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"Are you fucking serious right now?!" I angrily shouted at him, but Damien was already laughing because of my blushing face.

I took his pants from the floor and threw it at him.

Damien finally lets go of his dick and stands up from his seat. He wears his pants back and looks back at me, "Sorry, I didn't know there was a secret door there. If I did, I could have done THIS in the bathroom," he told me while cleaning his hands with a hand sanitizer.

My face was still red as I tried not to concentrate on the bulge on Damien's pants.

"You're doing this on purpose aren't you?" I asked him.

Damien sits back down on the bed and answers, "On purpose? Babe, if I called you while jerking off then that's on purpose. Like I said, I didn't even know there was a secret door there."

I looked at him seriously, but Damien was smirking the whole time so it's hard to believe him.

"Fine, but hear this," I say, trying my best to just forget about this whole situation by talking about something else.

I went back to my father's room and took the diary before heading back to where Damien was.

I opened to the page about the eye cameras and gave it to Damien, "Look at that. Apparently uncle Hael got the idea about the whole 'eye camera' thing from my father."

"What did your father do?" Damien asked, still reading the diary entry.

"My father? For what I know he was a real estate agent while my mom was a nurse. Which kinda explains why my parents were strict with me," I answered.

"Is that so?"

I smiled and stated, "Isn't it cool how uncle was able to make something so important in the association just because of my father's diary entry?"

Damien nods his head and puts the diary on the bed, "I don't know. But what's your point?" he coldly asked me.

I looked at him confusingly and answered, "Well isn't it fascinating?"

Damien sighs and scratched the back of his head as he said back, "Fascinating? Nothing about the Association is fascinating."

I was taken aback by what Damien just said.

I gulped and remembered what he went through because of that Association. He had gone through shit and here I was being excited about these small things. I'm being insensitive again.

"Hey, don't look like that," Damien suddenly says, quickly making me look back at him.

"I-I'm sorry," I tell him, making Damien sigh and stand up from the bed. He walks towards me and pressed his forehead on mine, "Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."

"But-"

Damien quickly cuts me off, "I'm just a little cranky because you didn't let me finish jerking off," he suddenly joked, making me laugh and hit his shoulder.

He laughs too and kisses my forehead. But even if he jokes it off, I know that the moment I mentioned the Association, Damien had a painful flashback again.

"I told you not to look like that," he quickly says, noticing my sudden expression change.

Damien sighs again and pulled me towards the bed. He sits down, forcefully making me sit down beside him, "Let me tell you something Dane."

I don't say anything and wait for Damien to continue.

"The eye camera, it is very important to the Association, but it was hell for the Companions. When you're a new recruit, you get trained for a year. How to act like a dog, how to act like a slave to your master, how to do proper sex, how to say the right things, everything," he suddenly explains, shocking me.

Damien was still holding my hand, so I could feel him squeezing it as he continued, "After the training, they send you to a lab. They put fangs on you, put the chips on your head, and install the eye cameras. They treated us like robots; they put thing on us and upgraded us like robots. Unfortunately like every machine, they malfunction. I've seen some of my colleague's die, some even go blind."

I literally gasped when I heard him say that.

This was the first time that I was hearing about this so I'm really surprised about all of it. I knew about the eye cameras, but it never occurred to me how the Companions had it in the first place.

"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't know my uncle would-"

"Hael didn't approve any of it; especially the eye cameras. But the Big Dogs wanted to make sure their 'robots' did their job. They made sure no one would run to the police and rat them out about the Associations illegal activity. Hael had no choice because the Big Dogs funded his Association. Hael wasn't a bad man...but he wasn't a good man either," Damien say, making me take a deep breath.

"I know that," I honestly say.

"My uncle could have just stopped everything the moment he knew he wasn't in full control of his own Association. He was too afraid to let go of his ambition, which is why he died. I'm not going to praise my uncle for what he did, but he raised me right and protected me till the end. He wasn't a good man, but he was a good uncle to me," I tell Damien.

Damien nods his head then looks at me.

"Isn't it strange to talk about your uncle in his own room?" he suddenly asks, making me chuckle.

He then reaches out for me to brush my hair back with his fingers, "I'm glad we could talk about this, but can we make another promise?"

I don't say anything but nod my head as an answer.

"This is the last time we talk about the association. We leave everything behind here, is that okay with you?" Damien asks.

I nod my head and Damien kisses my forehead again. I then showed him my pinky, making him chuckle.

He shuffles my hair like a kid and asked, "Are you acting cute on purpose so I could lose the bet?"

I laugh, but Damien puts out his pinky too and we did a pinky promise like we weren't grown ass men.

He kisses my hand so I kissed his back, then both of us started smiling.

"How did this even get so serious? I was literally just jerking off a few seconds ago," he says, making me laugh again.

"Well...I guess I gotta put this back," I say as I take the diary. I was about to stand up but Damien suddenly pulls me towards him and made me sit on his lap again like what he did earlier.

"How about we continue what we were doing earlier?" he asks me.

His lips was inches away from me so I quickly put the diary in between us, making him kiss the diary instead, "You're going to lose our bet daddy," I tell him. Then I stood up and winked.

Without looking at his reaction, I immediately went back to my father's room and closed the secret door.

My heart was beating like crazy, then I looked down on my crotch area and frowned.

"You gotta be fucking-"

*****

"Day! Day dinner is ready!" Wilma shouted from outside the room.

I remove my headset and put down the diary that I have been reading for hours now.

"Good evening Wilma," I greeted the moment I opened the door.

Wilma smiled and patted my shoulder, "Good evening to you too. Now go knock on Hunter's room and tell him dinner's ready. Your grandmother and I will be waiting for you two downstairs."

"Okay," I say as Wilma slowly but surely went downstairs.

I looked at uncle Hael's room and sighed.

"Hopefully he's done jerking off," I told myself as I walked towards his room.

I knocked on the door and it didn't even take Damien a second to open it.

"Dinner's ready?" he asked, his hair all messy.

Instead of answering him, I asked, " What the hell did you do?"

"I was exercising," Damien answered, making me check his body and making me realize that he was actually sweaty and was even holding a dry towel.

"Why is that that hard to believe?" I asked him with my right eyebrow raised.

Damien chuckles and shuffles my hair, "What were you thinking? Pervert."

"P-Pervert?! Excuse me sir but I'm not the one who was jerking off a few hour ago," I say, but Damien ignored me.

He wipes his sweat with his towel and innocently smiles.

I rolled my eyes and went down the stairs, Damien following behind me.

"Seriously, I was exercising," he tells me again.

"I believe you," I say with no ounce of emotion.

"Oh come on, do you really think I'm horny all the time?" he asks, and as we were going down the stairs, he suddenly leans towards my ear and whispered, "I'm not the one who was hard earlier."

I almost stumbled down the stairs because of what Damien just told me. Thankfully he was quick to grab my arm before I could fall.

"S-Shit," I cursed, my heart beating fast because I thought I was seriously going to fall.

"Are you okay?" Damien quickly asked as he lets go of my arm.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you," I answered, but Damien looked so concerned that he started inspecting my body.

He was touching all over that I quickly had to push him away, "I told you I'm fine," I say, quickly turning around so he wouldn't see my blushing face.

Fuck, why am I sensitive all of a sudden?

"Day! Did something happen? We heard something from the stairs," Wilma quickly asked when I arrived at the dining room.

Damien appears behind me and presses his hard chest on my back, making me flinch, "He almost fell from the stairs, thankfully I was behind him so I was able to grab him before he could fall," Damien suddenly explains, quickly making my grandmother say, "Oh my, you're as clumsy as your father."

I don't say anything anymore and just pouted in defeat.

"I'll be careful next time," I say instead as I quickly moved away from Damien.

"Well come on now you two. Let's eat our dinner," Wilma says as she takes a seat beside my grandmother.

"Looks like I'm sitting beside Damien," I tell myself as I sat down in front of my grandmother.

"Why do I feel nervous all of a sudden," I asked myself as Damien sits beside me now, his shoulders immediately touching mine.

You're fucking horny right now – Inner Conscience.

No I'm not!

"Should we pray?" grandma suddenly asks, making me feel guilty as fuck.

"U-Uhm...yes of course," I say, then grandma reaches out for me, and eventually the four of us were now holding each other's hand.

My grandmother's hand was shaky, but she starts with blessing the food anyways, "We are thankful for the food that we have in the table. But we are more thankful for giving my grandson the path that led him back to his home. May we continue to enjoy our meals as a family, amen."

"Amen," we repeated before letting go of each other.

"Well, dig in," Wilma happily says as we all started eating our dinner.

While eating, we talked about me mostly. What I did, where I graduated, how long have I been working in EXRay media and if I ever had someone before I met Hunter AKA Damien, which was why we ended up talking about Todd.

And thankfully, Damien wasn't as mad about it as before.

Well...barely.

"How long were you together?" my grandmother asked without even being sensitive about how Damien would feel about it.

I glance at Damien and quickly drank my water before answering, "I don't remember actually. Five...seven? I don't know," I lied even though I obviously knew that we were exactly together for-

"Six years," Damien suddenly says.

Everyone looked at Damien as he coldly repeated, "they were together for six years."

I took a deep breath and chugged my water down. Then I looked back at Wilma and asked, "Do you perhaps have alcohol here?"

"No honey, I'm sorry," Wilma answered.

"I see," I said back as I refilled my glass with water.

"What's the matter?" grandma suddenly asked.

She wasn't really directly looking at my eyes but I knew that she was asking me the question.

When I didn't answer her, she continued, "You're a couple right? Then you should be open about talking about your past relationships, whether it was good or bad. They were once a significant part of your life, isn't it beautiful that you are able to share that with the person that isn't just a significant part of your life, but is actually now YOUR life."

I looked at Damien who was looking down on his plate.

"I'm sorry for being childish," he says.

"It just makes me jealous how that man was able to make Dane happy when I was gone. And I'm even more jealous because he's still able to make him happy until now even when I'm already here," Damien suddenly reveals, shocking me because I'm only hearing this for the first time.

"Instead of being jealous, shouldn't you be thankful instead?" my grandma asked.

"He was making Dane happy on the days that you couldn't do so. Your purpose of being together is for you to make each other happy right? Then why are you mad that Day was happy?"

Damien finally lifts his head and quickly says, "Its not that I'm mad because Dane was happy, I was mad because-"

Grandma immediately cuts Damien off and says back, "It doesn't matter how Day was able to acquire that happiness, what matters is that he was happy, period."

The whole table became quiet.

Wilma and I looked at each other with our eyes wide from shock.

Was grandma actually educating Damien right now?

"Which is why there are some people who let go of their love once because they know they're happy with someone else. And don't go asking me, 'what if he's happy with doing bad things'; well my answer is this...that is not happiness but satisfaction. If what satisfies him is destroying both of you then he's not the one, because he doesn't care if you're happy, he only cares if he's satisfied," grandma explains.

"That applies to you too Dane," grandma suddenly adds, making me flinch,

"Jealousy is one of the main reasons why couples fight, and fighting is one of the main reasons why couples end up breaking up. If you cannot accept each other's past, then you do not accept each other now, and you will not accept each other in the future," my grandma seriously tells us.

"You want to get married right?" she asks us, but neither one of us answered her, so she says it again, but with a louder voice this time, "Do you want to get marred or not?!"

"Yes!" we finally shouted back, making me blush for some reason.

My grandmother smiles and takes a deep breath, then, she asks again, "So let me ask again. How long were you with this...Todd man?"

Damien and I looked at each other and gave each other warm smiles. He nods his head, so I looked back at my grandmother and answered, but with confidence this time, "We were actually together for six years."

"Six years? Oh my, that was long," Wilma suddenly comments.

"Well it was long, but the feelings faded way before that, " I answered, making my grandmother nod her head in understanding.

"How about you Hunter? Did you have someone before?" grandma asked.

"Ah, no. I was actually busy with work. And if you were in my field of 'work' you'd know that the last thing that you'd want to do is endanger someone by being together with you," Damien answered. Then the conversation continued after that.

We talked a little more about Todd, then about Damien's super attractive secretary/personal assistant.

Grandma gave me a major talk with that too, that I shouldn't be jealous because it's already obvious how Damien loves me. She said that even a woman who was practically blind like her could see that.

It felt like it was my first time to actually hear advices from a family member.

I've heard advices from Jane, but somehow, my grandmother's advises felt a lot more genuine. And maybe because she was older which was why she sounded a lot wiser than anyone that I've met.

"You know your grandfather always LOVED talking about his ex-girl friends. I loved hearing about it because he always tells me that he only felt real happiness when he was with me," my grandma says.

While she continued talking, I suddenly felt Damien hit my legs with his.

I was supposed to ignore it because it might have just been an accident, but Damien hits my legs again, making me glare at him this time. I was going to scold him but suddenly he slides his hands near my crotch area and squeezes it, making me flinch.

"Nicholas!" I unknowingly shouted, making Wilma and my grandmother look at me with shock and confusion.

I awkwardly look at the two women in front of us and quickly defended, "S-sorry, I overreacted. Damien just stepped on my foot."

"Oh is that so? Or are you just making it an excuse because you're getting bored of my stories?" grandma suddenly asks.

"N-No! Of course not grandma," I quickly tell her. Then she starts laughing and says, "I'm just kidding son. But I think I should go to bed now, don't you think Wilma?"

Wilma doesn't answer but she already stood up from her seat and unlocked the wheels on grandma's wheelchair.

"Damien and I will clean up, you should rest too Wilma" I quickly say.

"Oh thank you dear," Wilma says as she pushes grandma's wheelchair.

"Good night you two," Damien adds until Wilma and grandma could finally leave the dining room.

When they were gone, I quickly pushed Damien's hand away and angrily said, "You're cheating!"

Damien laughs and stands up, "I'm not cheating. It's not in the rules that we can't tease each other."

I stood up from my seat as well and looked at him with disbelief, "So there are rules now?"

Damien takes the plates and utensils on the table and answered, "There are always rules baby."

I took the rest of the things on the table and brought it to the kitchen with Damien.

Damien doesn't say anything else and starts washing the dishes, his back facing me.

I placed the rest of the dishes on top of the counter beside Damien and looked at him, but Damien was already concentrating on washing the dishes so he ignores me completely.

With my right eyebrow raised, I asked, "So, if I give you a blow job right now, that isn't considered cheating?"

Damien doesn't say anything for seconds. But then he smirks and says, "As long as no one gives in to wanting sex then yes...it's not cheating."

I smirked back and squeezed in front of him, then I did a squat, my face facing his crotch area.

Damien doesn't say anything but continues to wash the dishes, so I unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick with no shame.

"Touching me right in front of my grandmother huh? Well you just made a huge mistake Mr. Collins," I say as stick out my tongue to touch the tip of Damien's cock.

Damien stiffens, making me a grin. So I opened my mouth and started sucking him.

Damien dropped the spoons that he was holding when I closed my mouth a little to squeeze his dick.

"S-Shit..." I heard him say.