Love Me In The Dark (A Damon Story)

Chapter 8

Simon's POV

The first time I kissed I was 15, I don't even remember the girl's name, I just remember she had a tattoo of gena with a rose that she got at a rock festival. And then came the real kisses with the girls I dated. Kissing David Walliams on New Year's Day? It sounds like a bloody joke straight out of a comedy show nightmare. I was supposed to be saying goodbye. I was nice to him in the middle of his fucking drama with his alcoholic ex-girlfriend and ended up getting kissed by the man right in the middle of a snowstorm. How cliche is that? It took me by surprise and many factors caused my body to react and my mind to shut down. Sinitta in America, no sex for over a month and my recent preoccupation with someone I barely know. I kiss him back, I am weak for a mere 5 seconds, five seconds where everything stops and crumbles inside me. Five, I am completely alone and empty. Four, David enters my life and turns it upside down. Three, I care about someone I just met. Two, I see the madness in Carrie Davis' eyes as I push her away from David. One, David tried to take his own life multiple times. Zero. I push him away from me and glare at him angrily.

"Simon...," I hear him call my name as I sort my head out.

"No!" I mutter unable to look him in the eye. "I don't know what fantasy you have about me but get this through your fucking head, I'm not gay and I could never in my life fall in love with someone like you," I snap and walk away.

I walk out of the house without saying goodbye or looking at anyone and get in my car. I just want to get away, to get away from the momentary lapse where I felt something real for someone for the first time in my life. I drive, just drive, trying to make every mile erase those five seconds when he became my world. It's wrong. It's a man who just kissed me. I couldn't have liked being kissed by a man. I repeat in my head that I'm not gay. I like women, I've never in my fucking life been attracted to a man. How the fuck did this happen? I realise I've increased my speed too much as I get lost in my confused thoughts. I focus on the road and stop at a nearby bar. I get out of the car and enter the place. I take refuge at the farthest table in the place. It's surprising that it's open at 2am on New Year's Eve. A sultry brunette with blue eyes and porcelain skin approaches me.

"Can I help you, sweetheart?" she asks and I just smile at her.

A bottle of Bourbon and 3 cigarettes later, the sexy brunette named Kira and I found ourselves in my car kissing passionately. My shirt unbuttoned and her dress almost at her waist. My hands busy on her body and my mouth now devouring her neck. The ringing of my phone manages to distract us from our moment and Kira pulls away from me handing me the phone.

David Walliams

My screen lights up with his name on it and the insistent ringing continues. Kira attacks my neck with wet kisses and I respond.

"Will you stop calling me, Walliams? I'm about to have sex with a pretty girl," I demand. "Sorry if I hurt your feelings but I don't fuck people like you," I sneer. Drunk I'm even crueler than sober. That's what they say.

"You're drunk," he points out. His voice sounds concerned on the other end of the phone.

"You won the million dollars, Walliams, now go back to your family and let me go back to my dirty game," I mumble as I feel Kira's hands go to my belt.

"I quit," he mumbles into the phone, her voice breaking.

Everything I know comes to me like a bolt of lightning. Images of him suffering from nightmares. Images of him trying to take his own life. Images of David in deep emotional pain. All because of me. No, I can't let that happen. I push Kira away from me and sigh in frustration.

"David, this is not a good time, do you hear me? You can't quit when your boss is drunk and confused because you kissed him," I snap. "I need to take the confusion away," I whisper more to myself than to him.