A Life Changing Love Chapter 2
It's been an entire week since I left Damon's mansion. I've done as much digging as I can and all I found is his number.
I turn around in my office chair when I nearly fall over. Damon is standing right in front of me, he's wearing a white office shirt, a grey blazer and grey pants. His shirt does nothing to hide how much he works out. He must go to the gym, two, three times a week maybe more.
" , it is very unusual to see you down here." I state, trying to sound calm and professional which is the opposite of what I am feeling. I feel nervous, I am second guessing the deal. I probably won't get any information out of him...maybe I should phone the woman back and say I'm out. It isn't that hard. He'll never know, my career will be safe and...I'll still be alone.
"Well it is just you after all. No one else is in sight." He states in a matter of fact tone of voice.
"I think I deserve more credit than 'it's just you'. Don't you think?" I say to him, putting on my best flirtatious smile and tucking my hair behind my ears. I bite my lip as I look into his icy blue eyes.
Damon scoffs, he charmingly smiles at me. " are you flirting?" He questions, sounding playful. He leans over and rests one of his hands on my desk, I move my chair back, pushed against my desk.
"If I am what would you do about it?" I ask flirtatiously, I coyly smile.
This isn't as hard as I thought it'd be. I thought it would take longer for him to even talk to me. I guess not. Plus not all the flirting is forced. He is hot as hell.
"First I'd take you for dinner, maybe dessert if you're interesting then I'd take you back to my house, lay you on my bed and do things you couldn't even imagine." He answers, flirting with his eyes.
Wow. He's good. But, so am I. i decided that the best way to get information from him is to have a relationship with him. I know it's cruel but, I need to get away from New York and that proposition is the only way I know how.
"Well than, where are we going?" I inquire, my coy smile still situated on my lips and I add a slight giggle at the end for effect.
We arrive at the restaurant not to long after. Like a gentleman Damon walks around the car and opens my door after her gets out. He takes my hand in his and helps me out of the car.
To be honest the restaurant looks more like a jazz club. I didn't know there were any left. As soon as I step in my ears are flooded with the sounds of a jazz singer, singing her heart out with people dancing around the stage with their lovers while others are at the bar drinking until they don't know where they are anymore.
Damon leads me to a corner in the back of the club, away from the people, the stage and the singer. He sits me down and calls for a waiter. He seems to have a lot of pull at this club.
"Do you own the place or something?" I laugh as the waiter places two glasses of champagne on the table that is covered with a silky white table cloth.
"Actually I do." Responds Damon as he hands me my glass.
An interesting piece of information, but, I am not sure it's what they're looking for. I have the feeling that the woman wants some sort of deep dark scandal to sell and I'll be damned if I don't find it.
"I didn't think you the type. Is this club where you disappear to?" I question sounding lighthearted even though I am basically interrogating him.
"Disappear...I guess that's the word for it. And to answer your question I spend my time at many places. Europe, China, Japan. I travel more than I'm in America." He responds, giving me a small smile as he does so.
"Really. That must be fun." I say, trying not to ask too many questions. It would seem suspicious and if he suspects me even just a little bit he sure as hell won't trust me.
"Yeah. It's quite interesting to see all the different countries, how they differ from each other and how they differ from America." Reveals Damon.
This sparks my interest because I have always wanted to travel, to see India, China and Italy, all the countries of the world.
"What did you find in each country that was always the same?" I inquire, truly curious of his answer.
"Woman. Not the way they look but, the way they act, mainly around men. Their body language and flirting techniques, it's as if there is a book out there that all women read." Responds Damon.
I give a slight laugh at his answer because I'd say the exact same for men.
"I'm sure you have had a lot of experience with woman." I laugh, a genuine smile creeping onto my face.
Damon gives a slight scoff. "What is that supposed to mean?" He inquires in a lighthearted tone of voice.
"Your a bachelor. If you intended on settling down you could have by now which tells me you don't. You're attractive enough to ensure all female attention is directed to you whenever you step in a room, I'm guessing you don't mind that, you've probably picked up tons of women at bars...so what is it about me that has you coming back for more?" I inquire, trying to be light hearted but, a hint of seriousness creeping into my tone.
He looks shocked. He has no idea that this is how I became such a good journalist, I can read people easily and make assumptions that more often than not turn out to be true.
He calms himself and resumes smirking, as always.
"Well , I'm not sure. I just haven't been able to think clearly since you left and since you're the one who caused it you have to fix it." Laughs Damon cockily, he reaches out for my hands and place them in his.
The dinner continues just as nicely as it began. We talk about everything, our hopes and dreams that we had as teenagers and the ones we have now but, I have a question I am itching to ask him. One that will be vital in the development of my article and our 'relationship'.
The waiter takes away our plates and glasses, clearing the table and leaving only a candle situated in the middle of the table. I look up into his icy blue eyes and smile.
"Why have you stayed hidden? Why are you virtually off the grid and no one in the company has really seen you?" I question, desperately wanting to know the answer. If he answered this could mean the end of my article. I could finish it sooner than expected and not have to string him along for any longer than necessary but, is it truly that bad that I want to keep doing whatever this is. 'This' as in having a relationship with him...if that's what you can call it.
"All in good time." He tells me, sounding as vague as ever. His emotion gives away nothing nor his facial expression. He smirks all the time, it never falters and always returns. It's infuriating that I can't read his emotions like I can with others. But, it's a good anger. Most people see me as a journalist and nothing else. Damon is different, he see's me as a person.
"So there will be more times?" I ask him, serious but, lighthearted at the same time. My heart beats fast and there are butterflies in my tummy as I wait for an answer. What if he says no? What if he can tell what my motives are? I have been asking a lot of questions...oh god what if he's suspicious. I could lose my job and ruin any chance of a career if he suspect me of betrayal. Which is what I'm doing...maybe I should stop then he'd never know.
"It depends" State's Damon, a glint in his eye and a small smile situated on his face.
"On what?" I question, interested in his answer.
"You." He answers, another vague answer, seems to be the norm with him.
"What specifically?" I ask him, looking directly into his eyes.
"Can I trust you?" Oh my god! Does he know? How? Holy fucking crap.
My heart flutters and I breathe a sharp intake of breath.
"Y-yes you can trust me. Why?" I stutter, holding my breath.
"No reason. Just covering all my bases." He responds, I let out the breath I was holding.
Damnit he scared the hell out me.
"Good and to answer your question, yes. You can trust me." I lie, sounding pretty convincing. I give him a flirtatious smile to get rid of any suspicions.
It must have worked because his smirk turns to a lustful smile, he lightly bites his lip and his eyes grow darker.
Damon calls the waiter from before over to our table. The waiter has light blonde hair, baby blue eyes and a muscular, tall build. He looks to be around twenty one years old. He's okay looking, not my type in the slightest.
"Yes?" He questions Damon with a small, fake looking smile on his face. His posture is stiff and he seems to be uncomfortable in the tuxedo he's wearing.
"Close up the club, Donovan, pronto." Damon tells the waiter.
Matt gives a small nod of his head and then proceeds to the stage. He quickly walks up the small set of stairs that are on the end of the stage and interrupts the jazz band that's playing. The woman who is singing moves aside and hands the waiter the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen we will be closing up the club early, I will ask everyone to leave now, including the staff." Demands the blue eyed waiter. He then swiftly walks off the stage, handing the microphone back to the singer.
It doesn't take long for everyone to clear out of the jazz club, when the waiter leaves he locks the door behind him.
Damon stands up from the table so I do the same. He steps closer to me leaning in to kiss me when I feel a huge pang of guilt. Damon doesn't deserve this, not in the slightest. He has done nothing wrong. He is just a guy who likes his privacy. I shouldn't be trading his life for mine. I am ruining him for my own benefit. That is one hundred percent wrong.
"I-I need to make a call." I tell him, stammering a little before swiftly finding the bathroom and locking the door behind me.
I look through my call list and find the unknown number from before. No matter how alone I feel fixing it is not worth ruining someone's life.
I dial the number, it rings twice before the woman picks it up.
"Why are you calling? Have you already discovered his secret so soon?" The woman asks me, sounding hopeful.
"No. I want out. I won't do this, he doesn't deserve it." I tell her, my tone stern and leaving no room for argument.
"He deserves more than you know you little whore!" The woman spits out bitterly, sounding hateful.
I hang up, not wanting to listen to another word of her hate. I feel better now. I can't believe I was about to do that...have I really fallen that far? Am I really a whore? I guess I am, I used to have one night stands every night and now I was about to sleep with my boss so I could write an article on him. I am a damaged, lonely whore.
Tears start to fall, I have never felt this alone in my entire life. I hate myself. I hate my life and I want out. I can't make a sound, a huge ache in my throat forms and my knees buckle. I fall to the floor and pull my knees to my chest.
I throw my phone across the bathroom, not meaning to hit the mirror. The mirror smashes and it makes a loud crashing sound. Great. I was about to ruin his life and now I smashed one of his mirrors. I am a terrible person.
I see a large window at the edge of the bathroom, it leads to outside. I shrug my shoulders and decide that it's better than using the door and having to lie about why I am crying.
I open the window, thankfully there is not screen on it making it easy to crawl out of. I put on leg through and then the other until I am fully out of the window and outside. The cool air hits me like a bucket of ice and I realize I have no car. I have two options. One is to call a taxi and have to wait for it to show up and the other is to take a bus. Taking a bus in New York at night is risky but, I can't let Damon find out I am gone before I am actually gone.
I look for the nearest bus stop and see that a bus is driving to it right now. I am two minutes away and the bus is maybe one. I swiftly slip off my black, glossy heels and run for it when I see a black hybrid driving slowly beside me. I see Damon in the driver seat looking a cross between confused, annoyed and amused. He rolls down the window and I see him raise an eyebrow at me.
I stop running and he stops driving.
"Get in." He demands, his tone leaves no room for argument. I obey him and slowly slip my heels back on before I slink over to the passenger side door. I open his car and plop down in the leather seats, shut the door and look out the window, refusing to even look at him.
"So do want to tell me why you just tried to run out on our date? I thought it went well." He asks me, sounding more annoyed than ever.
"That's the thing Damon, you're my boss. There shouldn't have been a date." I state, crossing the border of sounding defensive.
"So that's it than? I open up to you unlike anyone else and you just leave me?!" Damon asks me, raising his voice and sounding very, very angry.
It's better if he hates me. If I never see him again it will be better.
"Can you just take me home?" I quietly ask him, hoping he's stable enough to drive.
"Fuck." He yells, turning the key and starting the car.
The drive back to my apartment building is painfully long. I constantly notice Damon glaring at me throughout the ride.
He pulls up to the curb, I unbuckle my seatbelt, swiftly exit the car and maybe walk a foot before I can hear the car door on Damon's side slam shut. He's walking behind me now, not rushing just walking.
I enter the building, he waits beside me for an elevator still not saying a word. The elevator door opens and as soon as we both step into the empty elevator he pins me against the wall. His body is pressed flush against mine and pushes my arms up above my head and his knee between my legs.
He rips open my shirt and pulls down my skirt.
"Stop this isn't right. Someone could see." I try to tell him but, he continues and my mind goes blank as he presses his fingers tenderly against my sex through my dark blue, silk panties.
He doesn't take time with foreplay instead he immediately unzips his pants, pulls out his large, hard member and pulls down my panties.
He pulls up my legs and with one rough movement he shoves his cock inside of me, all of it at once. He crashes his lips onto mine and starts fucking me roughly and faster than when we had sex in the alleyway and whatever else we did that night.
I moan over and over into his mouth, not resisting in the slightest. I start matching his movements, rocking my hips against his hard cock.
He starts sucking roughly on my neck marking me as 'his'.
"This is what we could have together." He states, sounding gruff. He almost pulls completely out before he slams into me again causing me to scream out in pleasure.
He marks the other side of my neck. "You're mine. All mine." He tells me.
He starts moaning and I can feel his cock twitch inside of me, he close to cumming and a pressure starts to build up inside of me as he reaches his hand down to my clit and starts pinching it.
I whimper in satisfaction, he thrusts roughly over and over as I feel his come spurt inside of me, filling me up to the brink at the same time I feel an orgasm ravage my body, shaking my legs and causing me to scream a long scream of pleasure. I grip his shoulders and my nails mark him.
In a matter of minutes me and Damon are dressed and have managed to make ourselves look presentable again. Well I am sorta dressed, Damon ripped my shirt so he gave me his blazer, it only has two buttons and is big on me so it doesn't really cover much of my body but, it's better than nothing.
Damon follows me into my apartment, not even asking to come in.
"So you wanna tell me why you left?" He asks me. Great. I hoped he'd let that go.
What am I supposed to tell him?
