I was busy fighting with my nerves and thoughts the whole night. Not going to lie and say I was awake through it all but, I surely had one hell of a restless night.
And true to his words, first thing in the morning I heard him knock on my door. It was several minutes to five in the morning when I heard my phone ringing beside my pillow. He was at my house.
"Hey, sleepyhead" He greeted, good nurturedly making me scoff groggily. I was dead tired. I was no different from zombies during mornings.
I was the opposite of early birds for sure.
"Whatever bitch, I'm coming!" I yelled before hunging up on him.
I wanted to open the door for him that fast but, as I said before I was a mess and like hell I would let him see me like that. The past was justified by my blindness.
Washing my body thoroughly, applying some perfumed lotion and some powder here and there and the lip gloss did wonders in my transformation. I left my bathroom after I was satisfied with my reflection on the mirror.
"You could freeze somebody, love" He teased just after I opened the door for him before he gasped from what he saw on my face.
"What?" I asked with my tummy dancing with pins.
"Did you have to prettify yourself like that when I slept with your piggy self for days?" He teased and it didn't sit well with me.
Only I can bad talk myself. Nobody got the privilege. And that's something that didn't change even when I was with Trevor!.
"Uh oh..., I'm in trouble" He said putting his hands in a surrendering gesture.
"Deep one, I'll tell you that" I said angrily with a pout.
"Can I come in?" He pleaded innocently.
"Whatever, you're already here so, why not?" I stepped aside my pouting self to leave some space for him to enter my humble abode.
"What a place that you have here"
"Were you picturing something different? Do you want a mansion perhaps?" I sneered and he turned to look at me keenly before he walked to stand a foot away from me. Make focusing being a difficult job.
"Not really" He said at last softly. For some reason he was sad and brought up some unwanted guilt in me.
"Why are you really here for? Is my head already a wanted thing in your circle?' I asked walking to the kitchen for some snacks.
"What?" He asked confusedly.
"I'm not stupid, Damon. I read Mafia novels so I got some light on how you guys operate" I said casually before crunching on the snack.
"It's not like that love. And I'm no Mafia" He said amusedly
"Then why are you here after bidding me goodbye the day before yesterday?" I asked dumbfounded.
"I told you, I just missed my wife, is that something so hard to believe?" He said in a whisper, kissing my cheeks and neck while his hands were around me after taking me in his embrace from behind. It felt so good. I felt so loved like that.
With Damon wasn't about sex. I couldn't even sense if he wanted to have sex with me like with Trevor. Sometimes, we only need a warm beside us and not inside us all the damn time!
"Where's that bathroom of yours? I need some cleansing right now" I heard him ask before he grazed on my shoulder.
"My bedroom" I replied breathlessly, weak to my knees only depending on the kitchen counter for dear life.
"And I spy that's the one?" He asked pointing at the only door there was.
"Obviously" I scoffed before I plopped myself down on the sofa.
"How about some breakfast?" He asked with his back to me.
"I quitted cooking for any one" I replied truthfully and he halted for a second to turn and read me.
"Is that one of your traumas?" He asked with concern and I scoffed dismissively.
"Not really. I just don't want to slave for nobody ever again" I replied with a shrug.
"Understandable, So how about I call for some deliveries? You must be hungry" He said opening my bedroom door before he was beyond my eye sight.
"That would be lovely. Throw some scrambled eggs and chilli without forgetting some lemon on my order. I crave that dangerously" I informed only to hear a chuckle before I heard a: Yes, love, from him.
He went in the bathroom for only ten minutes when I heard a door bell ringing. I wasn't a big fan of visitors so I made sure nobody knows where I live for that matter. Plus, I always go out to get the take out.
The visitor must be Damon's.
Some people! Only minutes in and they are already stacking their claim.
So, there I was cursing the visitor from inside out before I went to open the door slightly at first. Good thing, the visitor was more of a me and pushed the door to open ajar, rudely.
That brought a reaction from me. I gasped in a oh so not believing what he just did gesture.
"And who might you be?" I asked the intruder with my eyes narrowed.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. He's new" I heard some hunk of a man apologize who was still behind the front door. Harry.
Me and Harry aren't really strangers and though I tried to be friends with the guy more than once, he still kept a distance between us and I gave up to know the reason a long time ago.
"Morning Harry, the wall" I greeted him sarcastically, that got me a ghost of a smile from him. He was used to me.
"Well, come on in Mr...?" I said sarcastically to the boy who was already inside my house, treating it like his. Double rude.
"Where's the boss?" The boy asked arrogantly.
"Regan!" Warned Harry in a threatening voice but, the boy was far from saving.
"The Boss's clothes" explained Harry on the reason Regan was in my house for before I closed the door and turned to the full of airs boy in my living room.
Was that the legendary walk like you don't care who the queen is?. He's so confident.
"Why do I sense a fight from you?" I asked taking the boy in. A killer body, sexy vibes, angel face... He was more of a number four from the first me in perfection, if you ask me. Excuse my shamelessness.
"Maybe because I want to fight you?" Said Regan with a shrug and I had to give it to him. He got what it takes to tempt me.
"Too bad I ain't into bullying kids, I'd be busy watching my movie. Your boss is in that door" I pointed to my bedroom door before I threw myself on the sofa.
I didn't want to know what was going on anymore, So I connected my TV with my earphones, plopping my feet on the table before me, relaxing my back and get down to business only to be disturbed by somebody later on. Damon!. Who took out my ear pods.
"Do you wish to die?!" I yelled only to be sealed my lips with his, sucking all the fight that was in me, leaving me a moaning mess.
"Food is ready and no more TV for you" He said huskily before he switched off the TV.
"I want to eat here!" I pouted and he just shook his head before he left me and returned with hands full of yummies. I was in love. With the food, obviously.
"Boss...!" Called the boy whom I even forgot was still inside my apartment. Regan.
I didn't know what went down between them but, I knew that Damon was only tolerating him, if his teeth clenching was any indication and a glare the boy's way any signature.
"Harry, come to escort Regan home please" I heard Damon command through his phone before Harry got in and stood beside the sulking baby.
"Boss? You're not really sending me away, right?" Asked the boy with tears threatening to fall. One couldn't help pity the guy and I wasn't an exception but Damon was never a human to begin with.
"You're disturbing us, Regan" Said Damon before gesturing for Harry to take him out.
"No! You said you loved me!" He blurted with tears streaming, punching me in the gut stealing my breath away. What was happening?.
"Harry now!" Yelled Damon before he took me in his embrace tightly while telling me all the sweet nothings here and there.
Who the fuck does he think I am? I'm human too. Who can breathe when his nose and mouth are blocked? So, I had to push him away in order to breathe properly guess that also showed him that I was having an episode when I was fucking perfect. I was just having a rollercoaster of emotions.