"Bitch! get up," Emma yanked the book from my hand and I didn't even know she had barged into my room.

"What do you want?" I asked lazily, still lying on the bed after the movie. We came back to the hotel, Damien and Jason had something to do which they told us nothing about so I started reading this new book until the sun had set completely down and it was pitch dark outside. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand to check the time, it was almost nine.

"We are going clubbing," she said.

"Em, I don't have -" I was cut off when Damien, came in, a huge grin plastered on his face when he saw me.

"Who put such a big smile on your face?" I asked as he knelt on the bed, bending down to kiss me. "It might be something to do with you Sangster," he whispered, the smile never faltering.

"Okay, love birds. You get dressed" she said pointing at me and walked back to her room.

"She's gonna throw a fit when she sees me in mom jeans," I tell to no one in particular considering that I only brought a limited amount of clothing because going to the local club—that doubtfully I have already been in— was not in my agenda. I turned to look at Damien who was already staring at me. "What?"

He leans down and took out a black bag from the floor and handed it to me. I looked at the bag and him in confusion.

"You went dress shopping for me?" I asked and looked into the bag. It was a black satin bodycon with bow tying straps for the shoulders and at the bottom two corners of the dress. I looked at it in 'awe' because it was beautiful and I haven't worn a dress in ages.

"Emma helped but the other thing in the bag, I picked it," he said proudly. I took out the rest of the stuff and—

"You did not!" I gushed and looked at the two-piece black lace lingerie with a small stone dangling in the middle of the strapless bra and a matching garter.

"This is so hot... and the dress," I tell him and placed all the clothes back in the bag. Damien lifted himself on top of me, holding his body steady from his arms on either side of me. Few strands of his dark brown hair falling from his forehead and the grey eyes with flecks of gold and brown which I adore so much bore into me.

"I don't care about the dress It's all, what's mine, underneath it"

"Possessive much" I wrap my legs around his torso, pulling him closer to me.

"I am possessive about what's mine" he gripped my neck pinning me down and I swaddled my arms around the back of his neck. Damien leaned down placing his lips against mine. Our lips devoured each other and I tugged the back of his hair while our tongues sliding against, fighting for dominance. His hands went down from my neck, down to the waistband of the boxers I was wearing. I stopped him, moving down any further down and turned us over so I was straddling him.

"I have to get dressed" I mumbled against his mouth and he let out a frustrated groan. I took the bag from the floor and walked into the bathroom.

After, taking a small wash I wrapped the towel around my body and walked back into the room to get my hair straightener and makeup bag. Damien was lying on his front, scrolling through his phone. I assume that he is wearing what's on now; an untucked plain black dress shirt which slightly hugged his muscles, looking perfect on him and the sleeves folded messily up to his mid-forearm, showcasing the snake tattoo wrapped around, going up under his shirt and three silver rings placed on both his hands. The black ripped jeans hung low on his hips, scarcely revealing the Calvin Klein boxer waistband whenever he lifts his arms.

I don't know if I said this before but God had taken his time creating this hot piece of work.

"Take a picture it will last longer," he said looking up from his phone and I realized I have been staring for way too long in a fucking towel.

"If I get a dollar for every single time I catch you staring at me, I will be the next Jeff Bezos," I tell and walked back into the fairly large bathroom. There was a large vanity that connected to the counter with two sinks. A bathtub on the opposite end and a shower. So, I had my space to get dressed. I plugged the Iron and let it heat, on the time being I applied a thin layer of foundation to cover up my dark under-eye bags and the little scar on my jaw from the accident, then I drew a line of eyeliner on both my eyes and brushed up my eyelashes making it look a bit thick from the mascara. I am not a big fan of lipstick but I always had light pink almost skin coloured lipstick and a red one so, I thought of giving the red a chance making my lips look a bit more plumper with a slight coat of it. Then I release my hair from the messy bun and ran the hair Iron through the long strands of my black hair with a few strands of faded red, which I first coloured my hair when I was fifteen.

I pushed the dress up my thighs— after wearing the black lingerie Damien got along with the garter— and to my surprise, it fit perfectly on my body giving a little enhance to my curvy hips and the dress ended right at mid-thigh. I tied the loose strings and looked up to see Damien leaning against the wall— observing me getting dressed— from opposite to the mirror. I stared at him through the mirror and a haughty smirk crept up his face walking towards; right behind me.

"zip it up please," I asked and as our eyes still trained on each other from the mirror. He trailed his finger from the back of my neck to the end of my spine where the zipper is and when his warm touch felt against my skin, tingles ran through my body. I gulp down the weird feeling and he slowly zipped up my dress, my back pressed against his front.

"I fucking badly want to bend you over this counter and then make you cum on every piece of furniture, in this room," he wrapped his arms around my stomach, leaning his chin on my shoulder and whispered to my ear. I let out a shaky breath and held his hands.

"The quicker we go, more early we could come back," I tell and Damien's lips plaster on the side of my neck. Sucking with a warm pressure and I incline my neck.

He lifts his head and wiped the wetness on my neck from his thumb. "Why did you do that for?" I asked, looking at the hickey.

"It's better to mark my territory," he tells and planted a kiss on the side of my temple. I won't think I will ever get tired of his affection. Instead, I crave more and more.

"We should go before I lose my mind" he let go of his hold around my stomach and I bent down grabbing my simple silver heels and we walked out of the room.

Jason was already ready and seated in the lobby. He was dressed in black jeans and a white untucked dress shirt along with some black converse.

"You know you two do look like brothers now," I tell.

"Step," they both say in unison. Jason smiled at the look of me.

"What?" I asked. He shook his head still with a small smile.

"It's just- you're wearing a dress," he tells and looked away at the sound of the elevator ding and his smile dropped while sending a string of cuss words under his breath. I look at the line of his sight and see Emma and Jennifer walking towards us. I knew the reason for the change of his demeanour. Jason always had a thing for women in leather. It insanely turns him on when he finds a girl wearing or carrying something related to leather. Weird, I know and that's Jason Kai for you.

To see, Jennifer walked out wearing black leather pants that hugged her perfect body along with a black corset that had a thin border of silver on the top edge of it. She had pulled her hair in a high ponytail and few strands pulled out from either side to frame her face.

"Boner alert," I tell Jason before they reached us and Damien let out a small laugh, sitting beside me.

"Em, you look gorgeous"

"Thanks, Jason," she tells, giving us a three-sixty and damn she makes me want to question my sexuality. Emma wore a two-piece; a light pink— almost nude colour— tight skirt that came up to her mid thigh and crop top with sweetheart neckline and the sheer fabric covering her arms up to her wrist. Emma had her hair let down naturally.

"We should go" Jennifer scoffed and started walking towards the exit.

"You asshole" Emma calls Jason walking behind us.

"What did I do?" he asks and all of us stopped to look at him except Jennifer who had already gone out.

"What did you do?" Damien asked in an obvious way.

"When you see two girls, well dressed together you don't say gorgeous to one of them. At least, tell it to the person who needs to hear it which is not me." Emma tells and smacks her hand at the back of Jason's head. He scowled and looked away.

"Hey, you'll take my car. I will come with Jason." Damien tells and handed me his car keys.

"Drive safe okay" he planted a kiss on my forehead and walked back to the lounge with Jason.

"You two are so cute it makes me want to puke," Emma tells and I dragged her hand, walking out of the hotel.

"Shut up."

DAMIEN'S POV

"What the fuck Jason?" I asked sitting down in front of him and he gripped his hair from both his hands crouching forward.

"I don't know man." I let out a sigh. How the fuck am I supposed to give relationship advice? I mean I do have a good- no an amazing relationship with Lia. Maybe, it's because I have known her and we had shared a strong bond even before we got into a relationship.

"Do you like her?" I asked.

"No" Liar.

"Look Ja-"

"I love her," he tells still looking down at the floor. "Then what's the problem?"

"It's Jennifer. The girl that gets on my nerves all the fucking time and makes me wanna kill myself. But, then again, on the other hand, just her presence itself is enough to make me feel alive. Which is pretty fucking confusing."

"If that's your problem then it's not a problem at all. I am not the one to give advice but If anyone told me 'just go for it,' or 'just tell her how you feel,' I would have and trust me things would have happened differently and better I could say. After all, I was lucky enough to have her and love her either way and trust me, all the mishaps that had happened to me were fucking worth it" I tell and he listened closely.

"If you are happy you won life. Right now, I am a winner but by being happy comes fear. The fear of losing that happiness and you can not avoid it. You can live with it because all the happiness would make up for that fear. So, just tell her" I stood up and so did Jason.

"What if she tells no," he asked as we walked towards the exit and I took out my phone to order an Uber.

"If she says no I will ask Rhea about that," I didn't have to explain further as to what I was talking about because he already knows about it. Well, Jason is the only one who does.

"No, you will ask her either way," he tells because trust me I love Lia, so much that no heart could decipher, which means that when you love someone you fear to fuck up and I have a huge tendency to fuck shit up pretty easily. So, I'm scared shitless and not confident about this; at all.

A/N - WHO'S OUTFIT WAS YOUR FAVOURITE? MINE WAS JENNIFER'S. DUHH

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