He Is My Roommate

Chapter 21: Sin In A Suit

"He looked good, like sin in a suit" 

- Melissa Marr, Wicked Lovely -

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"Damon?!"I yelped in surprise.

Even in heels I had to look up at his tall figure. 

He raised an eyebrow from underneath his mask, "Why so shocked?"

Despite my paranoia, fear, and anxiousness I couldn't' t help but admire how gorgeous he looked in his black suit and red satin tie. The black tux complimented his body perfectly; enhancing his wide shoulders and muscular chest. His hair stood dark and tousled like a wild forest and the sleeves of his jacket rolled up to show glimpses of his tattoos. All in all he was a mixture of elegance and wilderness, something I found so alluring.

"Am....am.. not "I stuttered stepping away. 

I was so used to seeing him dressed down in sweatpants and ripped jeans, that I found myself unprepared for this side of him.

"I just never expected you to come here", I fiddled with the hem of my dress.

"And why not?"

His eyes wandered down to my body and I found myself burning with heat under his intimidating gaze. He probably thinks I look weird in this dress. 

"Um it's not really your scene" I hid my flustered expression.

His eyes flickered back up.

"You wouldn't know what my scene is."

It's true. Despite living with him, I barely knew anything about Damon; except for the fact that he studied law and disappeared often during weekends. It was a little disappointing.

"Attention everyone!" A mans voice sounded from the speakers echoing in the ballroom.

Damon and I, alongside everyone else turned our attention towards the balcony where the Dean Olivia's dad, stood with a glass of champagne in one hand and a microphone in the other. He had a long mustache and a weird patch covering his left eye, just like in the pictures I saw of him in Birminton's hallways. He kind off resembled a rich aristocrat pirate. 

"Ahem", he clears his throat, "We shall begin our traditional waltz for the evening! Please grab your nearest partner and enjoy!"

I look back at Damon ready to excuse myself, but he races me to it.

"Well that's my queue." 

However as he turns around ready to walk away, I spot the man in the red mask AGAIN. And this time he's standing a few inches away from me in a dark corner, whilst leaning on a door frame. It's dark but I can make out a chilling smile. Why the hell was he smiling? 

"Wait!" I grab Damon's arm desperately.

He spins around surprised by my sudden movement.

"Dance with me!" I shout out over the music. Maybe if the masked man saw me with a guy, he would eventually leave me alone? I was desperate and scared, I just wanted to blend in with the other people, and Mike was nowhere to be found. 

Damon blinks at me slightly confused. The people around us are already dispersing into their positions, preparing for the waltz.

"Never mind" I blush releasing his arm.

What the hell was I thinking? I was here with Mike. 

"Sure", he says in a gentle voice.

I try my best not to open my jaw at his unexpected response. At first I think he's joking but he has a serious express plastered on his face.