Chap 16
Damian POV
It's not like father to summon me after he explicitly told me to stay away from the estate. If not for Demetrius coming to pick me up from the Academy, I probably would've made an excuse not to come. Which he likely knew and had to send my brother to assure my attendance.
We sit in the limo and he's texting on his phone barely acknowledging my existence, there was a fleeting moment in our lives where we were close, actual brothers. But the more time he spent with father the more he turned into him, which I slowly started to resent him for, so I equally keep my distance. But unfortunately we don't get to choose our families, and I'm thrust into this family dynamic that I know I can't escape from.
Demetrius knocked on the window partition that separated us and the driver, "We need to make a pit stop, I'll send the address." The partition closed and Demetrius went back to his phone.
"Hey I don't have all night, so do your errands on your own time." Demetrius cut his gaze to me just like father would, but then softened "Actually brother I just need to swing by my girlfriend's place so I can have a quick word with her. You know how women are, right?"
My mind goes to Anya even though she's not my girlfriend… I just nod, crossing my arms defensively. If Demetrius ever had women it's something I was never aware of. I mean I'm certainly not home to verify, but I'm sure father keeps him busy he would never be able to fit a girlfriend in his schedule. She must be a very special woman, especially if he doesn't mind me seeing her.
We drive for a while in silence until we pull up to a suburban area outside a cream colored house with brown accents. He takes out something from his pocket and rolls it on his neck and behind his ears rubbing it in almost like cologne.
Curious if father is aware of this woman he's been seeing, as father had always stressed that he expected us to be with women of status. But more so with Demetrius since he was older and the next in line. She must be special, if he's willing to bring me along. Once we're parked in front of the home I see a woman is waiting outside, wearing a nightgown that she clearly chose to entice him into her bed and silk robe that just barely covers what needs to be covered.
She approached the limo but before she could reach the door Demetrius was already opening it, sliding out to stand; but before closing the door she spotted me in my seat and eyed him questioningly.
Demetrius casually just says over his shoulder "That's my little brother, don't worry about him." and closed the door behind him. She nodded not even questioning it and looked at him adoringly as she pulled him closer to her in an embrace, and he kissed the top of her head.
"Demetrius…" she said breathlessly as she inhaled his scent looking up at him and captured his lips in a hungry kiss. Taking a closer look at her through the tints of the limo, she looked like she had brown hair with freckles that adorned her skin. She doesn't seem like the type I would've pegged for my brother, she just seems too ordinary.
She continues to kiss him and he obliges although she seems to be the more eager of the two, he lets her press him against the limo groping his dick over his pants, as she practically has her way with him in front of me.
He pulls her back after a few minutes he puts his forehead on her as she breathes deeply looking into his eyes. "I can't stay, I have to see my father…" he let the sentence linger between them "I know." she said sadly.
He rubs his hand over her cheek in her eyes searching, "There's so many things I want to tell you Demetrius, I just can't." she says to him lowering her face, as if she's torn. He lowered his hand to her chin, forcing her to look up at him face to face.
"One day, I hope you'll trust me, Katrina." he says, rubbing his cheek against hers and she closed her eyes with the contact. Then he turned and kissed her with more passion than the first. She moaned into his mouth as I saw them exchange saliva like animals.
She practically begged him to go inside the house to have sex, going as far as exposing herself to him to have him fondle her breasts begging for his meer touch. As she moaned loudly enough I'm sure her neighbors could hear, once he complied with her demands taking a handful. I had to turn away as she further exposed herself to him.
I could hear her moans even if their kisses muffled them knowing his hand disappeared under her nightgown as her voice went up an octave. She was practically crawling up the limo as I could feel it shaking as she grinded into him panting, saying over and over how much she needed him. I glance over and she's breathing heavily in his neck, moaning, as she orgasms so loudly I have to cover my ears.
The murmur of their conversation is lost to me once I uncover my ears as I try to burn the thought of my brother fingering this woman I barely met, practically in front of me. I turn and see she was about to drop to her knees in front of him when he caught her wrist "Katrina, I need to leave." she whines and stands wrapping her arms around him pulling him closer.
"Come over later?" she says kissing his neck, but he doesn't make a motion other than pulling her away again.
"Go inside Kat and think about what I told you earlier." She grabs the edges of her robe and covers herself "You know I can't…my father would-" Demetrius opens the door, cutting her off "Like i said, just think about it." and he closes the door as she turns and heads inside.
After he knocks for the driver to take off he takes a wet napkin from the bar inside the limo and wipes the cologne he had put on, off. I don't question him but I definitely realize something about this just didn't feel right.
The rest of the ride was quiet as neither of us spoke about the woman he just had all over him like that shit was normal for us. None of the shit my family does ever seems normal.
Why can't my dad be like Anya's, make dinner, love his kids and just be there for them. Thinking back to the dinner I had at her apartment, it was the most normal I felt in weeks, well ever really. Especially the alone time we had after dinner, I wasn't sure how far it would go.
But I was glad it didn't go further than it did, not because I don't want it. Because trust me, I do. I just don't want to mess this up with her, and I already took it to another level when I promised myself to be slow with her. It's just with her everything just feels so freeing, I just can't help it with her. Especially when we've been there for each other since the year started.
That's something I've never had in my entire life with my father. He was never there for me, and since he got his claws into Demetrius early he took my brother from me too. So I've always been alone, isolated.
We pull up to the estate and I'm filled with anxiety, at what this could be about. It can't be about Anya again, we haven't done anything… I mean we did. But he couldn't possibly know about that. It can't be my academics since all my professors say I am a stellar student.
My mind was still racing as we approached fathers office and Demetrius knocked and father called him to enter. I walked in behind him, closing the door, and Demetrius motioned me to go toward father.
He was standing beside his desk with a glass of vodka in his hand swirling it in thought. "Damian, did you know your brother here was brought into the family business his Junior Year at the academy." he turns leaning against his desk facing me, his face blank.
I nod unsure of where this line of questioning was heading. He motions me forward to have a seat in front of him. Which I oblige, trying to stay in his good graces for the moment.
"You see son, your brother has made many strides and sacrifices for this family and the work that it does which helps our communities and soon on a larger scale." He places his glass on the desk as he walks over to the bar and grabs two more glasses pouring vodka into both.
"I want you to know that I see you've accomplished a great deal in the Academy in the time you've spent there." He says, passing the glasses to each of us. I take the glass and hold it in my hands "Thank you father." sickeningly my heart swelled at his words. It's all I've ever wanted, was his recognition of my efforts.
"As our plans are closer to fruition I deem it only right that I share my success with both of my sons." He raises his glass almost as if in triumph, I grip the cold glass in my hand feeling torn by his words, "What do you mean, father?"
As if exasperated by my lack of understanding he motions for my glass to be raised "What I'm saying my boy, is that we think you're ready to be brought into the fold of the company."
I don't want this, but I can hear in my father's voice something I've never heard before. Pride and joy toward me… something I've always wanted and always felt I would never have.
"You'll be working closely with your brother to learn the ropes." I didn't have the heart to tell him that I can't… but I also don't want to ruin this moment.
Demetrius raised his glass to fathers, with a small smile and looked at their raised glasses to me.
"To victory." he said firmly and my fathers smile widened. I raise mine to meet theirs and repeat Demetrius, wanting my father to smile at me like that. Even when he gives me little praise I always want more from him, these moments are so rare that I almost want to milk them.
We all finish our glasses. I'm the only one that winces, not used to drinking often. While my brother and father laugh about saying they'll put some hair on my chest yet.
Static cuts out our banter, and a murmur within the desk as a voice rings out. Boss we got some trouble near the entrance.
Father rounds the corner of his desk quickly and opens a drawer and grabs a walkie from it, asking venomously. "What kind of trouble!"
"We were attacked, a few of my guys were taken down, we doubled security at the main entrance. We've searched the area but it looks like whoever it was, is gone. We await further orders." I tried to keep my face even, as I realize that the conversations that I was never able to be in the room for I'm now able to be a part of. Although I know better than to ask any important questions when it seems there's a situation near an entrance of some kind.
Father growls angrily, "I'll be right there." putting the walkie back into his desk and throwing on his jacket. He puts a hand on my shoulder before walking out, "I know you won't let me down son." I nod in agreement, before he strode out the door with Demetrius in tow.
I was left in his office lost in thought as I stared at the bottom of my victory glass, that I felt just as empty about. This is all I ever wanted and yet I just never felt satisfied. I always wanted to do more and be the best for the recognition and when I get it, it just feels empty now. Like I have this hole in my chest that I'm constantly looking for things to fill it with, and nothing has been able to do so. Not my father, or my brother's recognition. But this is the part I have to play, this is the life I was given and I have no choice but to obey.
Thinking of how father whipped me when I was disobedient before, makes me shiver at the thought of what he would do if I were to decline the offer to be brought into the fold. He would likely disown me immediately and strip me of everything he ever gave me.
But I'm nothing without my status, being a Desmond is all I've ever known. It's how I always lived my life, I could never willingly give that up.
I walk over to the bar pouring myself a hefty serving of vodka and take it down as I feel the burn warm my insides and dull my feelings till I am numb and lost in the darkness of my thoughts.
Part of me wants to take Anya up on her offer and call her since I'm feeling like this, but I can't because I can't tell her what's wrong and she'll just worry. Especially after the few drinks I had, I doubt calling her in this state would do me any favors.
I decided to walk to my room and pass out from my swirling thoughts, or is it the swirling room as I realized I drank more than I usually do. Part of me is hoping I'll wake up in my dorm and this is all a drunken dream.
If only…