Melanie's Secret

Five Years Ago....

Damien(pov)

She left....Just like that she had left. I could still feel the sting of her slap lingering on my cheek. I had hurt her, something I had promise I would never do. I loved her, why did I have to be so stupid and mess everything up. I slept with her best friend for a reason I couldn't explain to anyone. I myself couldn't even think why I had done it. Was it because Sasha had more experience? No it didn't even matter, she was gone, Melanie was gone and I would never see her again. I walked back inside to put my shirt and pants off. Sasha was crying in her bed when I came back in her room. I have to go, I have to go catch her before she leaves for New York in the morning, I told her. What is wrong with me Sasha cried. I shouldn't have slept with you, but I was jealous of the relationship you and Melanie had so I wanted to seduce you and get to feel you in bed but I never thought she would walk in on us.

I didn't listen to a word she said. I just got my clothes on and walked with my keys to the car. I had had a car since I turned sixteen two years ago. My family was rich and wealthy but it never felt like home with them. We lived in a mansion together but it really seemed as though I had been living on my own for a long time now. I had a twin brother and a little sister whom I loved deeply but our parents were a different story. They loved my little sister and treated me and my brother like we were distant cousins just living in their house. I had had resentment for them since I turned thirteen. They had stopped trying to be a part of my life for a while now so I had gotten used to them not being here for anything at all. As I got home nobody was there. My brother was probably getting drunk at some part. My sister was at a sleepover, and my parents had gone on a business trip.

I was used to being alone but right now I needed someone more then ever. Since there was no one there I decided that drinking would be the next best thing. I had never been much of a drinker. Shit, I was only eighteen so I had only done it maybe once or twice. I took a bottle out and took a sip. The alcohol burned the back of my throat, but for some reason I had liked that burning sensation. I started taking more sips of the drink, which turned into gulps and bigger gulps. An hour had gone by and I had finished the whole bottle of vodka. I had never drank more than a small shot glass so by me drinking the whole bottle I was groggy and slurring my words. I called the last person on my phone list who just happened to be Sasha.

"Hey Sashhhaaa"

"Umm Damien, have you been drinking,  she asked me even though she had already know the answer to the question.

 Loooook Sash I know what we did was wrong, but your more experienced than she is and I want you again.

She hung up the phone, and I thought she wasn't coming until I head the doorbell ring fifteen minutes later. I opened it and it was Sasha but she was only wearing a huge hoodie that stopped right under her butt and some flip flops. She took my hand leading me to the room, we took everything off and I closed the door. That was the last thing I knew when I woke up the next morning wondering why she was in my bed. I had a massive headache and I knew I was hung over. I had seen my brother hung over many times, but never me. I had to always take care of my twin so I could never get drunk like I did the night before. I looked over at Sasha and so much guilt swooped in me like a punch to the gut. I had done it again, and I knew that if Melanie had found out we had done it twice in the same day, I would never get her back.

I silently walked out the door trying to not wake her up as I put her clothes on and called her an uber. I woke her up as soon as it got here and rushed her into the car sending her home. I knew she would be mad at me but I didn't care at that point. It was the next day and I had missed Melanie's flight. She would be halfway to New York by now and I would never see her again. I was going to a college here so that once I graduated I could get right in the family business. I had never wanted that life but it was what everyone else wanted. 

Once I graduated I kept pondering my father about letting me work at his New York office. He had a big branch there that I could run, and after four years I had finally found her. And I wasn't about to lose her again. She wasn't mine but to me she was. I wanted her more than anything, and from her father I had found out she had a son that could possibly be mine. If he was mine I would bring them home with me, and we would be a happy family together. But somehow I had to gain her trust and love again before she would ever agree to be a family with me.

Five years later.....

I was walking back to my car. I had just left Melanie's apartment and saw Ryan for the first time. He had brown eyes which means he couldn't have been my son. I still wanted a DNA test done so I was glad when she had accepted and set an appointment for tomorrow. I would arrive early to impress her. I stopped thinking, after the many girls I had slept with throughout these five past years I had never once thought about impressing any of them. And the one girl that hated me I wanted to impress her more than anyone, even my own father. I would have her back in my arms again and if Ryan was mine the first thing I would do is move them out of that small apartment and into my house with me. Even if it was forcefully.