The birds chirped happily outside, making her heart feel lighter and relaxed. The events of last night made her force out a smile to comfort her heart. Damon was right, she didn't deserve to be happy, the thought alone making her heart twist in pain. But she was used to pain, it was her usual drug.
Suddenly, the door ushering in Damon who walked in with a tray of what seemed like breakfast in his hands, a smile plastered on his face.
"Good morning, this is to apologize to you about last night, love, I was way out of line," he said sitting beside her after carefully setting down the tray.
Heather looked at him in surprise, her voice betraying her as it appeared to have disappeared.
"Out of words sweetheart, let me show you how I'll get you talking love," Damon said leaning towards her as he carefully placed a kiss on her lips, making her freeze.
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His strong arms held her tiny waist firmly pulling her to him as he deepened the kiss. His bare chest, not doing her any justice at the full display of well-defined abs that made her want to run her hands through his chest forever.
"Love, are you scared of me? Touch me," Damon whispered to her ears. Heather shook her, he's confused at his sudden change of attitude towards her. Damon took her hand, carefully placing it on his chest, his lips never leaving hers.
Heather's mind seemed to have taken a holiday from her, as all she could think of doing was following his lead as she ran her hands through his chest, making him grunt deeply at her movement.
Heather could have sworn she felt her core get wet at the sound of his deep alluring voice. As his mouth seemed to have moved to her neck, she surrendered to him, feeling her body almost explode from what he was doing to her.
Her body seemed to have a brain of its own as her hands tugged on his neck, moaning out his name softly.
His hands moved to breasts making her raise her body involuntary feeling like she was on cloud nine, is this what it felt like being touched by a man? She moaned out in pleasure, her whole being desperate for more.
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"Can you fucking get up, sleepy head, we have places to be!" Damon's deep voice pulled her out of her sleep.
Damon scoffed at her startled reaction, but someone down there could say the same, as he appeared to be struggling to be let out of his cage.
Damon put his hands in his pocket, trying to hide his obvious arousal that could be seen from a distance. Hearing her moan out his name in her sleep made him want to take her there and then, to fulfill her fantasy.
Heather searched the room, her heart beating so fast that she could have sworn it would break out of its cage.
As her search settled on the source of the voice, embarrassment washed over her face. So she was dreaming of him pleasuring her? Her brain seemed to have snapped back to reality praying that he hadn't been there long enough to hear or see her.
"Morning Sir," she stuttered trying to find her voice, her body still feeling floaty from the weird dream she had.
"Get yourself together, Natalia, we're going out in a while. There's someone who wants to meet you," Damon said, ignoring her shame stricken face.
It appeared she hadn't yet woken up properly as her see through lingerie was still exposed to him. His eyes lurked over her body, making her aware of the situation as she struggled to cover herself with the sheets.
He smirked, getting out of the room before he could lose the last ounce of control he had left.
Heather facepalmed herself as she stood in the mirror at what had happened. How could she be so shameless? Dreaming of a man in her bed? She shook her head as she pulled herself together.
As she boarded the car, she hesitated as she saw Damon already seated in the back seat.
"We don't have all day, Natalia, get in," he said, a hint of anger in his voice.
Damon looked at her long exposed legs that were displayed as age sat beside him. How he wished he could grip onto them and fuck her senseless. He shook his yet again dirty mind, pulling out his phone as he tried to distract himself. Maybe he just needed to get laid and forget about his temptress of a wife.
Heather could feel his eyes burning on her exposed thighs, making her curse inwardly at her choice of dressing. She silently prayed that their destination would be soon.
"Where are we going?" She asked as she fidgeted in her seat, unable to bear the silence between them, it was like they were strangers.
Damon cursed inwardly at hearing her voice, which seemed to be doing things to his head as he recalled her soft moans.
"None of your business, just wait and see!" He replied, pouring out all his emotions in the statement, making her flinch at his anger.
Heather bit her lip nervously, unaware of the prying eyes that never left her little actions.
"And stop biting your lip like that," Damon said, his voice coming out low, as if there was a hidden emotion behind his words.
Heather felt her heart race at his comment, she felt anger rise in her. If she was his wife, then that meant she deserved some respect from him. She couldn't let him treat her like trash.
"What's your problem?" She asked, feeling all her energy almost drain from her sudden bravery. She had never really stood up for herself in all her 23 yrs.
Damon turned his head quickly towards her at the tone of her voice.
"The second day as my wife, and your true colors are already showing," he commented, receiving a scoff from her. Who could have thought she had a feisty side? The thought of it made him chuckle as he felt impressed at her behavior.
"Does it matter what day it is? You can't be treating me like trash, I'm human too and that too your wife!" Heather let out the last word in anger before she could control her untamed mouth.
Damon cocked his brow at her comment. She was truly a true daughter of her father. She didn't hesitate to remind him of her title and relevance in his life. Occasionally, he even wondered what his grandfather was thinking when he made a deal with the Williams. All they wanted was money and power.
"Ooh my wife you say? Why don't you prove it and treat me as your husband for a second?" Damon teased her, drawing his face closer to her as he noticed the fire in her eyes vanish slowly.
Heather inwardly cursed at her stupid mouth as she bit her lower lip nervously, feeling her anger dissipate into thin air.
Damon held her chin, his hand moving on its own free will gripping her thigh making her jump slightly in surprise.
The softness of her skin in his hand made him feel his body get excited.
Their eyes locked, no one uttering another word as they appeared to be communicating with their eyes. The tension between them, sliceable with a knife. Heather felt her brain reboot suddenly as she felt his lips brush over hers.
"Boss, we're here," the driver's voice startled her, making her move away from him looking to the other side of the window.
Damon couldn't understand what was so special about this woman who drove him crazy. Whenever he was around her, he couldn't control himself.
"Just to be clear that didn't mean anything, you're just easy going," Damon said as he noticed her form still for a second at his insult, as he exited the car leaving her behind to lick her wounds.