For Your Love. {Damiano David}

Chapter Sixty Five - Beggin.

Put your loving hand out, baby
'Cause I'm beggin'

I'm beggin', beggin' you
So put your loving hand out, baby
I'm beggin', beggin' you
So put your loving hand out, darlin'

Ridin' high, when I was king
I played it hard and fast, 'cause I had everything
I walked away, but you warned me then
But easy come and easy go and it would end

So, any time I need ya, let me go
Yeah, any time I feed you, get me? No
Any time I see you, let me know
But I planted that seed, just let me grow
I'm on my knees while I'm beggin'
'Cause I don't want to lose you
Hey yeah, ratatata

I walk through to the kitchen where the girls were pouring drinks for all of us into these fancy wine glasses. Cleo glances up first and grins. 

"Where did you run off to?" 

"Sorry I lost track of time and got too into unpacking" I mention as they chuckle.

"We were thinking we could just get to know each other over drinks, does that sound alright?" Noelle asks me. Did they even have to ask if drinks were involved?

"Of course, that sounds great" I nod as I help them set up the glasses and grab the wine from the corner of the room, placing it down on the table. 

"Let's get drunk!" Jazz cheers, clapping her hands excitedly.

An hour later.

We were all laughing loudly around the table with our glasses of wine clutched in our hands. Jazz had just told us about the time she got arrested in Paris for agreeing to a very stupid dare while with people she was meant to be impressing. It obviously didn't go down well at all.

"So they just didn't message you again?" Cleo questions curiously, covering her mouth with a large smile on her face.

"I got fired from my modelling job so I guess you could say yeah... they never messaged me again" She nods, sipping her wine. "What about you Eve? Have you ever been arrested?"

"I guess you could say so" I smirk at the memory.

January 8th 2019

So today it was Damiano's twentieth birthday and my nonna and I had spent all day with his family having a lovely barbecue at their house. It was now later on in the night and we had met the band and their outer circle of friends. I had invited a few of my friends seeing as Damiano gets along really well with them which was really nice to see. He had mentioned a week or two ago that he wanted them to be there.

The only problem was... I hated one of the bands friends... well me and my friends did. We hated one of them with a burning passion and sometimes I even resented my own boyfriend for surrounding himself with that kind of person. His name is Roman and he is the biggest pile of shit you'll ever meet. Over the years he's made very inappropriate comments towards me and my friends who I've invited out with us while Damiano and the band weren't around. Sometimes he even made digs at us while they were there, they just didn't realize how serious it actually was and I understood that seeing as my friends and I never really fully opened up about things he says and does. I was trying to avoid the dude anyway, I didn't want anything ruining Damiano's twentieth birthday.

I sway my hips to the club music as Damiano has his hand firmly placed on my lower back, pulling me closer to dance against me. He bites his lip, smiling down at me moving my body against his sexually to the beat. It was a quarter to one and I was glad none of us were leaving anytime soon, the plan was to head to the 24/7 cocktail bar after this.

"Have you had a good birthday baby?" I ask him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His spare hand takes my chin and pulls me in to peck his lips multiple times.