***POV - Damion “Hi, sorella!” Alejandro strides into the kitchen and grabs Mel from behind and swings her through the air. She gives a little scream and then throws her arms around his neck and whispers something in his ear, before getting all red again. Alejandro gets this big mischievous smile on his face, lighting up his eyes. And suddenly I have these murderous thoughts running through my mind. I just can’t seem to get a grip on this guy – my gut doesn’t like him. But my girlfriend for sure seems smitten with him. Who invited him anyway? I close my eyes and rub my forehead with my fist, counting slowly to ten. Fuck. I don’t even have a girlfriend for a day and I’m on my way to jail to serve out a life sentence for committing murder. Somebody messes up my hair and I open my eyes and slowly stare at the culprit, possibly my second victim on my killing spree. Jackson smiles at me and I can just rip his smirk from his face. “Jealous much?” he teases. I bite my tongue,
***POV – Melaena For the last romantic touch, I put the vase with fresh flowers in the middle of the table. I stand back and look at my hard work with a satisfied smile. I’ve laid the table, Jackson helped me to light the fireplace and the food I prepared is being kept warm in the oven. I’ve showered and am dressed comfortably but sexy. Then I hear the key turning and my heart almost stops. He’s back! Damion left for Europe the day after the incident where he almost fell to his death and although he contacted me twice a day, I could sense something was wrong. Most of those calls were made while he was intoxicated. And the photos splattered on the net of his drunk ass, as well as every fight he got himself into (and it was quite a lot), emphasize my suspicions. Also, the fact that Chloe was there didn’t make things easier for me. Like I said before … I trust Damion … it’s her I don’t trust. He didn’t finish his race because he fell on the second lap, the news reports statin
***POV - Melaena bambina = little child / madre = mother My eyes flutter open and a beam of light blinds me for a second or two. I sit up and see that the curtains are slightly drawn, letting in the light from the midmorning sun. I look around frantically grabbing my phone from the nightstand. It’s almost seven. I cringe, not physically ready to get my body out of bed. It’s Christmas day and Uncle John invited us over for dinner. I see I’ve missed a message. D: Merry Christmas my love. And I would never do what he did. Soon we’ll be together forever. Will this guy never stop? I for sure don’t have any energy left to deal with the likes of him. These last two weeks almost killed me! Each night I dragged my can’t-keep-my-eyes-open exhausted body through a bath and into bed, not eating much. It’s been hectic to study while working on our game project as well as helping out at the club. With Enrique in Berlyn, Ilkay cramming in exams between his shifts, Jackson and Log
***POV – Damion I lean against the door and look at the people sitting around the table. I can’t believe it’s already Christmas, not that I have anything to celebrate this year. These last few weeks I’ve been living in hell – the deepest pits of the abode of the damned is where I got stuck. Yep, I’m burning in the other world, my heart in a state of ill-being due to one girl’s deception. A girl I love so much, that I can’t seem to live without her anymore, even if she dropped me into eternal damnation. I’m not sure exactly where it started going wrong, but I just know it did. First I went to Europe for my last race, and that’s where the boulder started rolling downhill – with fucking great speed. I missed Mel so much that I drowned my sorrows and longing in the pubs, but it didn’t work. Then a message arrived from an unknown number … a devastating message saying that Mel was cheating on me … with a photo as evidence of her infidelity … a photo where Alejandro seemingly sucke
***POV – Damion WARNING – sex scene!!! Uncle John is busy making coffee already and he hands me a cup with some cream on top. Great, just what I need. Mel jumps down the stairs and gives her uncle a peck on his cheek and then turns to do the same with me. She seems in a better mood. “I’m still feeling slightly nauseous so I think I’ll just skip breakfast.” Her eyes burn with a girlish charm that makes my knees go weak. Something is bothering me about this bug she has, the symptoms are all there. I shake my head. How could I’ve been so stupid? I’ve never ever slept with a girl without protection. But with her, it’s as if I just can’t control myself. I didn’t even think about protection, my desire overclouded my brain. No, I’m not going there. It’s just a bug and she said she’s on the pill. But a part of me can’t stop annalizing it, nausea, tiredness … “So, I suppose my dickhead brothers are still passed out?” Upon her question, Uncle John makes a noise sounding lik
***POV - Damion As soon as we enter the house, Reaper rushes up, meowing, happy that she’s back. She picks him up and cuddles him before handing him to me. The image of him cooking in a pot suddenly fills my mind and for an instance, I feel nauseous. “Maybe we should get some takeaways and binge-watch a few movies,” I say just to erase the horror from my brain. Anything but Fatal Attraction would do. “That sounds perfect. You order the food and don’t forget the ginger ale. Oh, and get some ice cream and pickles … I’ll get the bed ready.” My eyebrows move up and I get my fully mastered smirk on and she realizes just how it sounded. She shakes her head and leaves, my eyes on her ass until she disappears into her room. I walk into her room without warning saying “I’ve ordered some burgers and chips. It will take around 20 minutes.” But then I stop dead in my tracks. She’s standing there butt-naked looking a little flushed. “I was just going to shower and get the pu
***POV - Melaena “You want some ice cream?” I jump on Kiara’s bed suddenly craving a delicious snack and needing some TLC from my best friend. She runs into the bathroom. “I’ll be with you in two secs!” she shouts. I scoop a large helping of ice cream into two bowls and then I take out the jar of pickles and throw some on top of mine before covering it with peanut butter, jam, and chocolate sauce. This is weird, even for me, but something is making me want this so badly. I take my phone and sit on the sofa eating my new favorite snack. Kiara jumps over the back of the sofa and takes a huge bite of her plain ice cream, moaning softly. "Mmmmm, this is fabulous!” I tell her about the misunderstanding between me and Damion and everything that happened between us, about Chloe and Alejandro. Reaper tries to steal some of my bowl of weirdness and I shoe him off by tapping on his nose with my finger. “He’s soooo cute. But what is that disgusting stuff you’re eating?” Kiara star
***POV – Damion WARNING – sex scene!!! Knock-knock-knock!! These past few weeks were grueling – all I could do was think about Mel. We've been touring around Europe and Asia to promote our bikes. I was hoping Mel would join me, but she had some family issues she didn't want to talk about on the phone. Alejandro kept an eye on her for me, and according to my brother, she's distant, in her own world, and still feeling sick. Fuck-it, it’s been hell. I’ve never even thought about a girl for more than five seconds, what to say minutes, hours, days, weeks! Kiara opens the door and it's as if the devil came knocking. Something is wrong. “Uh, Damion …. eh … hi! You’re back early. You look tired.” She doesn’t move to let me in and her face is a combination of guilt and fear. She tries to hide it. Maybe she was just not expecting me … I am a day early after all. But I wanted to surprise Mel. “We’ve missed you at the New Years' party.” “Hi, yeh, it's been too long and