Damn Bro Who Got You Smiling Like That Mga Nobela at Kwento

he confessed making her smile. "Yeah I don't think I want you to either," She grinned. "Now come on my Broody Boy, you promised me that dance," she reminded him, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the crowd of people.

~DAMON~ My smile radiates the whole library, but does not reflect on my heart. It’s a reflex action, something I find myself doing often even though it's the last thing I want to do. Smiling, throwing jokes, these have been a coping mechanism that's etched within my soul, an addiction I can't free myself from because it never feels like an addiction. “Damon!” Elvis in third year slaps my back mindlessly, drawing me closer to him. “Our dear vampire prince, will you grace us with your presence for this night's party?”

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”

I'm ready to snap this fuckers neck if he doesn't answer my damn question. His face unrecognizable, I've done some serious damage to it but nothing too life threatening as of yet, the fucker smiles. "Someone took your girl?" he questions and I'm seriously losing my patience. "So that’s the way to get to the great Levi Brady?" He mocks me, "Alas, it wasn't me. Although I wish it was."

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> A dark smile spreads across Damien's face. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "So my little brother couldn't make you come," he says slowly. "And now you're in the back of an Uber with his older brother's fingers buried in your sopping wet cunt." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "And you want me to do what he couldn't. You want me to make you come so hard you forget he ever existed." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I follow his gaze, and my blood turns to ice. Brian Cruise and Graham Scott are suddenly right there — smiling, talking to our girls like they’re old friends catching up over tea and cake. WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK.

I stayed quiet, pushing eggs around my plate. One of the younger guards stepped in, tablet in hand. “Photos from the club last night, boss. Security flagged a few faces.” Dante waved him over. The guard placed the tablet on the table and scrolled. Sofia and I dancing, the crowd, then a shot of me on the dance floor with that stranger’s hands on my waist. My leather dress riding high, body pressed back against him. Enzo leaned in with a grin. “Damn, sis. Who’s the cute guy grinding on you? Looks like he had a good time before Killian dragged you off.”

Katherine’s POV “You’re smiling so hard that it’s honestly embarrassing to watch, Katherine. If this man does not ask you to be his girlfriend tonight after everything the two of you have been doing together for the past three years, then I personally volunteer to run him over with my car.” I burst into laughter at Brittany’s dramatic voice echoing loudly through my bedroom while I stood in front of my mirror with two dresses spread across my bed behind me, my cheeks already aching from how uncontrollably I had been smiling ever since Damon texted me earlier this afternoon.

So instead, I paint a fake smile on my face. When we get into the theater Jordan sits on one side of me and Kane sits on the other. I decide to just pretend Kane doesn't exist and I actually manage to make it through most of the movie doing so. I love to follow up a salty snack with a sweet one. When I'm done with my popcorn I instinctually reach for the cupholder where I always keep my eminems before I remember I forgot them. Kane reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out a litte yellow box. He hold them out for me and for a second I'm tempted to slap them away, but I just snatch them out of his hand instead.

Dane: Did you cum? Me: I didn’t. Dane: No? Me: No. Dane: Why not? Me: I couldn’t. Dane: So you gave and got nothing in return? Me: I pleased him. I drew pleasure from that. Dane: I’m growling again. Me: Are you? Dane: Yes. Me: Why? I’m smiling. Dane: Because you’re a brat. Me: Sir! I’m appalled. Dane: I’m sure you are.