Chapter 5. The Charming-Damien

My eyes never opened, and my brain ... Well, let’s just say I’m pretty fucked up. Then, I suddenly realized who had just called, and I snapped out of bed;

“Oh shit!”

On cue, my phone rang again, and yes, it was Damien.

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry, I-I didn’t...”

“Where the fuck are you, Stella?” Damien growled in my ear, and I could practically feel his anger from here.

I swallowed;

“Lush hotel...? I’m sorry I-I ... I’m comin...,”

“I’ll come get you,” He cut me off, “You better be waiting when I get there.”

“Oh crap,” I sighed in relief.

“Who the hell was that?” Charlie groaned without opening her eyes as she rolled atop a snoring Joe with his limp dick on her cheek.

I wanted to give a stupid excuse for leaving at ... Shit, it’s just 4 in the morning. No wonder I feel like melted rubber.

Anyway, Charlie has gone back to sleep and...

“Shit,” I thought out loud as I looked around the dimly lit suite for my clothes. And I still need a bath.

I rushed into the bathroom, spent exactly three minutes washing most of Joe’s, Charlie’s, and my cum off every part of my body.

Okay, fine.

Three minutes were not nearly enough to wash half of the dried-up sex fluids off me. But I’m not going to risk Damien getting violently angry. So I rushed out of the bathroom, dried off, and jumped into my clothes.

I even forgot my panties as I raced to the elevator with my heels and purse in hand.

I’m not thinking about Damien scolding me or hitting me or even murdering me.

Yes, I wouldn’t like any of that. But that’s not why I clicked-clacked across the lobby as fast as I could go without my boobs flying around, or my gown riding too far up.

It’s cause I don’t trust myself to remain not-horny if Damien gets violently angry.

Anyway, I got to the front door with about five minutes to spare before Damien came in a roaring Chevrolet.

He turned to me, and the darkness in his eyes made me take an involuntary step back.

“Get in.”

I didn’t waste a second. Neither did Damien loiter as he put the car in motion.

Thank God I called Charlie yesterday and got royally fucked. And thank God, she and Joe got me exactly what I wanted.

As in, I’m glancing at Damien without getting any ideas in my head or getting my pussy twitching in lust.

Maybe it’s because I’m so sore in my asshole that I had to cross my legs and lean to one side. Or maybe because I can still perceive last night’s sex on my body. Or because I can still feel our combined orgasms inside me.

Either way, I think I’m finally cured of my I-want-Damien syndrome. At least cured enough that his presence isn’t making me horny.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’d think you’re seducing me,” Damien growled with a husky voice without looking my way.

“Wha ... I-I’m not seducing you,” I said, and he scoffed.

His scoff turned to a chuckle and then to a small laugh as he branched onto the highway.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” He said without the growl of his initial anger.

“It’s clear last night was wild for you,” He said, “So I get why you’re braless and in a sexy gown.”

“Now, if you’re not trying to seduce me, then why are your legs crossed like that when you know your gown is too short and you’re not wearing panties?”

I immediately uncrossed my legs, and yes, the movement burns.

“I wasn’t seducing you, okay?” I said, fruitlessly trying to hide myself, which made Damien chuckle lightly.

“I’m not. I am just ... sore.”

“Sounds like you got it wild, huh?”

“Well, it wasn’t my fault I got crazy-horny. And yes, I’m back to normal now, thank you,” I said, turning away to watch the scenery.

Damien chuckled softly, but he didn’t say anything again.

I tried not to look at him, but eventually, I did. He turned to look at me, and he smiled the same way he used to every time he said hi.

But the important part is that, I’m not horny.

Like at all.

For the first time since last ... I mean, two days ago, I can finally relax and stop worrying about the consequences of lusting after Damien. And I can fully concentrate on how to not-die.

Damien is ... Well, like I said, I have known him since middle school.

But this early morning is my first time actually knowing him.

Turns out, behind the charming ‘hi’ he says every time he passes me by are two people. I met the first Damien - he playfully called it Angry-Damien - when I walked in on him punching Silco’s brother to death.

And this early morning, as he zoomed out of the city limits and branched down a dirt road, I just met his other part. The charming part.

Honestly? I like the Charming-Damien better.

He told me how he joined the Bloodhound when he was a teenager. Told me how he used to think I was the prettiest and coolest girl in any room.

He even cracked jokes about how I reacted when I found him waiting in my apartment two days ago.

And all through, I never had a single sexual thought as he made me laugh and even pissed me off with his jokes.

Yes, I wasn’t comfortable throughout the ride. Mostly because every bump only reminded me that my asshole is still burning after it’s violation last night.

But then, Damien took off his shirt and gave it to me.

I wrapped it around my waist so I can sit comfortably without exposing my pussy to him.

You know, it’s funny how you see a person as nothing but a charming guy on the street until you see him kill a man, and then you get crazy-horny about him.

Only to laugh at all his jokes with your shirt around your waist. As he drove to the end of the dirt road with nothing but his singlet.

And I barely even noticed or even considered him sexy, despite his bulging biceps and the muscles on him.

Anyway, the sun is already up by the time Damien pulls up in a cabin sitting a few hundred yards away from a lake.

“So...?” I said, following him out of the car, “Where are we?”

“You’re going to lure Silco here, and we’ll kill him.”

“Right. So, this whole luring Silco thing is going to be like a hunter-prey situation? Or...?”

Damien paused as if to think:

“Something like that. Except you’re the bait,” he said, going up the porch and opening the front door.

“Oh great, that sounds about right,” I said, following him into the Cabin.

The interior is dark and dusty. Its furniture is covered in plain sheets just like the fireplace, the mini bar on the far end, and the Kitchen cabinets.

“So...” I said, looking around as Damien went to get the main box, or mother box, or whatever he called it.

“Is there any chance you have fallen in love with me on our trip here, and you’ll help me get out of this luring Silco thing?” I said, and Damien chuckled from wherever he is.

The lights came on, and a buzz filled the air.

“Stop fantasizing about stupid things and get cleaning,” Damien said with a smirk.

“Wait, what do you mean by cleaning?”

He meant cleaning the whole damn cabin.

Like, forget that I literally have a sore asshole and I’m very tired after last night’s pounding. How the fuck am I supposed to clean a whole dirty unused cabin alone?

Remember when I said I liked Charming-Damien? Well, he’s a dick.

He just left me all alone in the middle of nowhere to clean a whole fucking cabin. Like, he just laughed at my predicament and left.

Maybe I would fare better if I were on Silco’s side of this whole thing.

I mean, Silco wouldn’t make me clean a whole cabin, right? Heck, he’d be grateful that I’m offering him information on his brother’s killer. So why am I subjecting myself to removing the covers on the furniture, dusting out the cobwebs in the rooms, and now scrubbing the kitchen floors?

Why the hell am I not taking out my phone and calling the police to come arrest Damien?

I let out a sigh as another wave of fatigue hit me.

‘Damn, I’m so hungry,’ I thought to myself as I paused the scrubbing to ease the ache on my wrists and stop the kitchen from rotating.

I looked up at the ceiling and almost cursed my innocent mother for leaving me alone in the world and letting me suffer. Heck, I’m so hungry and tired that tears are beginning to sting my eyes.

I looked at myself sitting on the wet, soapy floor, and yes, I looked very pathetic with Damien’s shirt still tied around my waist, and my mini gown was all soaked with sweat and soap water.

At that very moment, I’d have fished out my phone and called Charlie for help. But I left my purse in Damien’s car.

Ten - or maybe twenty - minute later, I heard the familiar roar of Damien’s car pulling up in the driveway.

I quickly wiped any trace of tears and went back to scrubbing.

A minute later, Damien shuffled into the house and came up in front of me. I quickly turned away to hide my face;

“Hey, you...” Damien trailed off.