Four days go by and I don't see or hear from Damien. I never got his number, so it's not like I can text him. This is a first for me, I've never been ghosted by a guy before sex.
Despite being disappointed, I don't dwell on the fact I haven't heard from him. I spend my time focusing on the puppies and I continue focusing on visiting various attractions in Rome. I came here for Rome, not to be distracted by some mystery guy. That's all he was, a nice distraction. I text back and forth with Evan, keeping him updated on my vacation, sharing photos from my adventures with him. He looks forward to meeting the puppies. I don't make any mention of Damien, not wanting to upset Evan. Even though Evan is my best friend, I know he is hoping for more.
On day five of no word from Damien, I spend the day at Piazza Navona. The day goes quickly as I quickly become mesmerized by the old structures, getting lost in their beauty and their history. The sun is setting when I become aware of a growling in my stomach, a reminder I have not eaten since breakfast. I take one last look at the scenery, about to turn around.
"How about dinner?" A husky, Russian voices fills my ear. I can feel his breath on the shell of my ear as his chest presses against my back. I turn around to find Damien standing behind me, his hands in his pockets. I take in his handsome form as I debate about what he is offering. I am about to answer when my stomach decides to answer for me, growling loudly.
Damien moves forward towards me, grabbing my hand and leading the way to his bike. Like always, he gives me his helmet to put on and I straddle the bike, grabbing onto his hard abs. Like before, he messages someone to come get my bike. I squeeze even harder when the motorcycle lurches forward, taking us away from Piazza Navona.
I take in the scenery as Damien continues to drive. I am surprised as Damien drives through the heart of Rome and continues, leading us away from the city. I want to ask where is he taking me, but I doubt he will be able to hear me over the roar of his bike. Part of me is scared that Damien, this sexy, lethal man is taking me someone unknown, but the other part of me is excited.
After what seems like forever, the bike turns onto a empty road that takes us to a driveway with a large iron gate. I watch in amazement as the gates open as Damien pulls up, allowing us to pass through. I turn my head and watch as the gates close behind us, once again blocking the entrance. We continue down the long drive way until I see a house appear. Damien stops his bike in front of the house and gets off, holding out his hand for me to join him. I slowly get off the bike, my eyes not leaving the enormous house before me. I take off the helmet to better appreciate the beautiful house.
"Where are we?" I am finally able to speak, still trying to take in this massive house.
"We are at my home, krasotka. We are going to have dinner."
My eyebrows furrow at his words. "You... you live here? I thought you lived in Russia."
Damien smiles at my confusion. "I do live in Russia. But I own a few houses in a couple different countries, this being one of them."
I am still taking all this in. For some reason, I did not think of Damien owning a home like this. Damien gives off a dark, lethal vibe. This house is anything but that. It looks like the typical Italian house, present with colorful flowers. It gives off a warm, homey feel. Something I never expected from him.
Damien must get tired of waiting for me, because before I know it I am picked up and thrown over his shoulder, his hard muscles digging into my abdomen. I will say, this gives me a wonderful view of his amazing ass. Boldness courses through me as I spank it, feeling the hard muscle under my palm. "Put me down! I can walk!" I say exasperated.
Of course Damien doesn't listen. He unlocks the door and carries me through the house until he reaches his destination, the dining room. As he sets me in my chair, I am immediately assaulted by the delicious smells drifting though the air.
