His Drug

Chapter 31 🌶

Hot water hit my back as I washed the shampoo from my hair. After settling in I decide I should probably get cleaned up . The night before was quite hellish so it was well deserved. My mind was blank for the first time in forever, which was a relief considering all the stress going on. I turned off the shower as I stepped out and grabbed my towel. I waddle my way out of the small bathroom to the master bedroom that held a very comfy bed. I wanted to jump in and run my shaven legs on the soft silk sheets. The door opens greeting a very oblivious Damien,who is very focused on his phone.

I stood watching him as he walked and jumped into the bed. Not once did he notice me and my very naked self. Who was only covered by a thin towel. I wasn't even shocked of my nakedness, I was shocked at his master focus. There was zero thought behind his eyes just laser focus. I would usually by now tell him to get out but I was bored and he left me with an open window of opportunity. So I did the most outrageous thing I could think of. I yanked my towel off and threw it at him. Ive never put much thought into the way my body looked so I was unbothered. The bed was also high enough to hide anything below and I covered my chest with my arms. The towel landed on his head completely blind siding him.

"what the.." his voice faltered once the fabric was at his side and he was looking directly at me. His eyes widened at the sight of my nakedness. He visibly gulped as his cheeks became flush. "what are you doing?" his voice was low and confused as he diverted his eyes to my face. I met his stare with a glare of my own. "I should be the one asking you that. You somehow made it from point A to B without even noticing I was in here?" I rolled my eyes as I turned around and made my way to the closet with my backside on full display. I couldn't help but flip him off as he continued to stare.

I returned wearing my pjs and to find a very quiet Damien. I climbed into bed completely ignore his questioning stare. As I laid my head down on my pillow I felt a hand reach up to my forehead. "Are you sick?..." His words were laced with genuine concern as he looked down at me. I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Deathly..." I say faking a cough as I laugh. He looks at me rolling his eyes as he lets out a chuckle. He pulls me to him a lays his head into the crook of my neck. "You know you have a freckle on your left ass cheek, also you have a cute butt" he says wraps his arm around my waist. I smile shyly as he hides his face into my shoulder. I knew he was exhausted, we had gone through so much in the last forty eight hours. He deserved a break.
"Damien..." I say quietly as I put a hand into his hair and my other one on his back. He hums a muffled yes as he tiredly lays nearly on-top of me.
"I'm proud of you" I say kissing the top of his head.
Once I say those words I feel his grip on me tighten. He kisses my neck. "Thank you Angel" he says. My heart skips a beat. He's never called me that before. I blush, "you're welcome handsome" I say holding him closer. My heart fluttered in my chest. This man could say something so simple...yet here I am with butterflies.
My butterflies are cut short when Damien's phone rings. He groans and pulls himself up. "I can't catch a break..." he says and hits the answer button. "Hello" his tone is curt and tired.

"Hello Damien"

The voice...it's his voice.

"I'd hate to ruin you love birds time but I'm impatient"

It's sinister and calculated

"You have ten minutes. Or your pretty little dove is mine"

The call goes dead.

"Shit."