Love or Hate?

"AN ITCHY SITUATION"

OLIVIA

This party didn't seem that formal for the client hosting it was quite young; late 30's at best. As for the guest, most were models and their agents.

I've met Clive Whitehall; Sophia's agent and he seemed uptight and most likely forced to be here.

I've shared a dance with Mason and along with Jackson we were now helping ourselves to the buffet. Just as Mason tugs my hand for another dance the music lowers and the host appears on the mini-set stage.

Introductions and thanks were given to 'L Corps' and the CEO was called upon.

Towards the end Damon was to be on stage but he was nowhere to be seen. Awkward silence follows as our CEO ends his speech and the party resumes.

"Where is he?" The CEO walks towards me and questions.

"Just got a call, said it's a tummy bug" I wave my phone and excuse myself from the party heading home.

Just as I enter I bite my lips to hold in my laughter for there on the floor was his blazer, tie, shirt and pants leading all the way to his room.

I knock once and open his door to see him only in his towel about to sit on his bed.

"I wouldn't if I were you" I warn and he stalks angrily at me while I try not to gawk at his abs and a few prominent scars on his torso along with his tattooed arm in black.

"Turn around" I state and he surprisingly does so. Back of his left arm were Roman Numerals and just by it a scar that was no doubt caused by a bullet wound.

"Right, my turn" What? Faster than I could comprehend he lifts me into his arms and locks me down atop his bed.

Oh no, the itch is beginning.

"What did I do to ever deserve this" He states taking his time in talking while I struggled in his hold.

"Are you kidding me Lucifer! You kissed me"

"All that just for a kiss?" he leans down close to my ear and whispers, "Wonder what I'd get if I had fucked you" A drop of water falls from his wet hair and on instinct I lick it off my lips.

"Nope. Never." I shake my head harshly and almost beg him to let me go, the itchiness!

"Lets call a truce. If a prank is done, both have to help in cleaning the mess"

"Deal!" I scream and wince a little trying to scratch my back but by then I decided to run to his bathroom and shove myself in the shower.

Relief.