The Mermaids' Mate

Chapter 58

"No fucking way. There is NO fucking way you have a sister." Melissa said after I explained everything about Asharah. "How does your mom forget to mention you have a sister?!"

"The same way she forgot to mention she's the fucking queen of the mermaids?" I shrugged, sipping on some coffee. "The same way she never talked about the merfolk? My powers. The reasons why we kept moving. My entire life, she has been lying and keeping secrets."

"You make a valid point," Melissa muttered. Amy nodded as well. "Does Damien know?"

"Not yet. I was going to tell Damien yesterday, but he had to leave, so I'll have to tell him either today or tomorrow." I also wanted to avoid having a serious conversation with him while driving.

"The real question is, did you two? You know." Amy wiggled her eyebrows. "Do it yet?"

"No. Damien said we could tonight."

"Are you excited? You're finally getting laid!" Melissa squealed.

"I am! Should I send him a nude to get him in the mood?" I asked them.

"Yes! Please do it! Did you bring anything sexy to wear?" Asked Amy. "You know Melissa likes to send you lingerie."

"Yeah. But they're at his house." Damien had taken my suitcases and my other boxes with him yesterday.

"Well? Let's go! He's not home right now. We can dress you up in something sexy and send him a picture." Amy said, standing up.

"Just like that? Just walk into his house like nothing?" I raised an eyebrow. Damien didn't like people in his home when he wasn't there.

"You're the Luna. That's your home now! I also have a spare key to his house, so we can get in." Amy said, taking out her keys.

"Oh, thank Lord Triton. Here I thought we were going to break into his house!" I scoffed.

"Hey! No need to be rude! Let's go!" Amy grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off the couch. Hopefully, there were only a few people out right now. I didn't want them to wonder why we were breaking into his home.

"If he gets mad. I'm blaming this on you!" I said to Amy as she unlocked the door.

"Yeah, yeah. Quit your whining." She scoffed, pushing me inside. She and Melissa follow behind me. It was eerie and quiet inside, but it was fancy inside.

"Wow. Fancy." I looked around. A beautiful chandelier hung from the ceiling—the dark wood walls decorated with family pictures and portraits dating back several generations. Damien's living room was decorated with vintage decor, books, and expensive furniture.

"Very cool, huh? It was built in the late 1800s. Has gone through many renovations throughout the years." Amy explained. His house was indeed very cool.

"This is a very nice place. You sure it's not haunted?" I asked. An old house like this had to have a few ghosts.

"We're not sure. It might be." Amy shrugged.

"That's reassuring," I muttered, looking around the room. "Where's Damien's room?"

"Follow me," Amy said, pulling me by my arm and up the stairs. "Only Mike has ever been in his room, and you, but you were asleep. I am very excited to see it! Oh goddess, what if he has a sex dungeon in there?"

"I highly doubt that." Damien didn't seem like the type to have one. We got to his door, and Amy slowly opened the door. She turned the light on, and we both peeked inside. His room looked much more modern than the rest of the house but still very neatly decorated with expensive furniture, a beautiful light fixture hanging from the ceiling, and his dark gray walls decorated with paintings and pictures.