Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 - 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎

The morning sun was blazing through the open window, allowing the breeze to come through. I sat next to it as I watched Damien pace back and forth in the kitchen. He phone was placed gently against his ear, and his healed hand rubbing against his forehead. Damien seemed annoyed and almost concerned. I had no idea on who he was speaking to. It seemed like he had been on the phone with this person for hours, yet I'm sure it was just minutes. He'd laugh every now and then, but then it would replaced by a different tone. It gave me some sort of anxiety.

"Alright, alright." He sighed, "I'll try...okay, bye." Damien turned off the phone and tucked it into his pocket. He laughed as he made eye-contact with me, sensing my uneasiness.

"Who was that?" I questioned, trying to hide the jealousy in my voice. Damien laughed again and sat next to me, smiling, "It was my mom."

I gave him a confused look. I forget people actually have decent parents sometimes. I smiled back at him, "What did she need?"

Damien playfully rolled his eyes and mocked his mom voice, "For a son that loves his mother, he sure doesn't come to visit like he should."

I giggled softly, "You should go see her then? I'm sure she'd enjoy that."

He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest, "I don't know. It's hard to leave the business for such a long time..." We remained silent for a minute before he sucked in a deep breath and shuffled in his seat, "You could come with me?"

I choked slightly, not expecting such a response from him. I stared at him, astonished. He quickly gave me a panicked look, "My mom doesn't like me going alone anymore, since..." He trailed off, "Chase normally goes with me, but he's going to court this week."

I remained silent. I didn't know what to say. Was his mom expecting me to come? Was she expecting someone to actually come with him? Was he expecting a girlfriend? I felt Damien's glaze continue to fall on me. He was waiting for an answer, and a good one.  I opened my mouth to speak, but Damien had beat me to it.

"I know you're not all about that, but it would make her happy to know that I'm not alone. And that Chase isn't my only friend." Damien gave me a small, crooked smile, "Please."

I sighed and silently agreed. Damien beamed and placed a soft kiss onto my forehead, then squeezing my hands, "Thank you, thank you!" He stood, the excitement flowing from his body. He laughed, "I appreciate it." I released a small laugh. I couldn't ignore the knot that had tied itself in my stomach. This was going to be bad.

It didn't take long before Damien had suitcases packed and loaded into the car. He could barely sit still. He could barely keep his hand steady to start the car.

"Oh, you're just going to love her! She's a baker, and she makes the best crepes! Oh! And homemade lemon pies-" He continued to rabble on and on about how great his mother was growing up. It made me angry in some way. Biting my tongue had became painful, and blood began to spill into my mouth. I ripped up a napkin from the side door, spitting into it. Damien stared at the napkin, and he stopped talking.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, "I didn't realize that it was bothering you."

"No, please." I growled, "Please continue to talk about how great your mom is, Damien."

Damien shrunk down in the driver's seat. His smile had faded and he seemed to space out. I stared at him with a soften look. It wasn't his fault, I shouldn't have done that to him. For what he's done to me? It's unfair.

"Damien, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's fine." He half-heartedly laughed, "It's okay."

The rest of the ride to the airport was completely silent. The guilt built in my chest and caused me to feel nauseas. We boarded the private jet in complete silence, and Damien had decided to sit up with the pilots.

The trip was dead silent beside the roar of the engines.

Our final transportation was a taxi that took us to the outskirts of the city. There were no street lights, only dark woods. Damien stared out the window, using his hand to prop his head up. His eyes scanned the familiar environment. I cautiously rested my hand on top of his and he slowly turned towards me.

"I'm sorry, Damien." I cried, "I didn't mean to act like that. It just makes me so-"

He stopped me, then placing a soft kiss onto my lips. I was almost surprised by this, and was frozen in place.

"It's okay." He smiled while he caressed my cheek, "I understand, so it's okay."

I said nothing else, but gave Damien a small smile while he wrapped his fingers around mine. The taxi then pulled to a stop, and Damien squeezed my hand in reassurance. I peered out the window.

Flowers lined the driveway in various colors, and some rested under the windows. The front door had been painted yellow. Damien tipped the driver and grabbed our luggage from the trunk, then handing me the keys so I could unlock the door.

I placed the key into the knob and twisted it open. Inside, the house was dark except from the light that was produced from the microwave. I heard some steps, almost silent on the wooden floor. Damien softly dropped the luggage, bent down and began to pet something. A cat. It was a white cat, who was quite large in size. Her eyes glowed almost in the dark. "Her name is Lucy." Damien smiled in the dark. Then the room suddenly lit up.

"Well excuse me!' A voice called from at the top of the steps. We both jerked out heads up. Damien grinned, "Mama!"

"You've gotten so big!" She smiled.

"Mama, it's been a year." Damien smiled back, "I've been a little to busy to hit the gym these days."

"I heard..." She trailed off, "The shooting. It's too much Damien, no wonder you're so stressed all the time."

"It's gotten better, I promise." Damien reassured then turning to me, "Anyways. This is my girlfriend and business partner, (Y/N)."

I gave him a small confused look. I didn't know we had labelled anything. I didn't know we were there yet.

I shook my head and smiled to her, the awkwardness was unbearable.

"I'd hug you, but.." She looked down at herself, "I'm in a robe..." I giggled softly and shuffled my feet.

"Well, I'm sure you're both exhausted! There's a bedroom upstairs, the bed isn't made but in the closet-"

"I've got it, mama." Damien placed a hand on her shoulder before heading up the steps, with me following close behind.

I rested on the bed, watching Damien as he shoved our clothes into the small dresser across the room. My mind was racing.

"I'm sure mom will have some nice, hot donuts for us in the morning. Then I was thinking that we could-"

"We're together?" I blurted, then embarrassed at my own words.

Damien stared up at me, since he was resting on his knees, "I thought we were?"

"Well, I mean, you never asked or anything. I mean, I didn't know that we were-"

"I kissed you." He laughed, "And I want to keep kissing you, so yes. We're together."

I felt heat rise in my chest as Damien moved to sit next to me. He leaned in close, his lips inches away from mine. My breath stuttered as I stared at them, scared to move.

Damien then moved away clearing his throat then gesturing somewhere down the hall, "There's a bathroom down there, if you want to change into something more comfortable."

I giggled softly and collected some of my things. Our faces were bright red.

He smiled to me, "I'll be waiting here."