[18+] Nevaeh Sinclair returns to her hometown. Weary of the familiar faces, the return of tumultuous feelings that await her, and her mother's revolving door of partners. Reunited with Damon Angelo Coyne, the man who once shattered her heart, Nevae...
A/N: This is the first time I'm doing a dual POV story. I used to stay away from writing those kind of stories, because I love not knowing what is in the other characters' minds. But lately, I've been writing fan-fiction (they are not available on this platform) in third person. Basically, I love the idea of knowing that characters have feelings for the other character, but neither of them know but you do. It is a nice frustration. So, I will try with this story! Fingers-crossed!!
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Chapter 2: A Name That Started with "N" Damon
I tilt my head back, as Blaze tried to get my attention. His stocks on some cryptocurrency went up, and he was at fifty two thousand dollars. It was a new thing to discuss. I dabbled on stocks here and there, but I was not that interested in it. Blaze was obsessed with it. He even had a whole analytical chart to keep track of patterns.
I, on the other hand, was more interested in the people who invest in stocks in my company. I ran a company specializing in good quality cameras. At first, it was just an idea, but it quickly became one of the top selling companies in the world, after Canon.
I brought my head back to see Nick taking his first. With the three of us, Nick was first, Blaze was second, and I was third, not too far from either of them.
Next to us, a few tables down, there was a group of women engaging in conversation while having drinks, I guess having a ladies night out. I caught them looking over occasionally, but neither of us have the courage to go to each other as of now.
Maybe after having a few more drinks, I could loosen myself up. Right now, I felt unduly tense. It felt like I had knots on my shoulders and neck. I could faintly hear words but could not decipher what they were. It was until I finally heard Nick calling my name, "Damon! Are you even listening?"
I strengthened my body, holding onto the class a little harder. "Oh yes, the deal you were talking about? Do you plan on selling anymore?" I tried to cue back into the conversation. Nicolas was a big time real estate agent. He owned quite a few buildings that were worth millions. His plan was to create an empire.
"So you weren't listening?" he said. "Okay, so back to the beginning." .
As I glanced at my side, I noticed a woman with brown, long hair, looking at me from the same table my eyes were on. Not saying it was my own vanity, but I thought she was impressed with what she saw. Perhaps my listening skills, but that was most likely not the case. Nick noticed too and hooked his arm around my neck, whispering in my ears, "She is stunning. What are you going to do about it? She keeps staring at you."
"Nothing," I said, slightly pushing him off me, I glared at him and looked back at the woman. She was barely listening to the conversation with her friends. She was cute, but I was not interested. If I approached her, it wouldn't be fair. If this was years ago, I would do anything that meant I could get in her pants. But I have not been that way in about five years. Perhaps, not as frequently as before.
"Not me," Nick said, "I never hesitate!" He said this now as if he wasn't so in love with Emma from university. I laughed at his stupidity and invited myself to the bar. I bought myself one of their mediocre exorbitant drinks and gulped down one-third of it. I walked back to our lane, kicked my feet onto the table. "Yeah, right," I replied, "Remember blonde Emma."
"That was after dating soccer Emma," Blaze joined in, sitting beside us.
Nick sucked his tongue inside his mouth, you could see it poking at the side of his jaw. "Okay, that's fine. At least, I'm finally over the Emmas. What about you, Mr. I'm-Not-Interested Damon Coyne?"
"What about me?"
"We all know your special lady friend is back." Nevaeh Sinclair. I haven't talked to her in five years. The last time I saw her was two weeks ago at a coffee shop. I didn't even talk to her then, barely looked at her. I couldn't talk to her. I couldn't care about her anymore.
"That's over," I said.
"Okay, if it is over, how about I get with Nevaeh? She is sexy and smart. Best of both worlds," he announced, smirking, because he knew that it would bother me, and it did.
"Shut the fuck up, Nick," I hissed.
Nick smirked, slipping his phone in his hands. He was all about work. He didn't really need to work if he didn't want to. He was born with money. But I knew the kind of responsibilities that came with it. "Why? I thought it was over?"
Five years ago. That was when I broke her heart. I didn't mean to, but I did. As I was thinking of Nevaeh, the brunette woman from the other table was walking towards me. She batted her eyes and swung hips, twirling her drink in her hands. Nothing lends to anything. I knew if I wanted, I could fuck her.
For some reason, the only woman that was in my mind had a name that started with an "N". I had to be over Nevaeh. I didn't deserve her. I had to forget.
The night ended shortly, and I found myself in my white Audi.. As tempted I was to bring the woman home, I knew there was no point. No matter how many women I slept with, the only woman I always had in my mind was Nevaeh. I still do.
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My muscles were tense as I pulled up the drive through of Nash residence. Emily Nash invited the gang for formal dinner. She told everyone they could bring one guest if they told her ahead of time. I didn't bring anyone, because I wasn't seeing anyone special. Nash residence consisted of a contemporary bungalow; dimmed lights flashed the neatly cut grass.
So far, I could spot Nick's green jag parked by someone's black Honda accord. My guess that Nick brought someone with him was as good as the next person.
The Nash family has two daughters. One was Emily, and the other was Emma, blonde Emma. Nick was secretly in love with Emma. But he never had the courage to tell her how he truly felt. But we all knew it. It was always the way he looked at her.
I got out of the car, grabbed my jacket from the other chair, and put it on. Getting into the house was no foreign thing to me. A few years back, we used to always come here, parties, get togethers, everything you can imagine. Ever since we all went to college or prioritized working, we don't get together as often as before.
No introduction was needed once I got there. I saw Nick without a guest. I knew it. He was still in love with Emma. Emma was on the other side of the room, talking to Marisol-- her best friend.
"Well, well, how are you since last night?" Nick teased, making me remember the stupid thing I did last night. I won't lie, I did enjoy myself to an extent. However, it just didn't feel right.
Instead of giving him a response, I redirected, "Isn't your girl over there?" I nodded my head towards Emma's direction without her acknowledgement.
"Fuck you," Nick mumbled, taking a sip of the refreshments. It seemed like everyone was almost here. Jesse might come late since his commute was a bit longer. But then again, Jesse was always late. It was like it was in his blood. If Emily was smart enough, she would have told him to be here by 2 pm, so he could come in at 6 pm. Jesse was that kind of guy.
I grabbed myself some refreshments. As I took a sip of the ice, cold water, Jesse came. Alright, we were all here. So I thought. It was not until I heard the name Sinclair. And I felt my world had come to a stop.
__________ A/N: Here's Damon perspective. Again, this is the first time I'm doing dual pov. Wish me luck 😭😭
