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His face snapped at me and he said, “I am not—”
I tipped on my toes and whispered, “I’ll do anything. Please play along.”
Damon’s eyes gleamed, and with the most charming smile, he wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me closer and said, “I’m her boyfriend, Damon Grant.”
I licked my lips, staring at his small dimple with jealousy. He never smiled at me like that. Hell, I didn’t even know he had a dimple! How dare he?
“Oh… nice to meet you,” Garrett mumbled, frowning at us. “Aren’t you a lesbian?”
I rolled my eyes and before I could speak, Damon said, “She’s bisexual. Aren’t you, kitten?”
He remembers?
My cheeks flushed, and I pinched his butt, making him exhale sharply. “I am,” I said, squealing in the end before covering it up with a cough when he pinched my butt in return.
I glared at him while smiling, promising to smother him in his sleep with a pillow.
“Aren’t you, like, the CEO of that famous makeup brand?” Julian asked, twirling her hair and eyeing Damon’s crotch shamelessly.
I wished I could cover it because I felt violated.
Gaarret’s eyes lit up. “Yeah! You flirted with him at that event to make up for the org—”
“It was the other way around, Gale,” Damon replied.
“It’s Garrett,” he replied, fuming. I pursed my lips to stop myself from laughing at his flustered face.
“We have to go. I’m taking her on a special date to celebrate our one-month anniversary,” Damon said, kissing me on the temple as I whispered, ‘I’m going to kill you,’ and he kissed my cheek whispering, ‘I’d like to see you try, kitten,’ before looking back at the couple in front of us. “It was not nice meeting you, and I hope you have the day you deserve.”
We turned around, Damon’s hand lowering to my butt, giving it a small squeeze as we walked away.
That was so intentional.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” I said, letting him touch me for a few more moments so it looked real.
The mischievous twinkle in his gray eyes was my answer.
17
BECAUSE I CAN
DAMON
Walking with her lithe body pressed against my side was definitely strange. And somehow comforting at the same time. I looked at her, her soft curls framing her sharp face, and noted the splatter of freckles on her nose and cheeks.
She was pretty. Very pretty. Like the girl next door who always had a smile on her face.
“Do I have something on my face?” she asked, frowning at me.
I was glad she wasn’t questioning why I hadn’t moved my arm from her waist.
“Yes,” I lied and stopped her. People walked past us without a care in the world. The smell of crispy fries and salty breeze hung in the air. I touched her cheek, staring at her brown eyes that were glowing with golden hues in the setting sun and—fuck, why did she have to be so fucking beautiful? “Better,” I said, tucking her hair over her ear and stepping back, clenching my hand behind my back because it felt shaky.
She rubbed her cheek and pouted. “You’re a weirdo.”
I scoffed, following her and glaring at the old man who checked out her ass. He walked away quickly, and I wrapped my arm around her waist again.
“Says the girl who has that douchebag with a porn-stache as her friend.”
