Love or Hate?

"DEPTHS OF THE WATER"

DAMON

Mason Jefferson is officially a crack-head but... so am I.

My father has left to meet a client in Hawaii to set up an offer and mother accompanied him as well. The house is free and Mason's throwing a pool party excluding the old hags; the seniors.

As for the young adults, excitement buzzed through cubicle to cubicle and seems that Olivia got the news as well.

"I need a ride tonight..." Olivia asks just as I'm about to leave for the party.

"Ask your friends."

"My brother decided to surprise me by giving my ride a new paint-job, said it'll be done by tomorrow, soooooo" She drags on as her glossy painted lips form an 'o'.

I curse my eyes for raking down her body and I would be lying if I said I wasn't turned on.

She wore a black crop-top with white jean-shorts which made her curves appear sexier and Olivia's outfit also consisted of her signature high-tops.

Agreeing to give her a lift, little did she know there was going to be a catch!

OLIVIA

Handsome men paired with equally beautiful women crowded the house and the patio. I was currently enjoying the moment for once with Jackson and Sophia dancing our hearts out.

The weather was warm tonight and although a dip sounds cool right now, I'd rather not. Jackson found a partner and is exchanging saliva with and as for Sophia; she's gone looking for Damon.

Speaking of the devil, I hear his voice from the second floor where a few cannonballed from into the pool. Taking a few steps back I make the mistake of looking up and now thanks to Damon, I'm drenched in ice cold water.

Here's the worst part; due to the impact of the water, I splash straight into the pool behind me.

Sinking lower into the water, the cheers of the crowd and music fades.

Instead my mind takes me back to the most terrifying experience of my life...which I tried to bury deep but I'm back to the moment I couldn't breath, where my lungs were filled with everything but oxygen. Yet, this time it was not the fire that was consuming me... it was the water.

Moments pass before I'm being pulled towards the surface by strong arms.
I gasp for air and hold tight onto the broad shoulders of...Damon Levon.

"Fuck, I thought-"

"I want to leave...please." I plead in a soft voice and still hold him tighter not wanting to let go just yet...

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