-Demon, I'm too exhausted to have this conversation with you, I say, trying to get out of it, but I don't seem to be able to control myself in front of him.
-I don't think it's just that, he says, smiling cunningly.
-Believe what you want! I push him in such a way as to create a clear path to the bed. I throw myself into the middle of the gigantic bed and bury myself under the blanket.
-Move over, he orders, pulling my blanket.
-No, no, you're not sleeping in this bed. I'm pretty sure you have plenty of rooms where you can sleep.
-This is my room, he says, getting into bed beside me, under the blanket.
-Then I'll leave and find another one, I say, trying to get up from bed, but I'm pulled back into his chest.
-You're not going anywhere, he says, turning off the lights in the room with a remote control.
After the heated discussion with Demon, I couldn't sleep anymore, even though I tried. This guy doesn't inspire any trust in me, but he makes me feel safe. Maybe I'm crazy to say this after just a few hours with him, but that's truly how I feel.
I was surprised to hear that he looked for me after that night; however, I didn't expect him to search for me. Yet, how drunk must I have been not to realize that he is the person I lost my virginity to?
I had many questions that I knew I would never ask him, but they only kept me awake. That, and the fact that I was glued to him. His phone starts ringing, and he opens his eyes as I close mine.
-Yes!
- ...
-What is it?
-...
-You guys are incompetent, I hear him whisper, thinking I'm asleep.
-...
-Prepare the contracts, I'll be there in 30 minutes.
I feel him moving away from me, and I hear a door.
Either he left, or he's in the bathroom. I get up from bed and go to the makeup table to look in the mirror. I hear the bathroom door opening, and from behind it emerges a Damon shirtless, with a towel wrapped around him.
-You're awake! Remember, Sonia will come today to show you around. When I come home, I'll explain more about your stay.
-Okay, I reply dryly.
I turn to him and see him pulling his boxers over his butt. He has a fuller butt than mine, and something in my head tells me to slap it, but I suppress that desire and do what any girl should do in this situation.
-Why the hell don't you change in the bathroom?
-Because it's more comfortable here, he says, buttoning his shirt.
-How would you like it if I changed wherever I pleased around the house!?
-In the bedroom, I wouldn't mind, he says, approaching me. But if you insist on doing it around the house, I might have to shoot all the male staff.
-Why would you do that?
-Because I'm jealous, and I don't share anything with anyone, he whispers in my ear.
-But I don't belong to you, I say exasperated.
I try to resist when he tries to kiss my forehead, but I fail miserably.
-That's what you want to believe, sweetheart, he says, walking out the door.
I spent most of the day with Sonia, a nice old lady who takes care of cleaning. She showed me around the house, or rather the palace, the courtyard, and also introduced me to the daytime staff.
After all that, I sprawled on the couch in the cinema room with a bowl of popcorn that's now empty.
I was very surprised to see that Demon even has staff for the cinema room; I really don't see the logic in that. I mean, you can make popcorn in the kitchen; you don't need to hire someone to do it.
I'm awakened by laughter. I think I fell asleep watching a kdrama. I open my eyes and see Damon, engrossed in the series with my legs in his lap. I pull my legs out of his lap, and he directs his attention to me.
-What are you doing? I ask, startled.
-I'm watching the series. What does it look like I'm doing? he asks, pulling my legs back into his lap.
-No, I mean, what are you doing here?
-We were looking for you around the house, and Sonia told me you were here, so I came to get you.
-Why were you looking for me?
-Because, as I said when I left, I want to talk to you about your stay here.
-Okay, go ahead.
-Not here, let's talk in my office, he says, getting up from the couch.
-Let's go then!
His office doesn't look as I expected. It's not a normal office; it's very spacious. On the left, there's a black leather sofa. On the right, some bookshelves with books and various statues, and in front, a desk with a computer on it. I sit on a chair at the desk, and he sits on the chair behind the desk.
-As I said, I resorted to kidnapping to save you. I've taken care of your parents, and I still am, to protect them, he says, turning the computer screen towards me.
There were recordings from all angles of the house, and it even seemed like there were cameras installed at the neighbors'.
-But how?
-I told you I've been watching you for a long time. Regarding your parents, they know nothing about you, just that you left on a business trip. So take this, he says, pulling a phone from under the desk.
-Can I contact my parents?"
-Yes, but I'd ask you not to tell them anything about being watched or kidnapped.
-I wouldn't have done that. My dad has heart problems.
-I know.
-There's a problem; they'll find it strange when they see that I'm not returning from the business trip.
-Pay attention, and don't interrupt me because it's very important. Talk to your family and tell them you'll be back in the country in 3 days. We'll return to Italy, we'll visit your parents, and you'll resume your normal routine.
-Wait, what do you mean by 'we'll visit your parents?
-You'll live with me, we'll visit your parents, and we'll make our relationship public.
-What? What relationship? What living together? Damon, are you crazy?
-Alexander, the man who's following you, smells something, and I want to catch him before he manages to do anything to you. We need to appear as a couple in front of your parents, your friends, and the press. He has to believe that we're together to lure him into my trap.
-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
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