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And before I even have the chance to answer, he’s on his way to the exit, squeezing through the crowd of dancing people. I let out a deep breath, tired by the events of this evening. I turn to the bar, waiting for my drink, and check my phone in the meantime.
“If you were my date, I wouldn’t leave you around.” A raspy voice coming from behind makes my heart skip a beat. I turn to see Damien’s tawny eyes glistening in the colorful flashing lights. His date is nowhere to be seen. “Not even for a second.” He leans, whispering to my ear, smirking.
“Well, if I were your date, I’d dump you this very second,” I say.
“Dump me?” He chuckles, and those two little dimples on his cheeks make me melt.
“Yeah. You have your eyes glued to another woman the whole evening, and the very second her man is away, you go hunting.” I keep the mocking tone.
Damien tilts his head to the side, still smirking. His hypnotizing gaze makes it hard for me to stay composed, but I do. Even though I have to fight the urge to kiss his luscious lips, which he bites as he scoffs. He takes a few steps closer to me and rests his arms on the sides of my chair. Our eyes lock, and I can hardly breathe.
“I can’t help it, Ava.” He whispers while slowly running his soft fingertips down my neck, brushing my hair away. His warm breath against my bare skin causes shivers to dance down my body. “The thought of bending you over the granite counter in that bathroom just won’t leave my mind.”
I hardly swallow, and he leans back just a little so that our eyes lock again. His words leave me breathless, yet again. My mouth opens, but my words come to a halt when Damien winks and walks away. I watch him walk back to Penelope and slide his hand around her waist, and I’m confused.What an absolute dick!
“You have men at your feet the very second you’re left alone. Should I be jealous?” Oliver asks with a tinge of desperation in his voice.
Call it a coping mechanism, but I brush those feelings of guilt under the rug and answer with a flirtatious tone, “Maybe you should be.”
“Okay. Well, maybe I am.” Oliver leans over me, resting one of his hands at the side of my chair just like Damien did before, and gently places his thumb under my chin, tilting my head back. “I am jealous, Ava. You are breathtaking. Can you not see how every man in this place is devouring you with their eyes?”
“That’s not true, Oliver.”
“I want to kiss you so damn bad right now.”
“Oliver…,” this is it. I can pine over a man here with another woman, or I can indulge in a handsome man who has been giving me the attention I’ve wanted. What a toxic trait to have, right? Call it daddy issues, or whatever. There comes a time when you’ve dealt with so much, you just start to become numb to feeling anything other than a physical touch from a good-looking man. “What are you waiting for?”
Oliver’s eyes fill with surprise. But the surprise is soon replaced with desire. He slowly leans in until the mesh of our breaths is the only thing parting our lips. I feel shivers running up and down my spine, and the next thing I know, Oliver’s lips crash onto mine, hard and demanding.
He slides his hand at the back of my head, entangling his fingers with my hair, deepening our kiss.
“Ava…,” he whispers, slowly pulling away, and I see Damien downing his whiskey in one shot from the corner of my eye.
“I’m never going to forget the taste of your lips,” Oliver says softly, grabbing my attention back to him.
“Who says you have to forget,” I tease.
Despite this kiss being with the ‘other guy,’ I must admit, Oliver is a damn good kisser.
“Oh, Ava. I like you.” He murmurs playfully.
I can’t help the urge to check if Damien’s still there. I can’t stop thinking about him, wondering if he still watches me. I cannot get him out of my head, even when I’m with another man. I look around, a little flustered, but he is nowhere to be seen.
“We should go before my dad starts to worry.” I blurt, trying to hide the disappointment rushing through me.
Fortunately, Ollie doesn’t seem to notice my sudden mood change.
“I definitely don’t want to be on his bad side.” He jokes, grabbing me by the hand.
After the failure of a date Oliver and I had at the bar the other night, he insisted on taking me out on a real date. He insisted we go somewhere where we could be alone. I knew he was referring to Damien’s surprise appearance. And I have a feeling it wasn’t a coincidence. I feel like I’m a fuel igniting the fire between whatever this is between Oliver and Damien. A competition, maybe? Why would they compete with each other, though? Is it the man’s ego? Or is it a desire to possess whatever the other one has? Is it their thing? What do they always do? I guess I’m about to find out.
Ollie and I end up hanging out with each other nearly every day for the next week. We get along so well, and the more I get to know him, the more I see he’s the right guy for me. We have so much in common. Plus, he is so playful, and he loves to make me laugh, but at the same time, he’s very respectful and caring. A perfect catch, huh?
As for Damien, I haven’t seen him much except while on campus. But deep down, I know it’s for the better. After all, I gave my father my word that I would stay away from him. Plus, I’m trying to convince myself that he is a typical player that would break my heart once he gets bored.Or is he?
