"Alright, Grace. Don't hesitate to call me if anything comes up," I say to Grace as I my phone from my desk.
"Okay. I Will be waiting for the gossip behind this sparkle that is blotted on your face, bestie," She retorts.
How can I not be glowing? How can I shade this glow of love emanating from the ? I am in love, and I love back. That comes off like too much robust bang for to cloak. I feel like I am walking in an alley of shining stars. Love is indeed a thing.
"Whatever. See ya," I wiggle my jolly-burning self and catwalk out of her vision she goes raucous with interrogations.
I evacuate the cloggy coffee shop and trudge outside to the black Lamborghini me and get in. "We can go now," I nervously giggle after putting on my belt and settling on the seat.
My face has assumed a different color since his declaration. I am glowing red all over face. The sound of love has never boomed with so much power and euphoria. I I am acting like a sweet sixteen, but what can I do? It was such a surprise to him confess that he loves me. I have not yet recovered from that and I don’t think
I will recover any time soon. Neither do I want to cloak this. I want the whole world know that he loves me.
"Everything okay? Will she be able to manage?" Damian asks, reaching out for my and hugging it tight in his.
I feel the familiar sense of adrenaline chilling my spine. It's a simple touch, just a skin , yet it arouses me this much.
"Yeah. She can. I trust her," I respond, squeezing his hand back.
He should be in his office, but he insisted on driving me here first to check on my before proceeding to wherever he is taking me. I don't know where to go, but I so eager and thrilled to find out.
"Okay. Let's go then," he says while igniting the engine, and he presses on the .
He doesn't let go of my hand. Contrary, he kisses it and slopes it on his thigh, his on of it. Another tickling gesture. As we maneuver through the arduously busy of the now-ordinary streets to me, I can't help but extort glances at him.
It is amusing how it takes forever to locate true love. You kiss a lot of dogs along the and sometimes screw as much. At least I only kissed and fucked one. You go heartbreaks and almost forfeit your sanity over some dog who wasn't simply for you. The hell I underwent. I know the heartaches that come in massive . But that is until you collide with the right one for you. Everything melts in a blink. The agonies wither mysteriously fast, and something strong builds in , dominating every other feeling or sense. Before you know it, you are head over again. All the pain is gone. All pain is forgotten. And you want nothing but to in the glee of your new-found love.
The way of loving does vary too—extremely!
I loved Leo, or so I thought, for three good years. I saw and felt my chances of being close so rapidly when he betrayed me. But it's funny how Damian, this stranger who doesn't feel like a real stranger at all, has managed to alleviate heartbreak and erase the pain from my heart in just three months and without ado. He didn't even need to do anything. It was just a matter of meeting him and close to him, and just like trash, Leo was now dumped and dusted in the can of .
I want this phase with Damian not to be just a rampage. I want our love to glow and until forever. I feel that I have found Mr. Right. My one true love. My knight in armor. My sole. The one meant for me was fated to me. And I want him to be that and more! This one, him, I am never letting go. I will fight all the b*tches in world for him. He is mine. You are all mine, Damian Almeda! I have marked you, I am never letting you off the hook, come what may!
"Somebody can't keep their eyes off me, huh?" His voice startles me, snapping me from wonderland. "Am I too hot, or do I have something on my face?" He asks, I leap as his hand pinches my thigh.
Oh, my! I might have been too engrossed in thoughts to notice when his hand left . I sheepishly yank it away, and he retreats it on top of mine, still on his thigh.
"You are an incredibly hot, naughty flirt. All that combined together makes you a and alluring charm. But I can handle that," I defend myself, a white lie I can't control my feelings around him.
"Mmh, are you sure you can handle me?" He mumbles with his eyes on the road, one on the steering, while the other, well, being naughty again, rides my dress up . And when he nips his lip like that, darn!
Gosh!
"You want to finger me right now?"
Shit! That just rolled out as his middle finger brushed my clitoral area. This jerk side him is turning me into a bitch.
"Can you handle two machines?" I challenge again, and he smirks.
"You know I can, babe. You won't challenge me?"
"Yeah!" Huh, What? I didn’t just say, did I? It’s too risky. "Hey! What the heck are doing? Ooh!"
As I grumble, I am slumping into the seat as he pulls one of my pants to the other side, finger sliding in. Jeez! That was so swift! He takes his eyes off the road to smirk me as my legs clench to his hand between them.