"boyfriend"? The word echoed in Damien's mind, bouncing off every corner of his brain as if trying to find a way to make sense of it.
Elena chuckled at his reaction, tilting her head with amusement. "What? Or am I the only one thinking this?" she asked, her voice light and teasing.
"N-No!" Damien stammered, his nerves betraying him as he waved his hand in an attempt to regain his composure.
"I'm Damien Lawson, your daughter's… boyfriend." He tried to sound confident, but the words felt foreign in his mouth.
Alice, who was sitting quietly until then, burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking as she wiped away tears of amusement.
"Oh, he's adorable!" she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling.
"Isn't he just?" Elena added, her eyes still locked on Damien with that teasing glint.
The two women started gossiping as if Damien wasn't even in the room, he stood awkwardly in the corner, unsure of whether to laugh along or hide in embarrassment.
But despite the teasing, he felt something strange—something warm. For the first time in a long time, Damien felt like he belonged somewhere, and that place was right here with Elena.
The rest of the evening went by with the three of them talking and laughing, sharing stories and making light conversation.
Alice, despite her frail appearance, was sharp-witted, adding to the lively atmosphere.
Damien found himself relaxing in their presence, especially in Elena's company.
She had this way of making him feel comfortable, even when he was out of his depth.
As the night deepened, Alice turned her attention to Damien, "Son," she began, her voice soft but firm, "would you be a darling and get me something to drink?"
Damien nodded immediately. "Of course" he said, standing up quickly. "I'll be right back."
The moment the door closed behind him, the atmosphere in the room shifted like a drop in temperature.
The laughter and lightness from moments ago vanished, replaced by cold, calculating expressions on both mother and daughter.
Alice sighed, her smile fading. "Do we really have to go this far, pretending that I'm unwell?"
Elena leaned forward, her eyes hardening with determination. "Yes, Mom, it's the only way to get closer to Damien. We need him to trust us, to be vulnerable."
Alice shook her head, worry creasing her brow. "Just be careful, Elena. I don't want this to backfire."
"I know what I'm doing," Elena said, her voice low and confident. "Trust me."
Not long after, Damien returned, oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place, a plastic bag in hand, holding the drinks he had bought.
He walked in to find Alice seemingly fast asleep, her breathing deep and steady.
Elena glanced at him and pressed her finger to her lips, signaling for him to be quiet.
"She's asleep already?" Damien whispered, looking at the bag in his hand. "What about these?"
Elena smiled, a little too sweetly. "I guess we'll just have to drink them ourselves."
She stood up, her hand brushing against his arm as she took the bag from him.
The night grew darker, and before Damien knew it, it was well past midnight.
Damien drove Elena home, the silence between them heavy but not uncomfortable.
When they reached her condo, she turned to him with a soft smile.
"You could stay," she said, her voice her voice sweet and inviting. "It's late, and I wouldn't mind the company."
Damien hesitated, glancing at his watch.
He was exhausted, but the thought of spending the night with Elena was tempting.
After a brief pause, he nodded. "Alright. Just for tonight."
Inside, the air felt different—intimate, charged with a tension neither of them had addressed.
Elena Showed Damien to bathroom.
The sound of water splashing against the tiles echoed in the small space, filling Damien's mind with a sense of calm.
As he stood under the warm stream, lost in thought, there was a soft knock on the door.
He opened it slightly to see Elena standing there, holding a neatly folded pair of pajamas in her hands.
"I thought you might need these," she said, her voice gentle. "It's just something I had lying around. In case of emergencies."
Damien glanced at the pajamas and smiled. They were bright pink—a color he never would have chosen for himself, but he wasn't about to complain. "Thanks," he muttered, taking them from her.
When he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in the slightly too-small pink pajamas, his hair still damp.
Elena was standing in front of her mirror, adjusting her slinky nightgown. She looked up at his reflection in the glass, her eyes meeting his with a playful glint.
He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. "Mmmmh…."
For a moment, they stood there, watching their reflection together, a strange sense of connection building between them.
Damien gently turned her around to face him, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss.
Elena pulled back slightly, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "What are you doing, Mr. Lawson?" she teased, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
"Your bed is out there, you know. The big sofa in the living room."
Damien chuckled softly, his voice husky with desire.
Without a word, he swept her off her feet and carried her over to the bed, gently laying her down before joining her.
He hovered above her, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and hunger as he looked down at her, taking in the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.
"I think I'd rather be right here,"
For a moment, they just watched each other, the tension building between them.
Then, slowly, Damien leaned down, kissing her again, deeper this time, his hands sliding under the thin fabric of her nightgown
The intensity between them grew, the air in the room becoming heavy with desire.
Damien pulled back just long enough to rip off his pajama shirt, revealing the hard lines of his muscular chest.
Elena's breath caught in her throat as he lowered himself again, his lips meeting hers with an urgency that hadn't been there before.
The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding.
Damien's hands found the edges of Elena's nightgown, and with a quick tug, he ripped it from her body, leaving her exposed save for her underwear.
He paused, his eyes searching hers for permission. "Can I?" he asked, his fingers hooked under the waistband of her panties.
Elena's lips curved into a smile, her heart racing and her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
She nodded, giving him the go-ahead.
With a soft touch,
Damien slid the last the last piece of fabric that separated them.
He stood up briefly, pulling off his pajama pants and underwear, now, leaving them both completely bare.
"Can I?" Damien asked again, his eyes darting between Elena's eyes and the blooming flower between her legs.
Elena turned to her side turning off the lights, and then, she gently held Damien's big and hard wood, slowly guiding it in her.
"Aaahh!" Loud moan escaped Damien's mouth as he felt the warmth of her insides against his 'little monster'