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Well, you did…
I knew you were trouble ??
I feel the butterflies take flight in my stomach as I watch those three dots continue to blink.
Damien:
You got it right, Firefly ;)
But something tells me… you like trouble.
Me:
Maybe… maybe not.
Why don’t you find out?
Damien:
Tonight. 8 p.m. It’s a date.
My heart skips a bit at the thought of a possible date with Damien Alarie. He is easily one of the most desirable ‘bad boys’ of East Palm University. His Pacific Islander features stand out in a crowd of ordinary men. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but is there anything that could stop me? I doubt it. The invisible, irresistible attraction pulling me towards this man is just… inescapable.
Damien
I catch myself smiling at my phone screen like a fool. And that’s how I feel. I’ve never had this feeling before. But there’s something about Avalyne that intrigues me.Well, it seems like this is going to be way more interesting than I had initially thought.
“Who are you texting, babe?” A feminine voice reaches my ear from behind while soft hands slide around my naked waist.Penelope. My friend with many benefits. She drapes her polished fingers across my abs, and for some reason, my muscles tense. She rests her chin on the back of my arm, trying to peek at my phone screen.She can’t see my texts to Ava. Not because I care about her feelings, I don’t do feelings. But I don’t want her to snoop in my life. It’s just sex. But sometimes, Penny seems to forget that detail. Ava just asked me to come over to her place, and the last thing I need now is a scene between two jealous women.
“I told you not to call me ‘babe,’” I turn around to face her, pulling out of her embrace. Disappointment paints her face as her big almond eyes scan my face. It only takes a couple of seconds before she switches on her sassy mode.
“Damn, Damien! Relax!” She says, rolling her eyes before letting out a sigh. “What’s wrong with it? Why do you hate being called ‘babe’ so much?”
“We talked about this. We aren’t together. No pet names. Just sex, Penny.” I stare blankly at her. There isn’t even the slightest trace of emotions on my face. Penelope lets out a quiet breath, anxiously biting her lower lip, and her gaze drops to the ground. Her brown, long curls fall onto her arms. She’s wearing a white, short top with greyish stripes perfectly contrasting against her hazelnut skin and showing off her flat belly with a heartbeat-designed tattoo just above her hip. She’s gorgeous. She really is. But that’s just it. It’s just a game. I know she only pretends she doesn’t care, while in fact, her feelings get into the mix. But I choose to ignore it because it’s easier for us if we don’t get in too deep.
“I should get dressed,” I say dryly, hoping she’ll get a hint and leave. I’ve just gotten out of the shower, and I’m only covered with a white towel wrapped around my waist.
“You’re such a dick!” She throws, grabs her black leather jacket from my couch, and heads toward the main door.That’s not what she was moaning last night. I smile at myself, pouring myself a glass of water. I am a dick. That’s what women call me. And I don’t care. I was shaped this way for a reason.
