REGRET, IT SHOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED…"You're wet… go change" Lilliana scowled at his words and stared at him. Was it that obvious to him that he aroused her even with the simplest actions and yet he was still unaffected??"I mean your top little flower" he explained with a soft chuckle. The girl looked down and saw her tank top clinging to her bare breasts. Her erect nipples cut through the wet material like sharp knives."Oh" was all she said, pushing him away from her to create some distance between them and grabbed a paper towel to dry her hands before side stepping him. A little disappointed that even her breasts didn't affect him. "Lilly… " Damon stopped her just when she was about to walk out of the kitchen " ...about what happened between us""What about it??" The girl asked, still looking away from him. She already knew in her head what the man was about to say but hoped to hear something different.Damon took a deep breath in before continuing, he himself knew what he was abo

AAHH!!She's woken up a few minutes later by the sound of someone's screams. Jumping out of her bed, she ran toward her door and flew it open to check what could be the problem. The scream sounded again, this time a little different. It sounded more like a moan of pleasure than a cry for help."Please" came another from the room across from hers. Her grip around the doorknob tightened in realisation as she glared daggers at the closed door and her eyes got moist. Damon was having sex with Caitlin. Closing the door, she turned back to her bed. Her vision grew blurry with every step she took closer to it. But why did it bother her?? She wondered crawling back under the covers. Caitlin was Damon's girlfriend or so people thought and he had every right to be with her in every way whatsoever. Resting her head on the cotton pillow, Lilliana closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep but the knowledge of the man she loved being intimate with another wouldn't allow her such pleasure. Her

POSSESSIVE DAMON…The two girls walked into a night club an hour later and smiled looking around the dimly lit room with music blazing in their ears, drunk people moving their sweaty bodies to it under the shining disco ball with cocktail glasses in their hands held high over their heads. They had just stepped into another world… a world of happiness and pure bliss. Holding on tight to Lilliana's hand, Tessa dragged the girl through the drunk crowd toward the bar and waved a bartender over to serve them. She took the lead as this was more familiar to her than it was to Lilliana. Leaning forward over the bar counter, she yelled over the music "Give us two vodka cranberry cocktails' ', deciding to go slow at first. The bartender nodded and got to work immediately, preparing their drink. He pulled out two glasses with crushed ice already in them from below the counter and placed them on the counter top. Pouring the red liquid mixture over the white crystals, she added two small black st

PANIC ATTACK…"Because I suggested it, okay??" Lilliana growled back, turning her body toward her window to look at the tall buildings racing past their car and avoid any further conversations with the man.An eerie silence settled in the car at her words, not even the sound of their breathing could be heard as Damon gritted his teeth together. It was as if the two had stopped breathing, his grip on the steering wheel grew tighter and tighter until his knuckles turned white in anger. She was the one who had suggested they go to the vip rooms, that's all that ran in his mind as he drove. Unknowingly pressing his foot flat on the gas pedal. The sudden increased speed of the car only caused the girl's stomach to turn with nerves. She quickly sat up straight, suddenly partially sober and frowned at the trees racing past their car. Why were they moving so fast?? "Damon," she called out." ...Damon" she called again, this time reaching out her hand to touch the man's thigh in an attempt t

Lilliana walked down the stairs minutes later, ready in her school uniform with a blazer hanging on her arm and a backpack carelessly swung over her shoulder. Putting everything on one of the sofas in their living room, she made her way into the kitchen. Avoiding eye contact with Damon who was leaning against the kitchen counter, she walked across the room to the medication cabinet in search of painkillers. She opened the cabinet and scanned the inside for advils for her headache and let out a pained groan when she saw them on the top shelve a couple of feet above her height.Placing one hand on the counter top for balance, she got on her tiptoes and reached out her other hand to try and grab them but all in vain. Damon, who was silently watching her, asked "Do you need help??" The girl stubbornly shook her head no and continued trying. But with each attempt pushed the painkillers further away from her reach with the tips of her fingers. The man rolled his eyes, putting his now empty