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
From Damon’s perspective: In the morning, I am awakened by the noise in the room; I partially open my eyes to see what's going on. My girlfriend was dragging a suitcase larger than her towards the door.-What are you doing?-I'm packing, what does it look like I'm doing?-Where are we going? I ask curiously.-You're not going anywhere. I am.-I'm not going anywhere without you.-Damon, you can't stay here for another week.-Why?-Just yesterday, you got drunk and got into a fight at the club.-So what?-You're attracting too much attention. Plus, I'll be back in a week.-I'm not even thinking about it, I say firmly.-Come on, Damon, she says, hanging onto my neck with her hands. God! This woman drives me crazy. I want to be serious and stick to my point of view, but how can I be serious when I think about how to get her to stay here?-Tell the truth! Why do you want to leave?-The neighbors keep talking, and I don't want any misunderstandings.-Misunderstandings? I ask nervousl
From Damon’s perspective: It's been 10 days since I woke up with her clinging to my body. I'm overwhelmed by the feeling of guilt that engulfs me every time I remember her condition. I managed to move her to my place, where she is constantly cared for by the best medical staff my assistant could find. I couldn't leave her there because just as she was shot in front of everyone, the same could happen in that hospital. Her family understood and complied. Today was horrible. I had a break-in at one of my clubs, and I had to deal with it. It was very hard for me to focus on what I had to do when my mind was always on Elenor. I took the rest of the day off; I wanted to get home quickly to be with Elenor; that's the only time I feel complete. Watching over her and hoping she'll recover. As I enter the house, I'm greeted by one of the nurses taking care of Elenor. She rushes down the stairs and comes quickly towards me.-Sir, she woke up, she says happily. Without thinking, I quickly run
From Damon’s perspective: I finish checking the incorporation documents for the club I want to open earlier than expected. I left Elenor with the assistant, planning to occupy my free hour. Now that I'm done, I call the assistant to discuss with her. She knocks on the door and enters, sitting slowly on the chair in front of my desk. She clasps her hands in her lap, visibly stressed, and bows her head.-Why didn't you tell me she lost her memory?" I ask calmly, trying to hide the desire to put a bullet in her head.-I really tried, but you didn't wait for me to tell you, she rushes to say.-So, I understand it's my fault that you're an idiot.-No, sir, she hurriedly replies. I settle more comfortably in my chair and run my hand through my hair nervously.-How did she lose her memory? Did the gunshot affect her that badly?-Sir, she suffered a head injury, but not from the bullet, but from the impact with the floor.-How long will it take for her to recover?-About two weeks.