 

‘Wait, what?’ Those words brought me back to my senses. I felt as though I'd just been slapped across the face and all my desire disappeared in an instant.

 

No matter how handsome he was he had practically treated me as non-existent and now he was even thinking of another woman.

 

Before he could get his dick inside me I pushed him off my body and put my clothes back on.

 

“Where are you going?” He asked but I ignored turning my back to leave.

 

“I didn’t give you permission to leave,” he snapped as I felt his arm wrap around my waist pulling me into him. His sculpted body that filled me with delirious desire felt like a cold icy realization now.

 

I was still a stranger to him. Another convenience and the thought I'd nearly given in to him filled me with shame.

 

It was a struggle to get out of his grasp but I couldn’t let myself be used by him.

 

“Good night Damien,” I said shutting the door behind me and locking it. I ran straight for my room as the tears I tried to hold back came rushing down.

 

 

****

 

The next morning, I got up early, it was a Friday, and I wanted to prepare Lily’s food box.

 

My mind was restless and this was my way of getting my mind off things. I decided to prepare bacon, eggs, and cheese biscuits with fruit smoothies, one of Lily’s favorites.

 

 I tried to shake the thoughts of Damien away, focusing on preparing the rest of the meal.

 

Firstly he treated me like air, then he tried… successfully at that I thought, to get into my pants only for me to realize he'd been thinking I was someone else.

 

What was worse than that?

 

 I was distracted as I moved and my elbow bumped into a bowl of hot water sitting at the edge of the counter. Before I could react, it tipped over and was about to pour all over me.

 

Suddenly, I felt strong arms that grabbed me, pulling me away from the danger. I gasped as my back collided with something solid and warm—Damien. He had moved so quickly getting me out of the way. I didn’t even hear him enter the kitchen.

 

“I…” my words lodged in my throat as I met his gaze, my mind going black.  

 

But then, just as quickly, he let go and took a step back, the connection between us severed. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

 

“Thank you,” I murmured, my voice a little breathless. I tried to lighten the mood with a smile. “I, um, actually made something—you can have a bite if you like,” I said gesturing toward the food I was preparing.

 

My heart hoped that he might soften, just a little. Instead, his eyes narrowed, a cold look spreading across his face.

 

“Like a bite of you?” Damien’s eyes bored into mine coldly. “No thanks,” he muttered.

 

‘What!’ The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My smile faded and my chest tightened with disappointment. I bit the inside of my cheek, struggling not to show how hurt I was.

 

Without another word, he turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me standing there, feeling small and foolish. I stared at the door long after he was gone for what felt like hours.

 

“STUPID. Stupid, stupid, stup… Elena,” I said to myself trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

 

I turned back to the counter, determined to push these feelings away. Damien wasn't worth it.

 

But why did I feel this way?