The door slammed shut when my back hit against it and Damien's lips once against slammed against mine; devouring each other's mouths. It didn't take moments to get me undressed considering I almost lost most of my clothes on the way to our hotel room from the elevator.

"I am going to fuck you like the slut you are" he gripped my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. I unbutton his shirt walking us towards the bed. I peel off the shirt from his body and pushed him on the bed. My knees on either side of his hips, straddling his thigh I bring my hand behind to unhook the bralette and threw it off to the side.

I moved on top of him so that I was staring down right at his eyes, my hands on either side of his head, keeping me steady. "Or... I could treat you like the dick you are." I whispered in his ear, sliding my tongue from his sharp jaw to his ear, nibbling it. Damien grabbed my hip, thrusting me closer while my back arches when I bring my lips against his. I lift my head while he lifts his for more but I decided against and moved down, placing my palms next to his hips. I unbutton his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers showing his hard erection. Damien lifts himself on his elbows and gazed at my every move while I wrap my small hands around his cock before bringing the tip to my mouth. A shaky breath escaped his mouth when I twist my tongue around the tip of his cock, licking off the pre-cum all the while I maintained eye contact with his cold grey eyes which is slightly darkened. Damien threw his head back when I take in the length of his cock until it reached up my throat end causing me to gag. I bopped my head, sucking his cock and twirling my tongue which drives him insane. He gripped the back of my hair and moving my head. "Fucking hell" he moaned. Damien's groans and the way his thigh tighten sends a current of satisfaction in me.

"Jesus, fuck" I stopped my movement when his cum filled up in my mouth and I lift my head looking at Damien, his hair fallen on his forehead, soaked from sweat. He looked at me with amusement when I swallowed all his cum down my throat.

"You got one hell of a mouth, baby," he said turning us over so I was under him and Damien towering over me.

"I know," I tell before he smirked down at me and trailed wet, warm kisses from my mouth, to my chest and down to my stomach until his mouth reached my cunt. He swiftly ripped the lacy panties, "You did not have to do that" I exclaimed.

"Fuck I'll buy you more just for me to rip it off you" was the last thing he said before dipping his head in between my thighs. He lifts both my legs over his shoulders while his tongue stroking up and down my slit. My nails dig into the sheets, pleasure filling up my veins. I flutter my eyes close, arching my back when his teeth nibble my clit and two fingers enter into my core.

"Damien" I moaned.

"Yes, love." I was reaching my climax with every stroke, every touch and every moan. My chest was heaving up and down. I was aching for more realizing that three fingers thrusting in me is not enough. "I need you-" I was cut off by my moans. Damien's grip around my thigh tightens leaving a bruise.

"What do you want baby?" he asked lifting his head but his fingers still working inside me working my orgasm. Cum dripping around his mouth and I watched him in agape while he lick it off his mouth.

"You want to ride my cock hmm?" I nod.

"How many orgasms do you want? my pretty little girl" I couldn't speak a single word forming in my mouth when he fastened the pace of his fingers.

"Use your words Rhea" his free hand gripped my neck, dropping my shaking legs from his shoulders and towering over me. "I-I need you inside me" I spoke. A loud moan escaped just as I came undone on his fingers.

"Good fuckin' girl" a proud smirk took over his face when he brought up his three fingers to my mouth to taste off my cum. He brings his lips against mine, Damien's strong firm hand ran down the side of my body delicately, lifting my thigh and my legs wrap around his torso, his hard cock press against my aching pussy.

I turn us over so he was under me and I was straddling him, not breaking our kiss. I placed wet kisses from his jaw down to his chest, positioning my opening on the tip of his cock. I lift my hip sliding his hard member, filling my whole body with ecstasy.

I move my hips thrusting deep and hard while his balls smack against my bare ass. Damien's fingers dip into the skin of my waist while I grip his shoulders.

"So fuckin' good baby" he moaned sending a ray of satisfaction while I fasten my stride. "Oh God, Damien" I exclaimed, my pussy clenched around his cock.

I move up and down while my breasts bounce along. Damien brings one of his hands to my boob, kneading it and slightly pinching my hard nipple causing a pleasurable pain. He lifts his upper body, bringing his mouth to my other boob. He twirled his tongue around my nippled. I continued to ride his cock, our moans cloaking the whole room and I hope that this place is soundproof or something because it won't be no time for us to be kicked out of this place.

The faster I moved more my back started giving in. My whole body was aching. I leaned my forehead against Damien's shoulder while he trailed kisses from my boob up to my jaw. He pressed a firm hand on the small of my back and softly turned us over as if he knew how hard it was sitting up, until I was on my back against the bed and he was on top of me once again, not slipping out of me.

Damien continued to thrust into me. My toes curled while my nails dig into his shoulders, spilling a bit of blood. I threw my head back when my orgasm rippled through me. A groan escaped his mouth when we both came undone. Our sweaty bodies pressed against each other when he dropped his head on the crook of my neck both of us panting and fighting for air.

"That was the best sex I had in my entire fucking life," he said lifting his head and looking down at me, tucking a strand of my wet hair behind my ear. He placed a slow passionate kiss on my lips.

I unhook my legs from his torso and Damien slip out of me, a groan escaped both of our mouths and he dropped down next to me.

I know I could get jealous pretty easily but something about knowing that he had sex with other girls before bothers the shit out of me and causing burning anger. Maybe it's my hormones messing with me after the perplexing sex I had or maybe not.

"What's wrong, Lia?" Dammit.

"Nothing," I told with a small smile.

"You are scowling, love. Something is wrong" he asked lifting his body sideways and keeping himself steady from his forearm.

"It's just that I realized that you've had sex with other girls before but I mean I got no say in this because I have too slept with boys. It's just- I don't know kind of bothers-"

"Rhea," he said firmly cutting off my rant. "If I could go back in time and unfuck them I would," he said twirling his finger around few strands of my hair. "But if it makes you feel good I never lie like this after I fuck them. I simply leave."

"That's mean," I tell.

"I came to fuck not to cuddle"

"I've made you soft haven't I," I asked in 'awe'.

"That's not been soft, Lia it's taking care of the person you love." I hate how wise and sweet he could get out of his tough demeanour. It just makes me want to fuck him all over again.

"I love you," I tell with a soft smile and he placed his lips on mine lifting my chin from his thumb.

"I love you."

***

If there was one moment that you could relive over and over again it would be this exact moment. Being in the arms of the person who you love, feeling safe, secure and mostly feeling like you belong.

Ever since Nathan shot himself I have always felt like I didn't belong in this world, I felt like I did not deserve to be breathing and walking on this earth. Every single time when I was sober or not under the influence of drugs I have felt every form of misery from feeling lonely to feeling like the whole world is coming after to cut my throat, from feeling trapped to feeling like I am all by myself in the middle of the great big ocean, swimming to reach the ocean but you never do.

I had all my reasons to give up on life but my mind made me feel like I did not even deserve death– the eternal rest. I always thought that it was because of all the wrongs I have done to my family and myself but I was wrong. Completely and utterly wrong; I do not know what I did to deserve this but now I feel like my mind always told me not to kill myself because I won't be able to see the true beauty of life, to feel pure happiness, which is this exact moment.

Sometimes I wonder about my life as a poorly scripted movie where the director knows nothing other than to make the characters life miserable; even if she doesn't deserve it. But, eventually, the director opened his eyes or maybe he felt sympathetic that no one, not even a person written on paper deserve to go through such pain. He was lucky enough that he wasn't too late to give the life that character actually deserve, a life that everyone deserves.

Happiness; which I believe is the epitome of life. If the life you are living is not giving you happiness, there's something wrong or maybe it's just a phase. Nevertheless, every single human deserves to know happiness at least once in their life, experience it at least once.

And, I myself is one hell of a damn lucky soul to experience the true beauty, peace and happiness of life.

Never in my eighteen years of life did I think that peace and happiness could be a person but I guess life continues to surprise me and right now I am living the life I deserve, a life everyone deserves.

"You are watching me sleep," Damien muttered pulling me out of my thoughts. His hands wrapped around my torso, covered from the white duvet which draped around my naked body and his lower half, showing a glorious display of his well-defined body while I trace my index finger over the tattoo of tree branches which starts from his hips and up goes to his collar bone, little birds scattered on it and some flying away.

"I can look at whatever is mine, for all I want," I tell and continued to trace his tattoos when untangle his hands off of my body and towered over me.

"Good morning," he tells with a small smile, sounding excited.

"Good morning to you too," I tell with a slightly confusing face.

"Shower?" he asks before getting out of bed and giving me a hand.

"Why are you so eager?" I asked and sat up. Instead of giving my head, I lift my arms and he lifts me off the bed and I drape my legs around his torso while he carries me to the shower.

"I'm gonna take you somewhere," he tells planting a kiss on my cheek before putting me down inside the shower and getting inside. "Where?"

"That my love is a surprise."

***

I was hardly able to take a few steps but I could say I managed myself. Just after I got dressed in simple black jeans and a white tank top along with Damien's lettermen varsity jacket he wore when he was in the basketball team. I stole it from him considering that he's not playing for the team anymore like Jason because once he was expelled from playing the season game because he was caught playing under the influence of drugs, Damien didn't want to rejoin ever since. I knew how good he was at basketball when we went to watch Jason's matches in basketball season and he would point out every wrong move the players did and it was very entertaining I could say but seeing him be passionate about something made my heart flutter.

After making sure all our stuff was packed before we leave I get out of the room until Damien gets ready, to check on Emma considering that we left them last night, unnoticed. I walk up to her and knocked. Just after a few minutes and a loud thud of something falling to the ground followed by a loud groan, Emma opened the door. Her light strands of hair plopped on top of her head in a humungous messy bun and last night's make-up smeared all over her face looking, even more, messier than I was before going to sleep last night.

"Are you okay?" I asked and she groaned lazily, walking back to her bed. I follow behind her.

"No, I'm not. Hungover sucks and people are so damn selfish" she muffled into the pillow. I looked into her luggage and took out two Advil pills along with a bottle of water and handed it over to her. Emma took them from my hand with a thankful smile. She popped the pills and gulped down the water as I take a seat on the edge of the bed. "What made you think people are selfish?" I asked her.

"They should know that these rooms aren't soundproof and hey! you don't have to let the whole world know that you are getting railed" I widen my eyes at her statement and a sliver of embarrassment, shock hit me. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.

"Oh no no but do you know like from which room?" I swallow down getting ready to accept any answer that comes out of her mouth. "I don't know. Some room" she said and I let out a gratified sigh.

"Okay, I just came to check on you and Damien and I will be going out for a moment," I tell her and stood up, walking towards the door.

"Hey Rhe?" she called.

"Yeah" I turned around to face her. "You look very happy and I am so proud of you," she tells with a warming smile.

"I love you Em," I tell her and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me as I step into the hallway. Just then Damien closed the door to our room, all dressed in a white t-shirt and black jeans along with a pair of converse. "You have to tell me where we are going," I asked walking alongside him towards the elevator.

"You have to shut up," he tells just as the elevator door closes and I have been nagging him from the moment he told me about this. I can't say I hate surprises but the curiosity it gives just ticks on me. Another trait that I got from my mother dearest. She cannot handle surprises for dear life and one way or another she would somehow find out the whole surprise even before we reveal it to her, that's when I knew how good she was at pretending. My mother pretended to be shocked when she wasn't and which draws me to how she pretended most of her life.

There would be days she would have horrid fights with father but she always came out of the room as if her husband's words did not affect her at all. My mother would be happy and jolly in the face of her children, her friends and the church ladies but internally was a weeping corpse. Of course, I did not know this back then since I was a fool to believe everything that just floats on top and didn't even bother to think what was sinking deep down but now I get it. Now I know when she is pretending and why she is pretending when I do the same. You would always perceive the people fighting the same battle as you. You would recognize their scars to be exact to yours and you would understand them; only if you want to and my mother did not want to understand the battle and the scars her daughter is carrying.

She once used to be my hero.

"Do I want to know what's going on in your pretty little mind?" Damien's deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I look at him holding the elevator door open for me to step out.

"I bet you would want a refund," I tell and walked out towards the exit.

We get into the car and I strapped the seatbelt across. The faint notes of a song played through the speakers and I tilt my head watching Damien's every move as he drives. I know it sounds so intimidating but I got no control over it like my head always snap in his direction.

"You really should stop looking at me like that" he spoke while one hand stays on the steering wheel and the other gripping my thigh. "Like what?" I asked and looked ahead.

"Your eyes do that thing. I don't know it just-" his own words get stuck as he tries to decipher just like me. "Like 'rail me in the back of your car' type of thing," I asked looking at him the same way I did earlier.

"You are tempting me, baby"Damien's hands slid up my thigh which I stop when it reaches right at the waistband. I lock my fingers in his and held it down on my lap while I continue to look at his defined jaw which tightens every time to time and the little dimple that forms when he smirks or smiles. I see his grey eyes trained on the road and how his long eyelashes—which I am utterly jealous of— flutters whenever he gets confused. It's a sight to see and I know I will never get enough of this because with Damien every day is special and he makes every single day of my life matter and now I've realised I am living a surprise.

My eyes snap towards the side window and I whip my head towards the front realizing the neighbourhood we are in. We pass by the all too familiar sets of houses with the same structure which screams 'wealthy'. I know at the end of this street is my house which could be the last place that I'd want to be right now which makes me think why on earth are we here?

"Damien, what are we doing here?" I asked in all seriousness as he parked the car on the pavement in front of my house. He might've seen my discomfort as he tightens his hold in my hand.

"I know you don't want to be here but this is the place where I first met you and I promise we won't come back here again," he tells and I nod getting out of the car.

"We can't go inside. People are living in this house" I cross my arms in front of my chest like a shield thinking that it would protect me from whatever taunting memory this house brings. I wander my eyes around the two-story house which looks homely with its white painting and the indoor swing placed on the large porch. I visualized myself cuddled up in my mother's arms and Noah lying next to her as we watch the sunset from our own house. Dad sitting on the armchair reading his newspaper and complaining about the government which we don't argue about. The way Noah scrunch his nose when mom places a kiss on his forehead. And the way we giggle feeling Nini kick in mom's belly.

My past wasn't all so horrid, it had good memories but the worst ones just managed to dismantle them with dark grey areas and whenever you open the door to a good memory the first thing you see is how it all ended up as, in pain, horror and so much heartbreak which instantly drives you away from the fond memories.

"No one's living here," he tells and opened the gate to the house. We walk inside and used the side door which leads to our back garden. It looked very different from before the small colourful flower plants have been replaced with a few different ones and the humungous mango tree which gave a beholden amount of shelter have been cut down now making the whole area bright and it looks more spacious but I preferred the old set up better, maybe it's because that this was my house back then.