Illusions of Trust

Chapter Thirteen: Attractive hotties = unwanted drama magnet pt. 1

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Chapter Thirteen:

Skyler's POV

"Are you mad about earlier?"

I looked back at Damon, his haunting eyes fixated on me making a delicious shiver run down my spine.

"No," I said as I turned away from the hotness that was standing a little too close for comfort and unlocked my apartment door, quickly scurrying inside.

"Can I ask you a question?" I walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge door and pulling out a Dr. Pepper, before grabbing a seat at the kitchen bar.

I heard him groan as he plopped himself down on my couch. "Considering the fact you have done nothing else but ask questions the whole car ride home, why not?"

"Alright then," I opened the Dr. Pepper, trying to push away the little twinge of anger that rose at him putting his feet on my very breakable glass coffee table, "What exactly are you?"

He blinked at me. "Aren't you going to offer me one?" He evaded, motioning towards the soda can. "That's not being a very good host you know."

"Don't care." I took a sip and narrowed my eyes. "Anyway, answer the question."

He cocked an eyebrow right back at me before crossing his arms and smirking at me. "I want a Dr. Pepper."

"And I want Ian Somerhaulder from the Vampire Diaries to be my husband, but neither of these situations seem like they're going to happen so," Damon started to growl at the mention of the other guy's name, but I raised a hand. "Cut the petty growling and answer the freaking question."

He smiled. "And if I say no?"

If you say no . . . , I racked my brain for a great punishment for this egoistical man before a cruel smile stretched across my face.

"You and the toilet plunger can go for round two." I said triumphantly, crossing my arms over my chest and trying hard not to giggle at his disgusted face.

You're bluffing, He whispered in my mind, watching me warily.

I smiled as I relaxed into my seat, loving the feeling of power that washed over me with this. "Am I?"

He sighed. "I give; What's the question again?" He leaned back on my couch and made himself comfortable once again.

I couldn't help but notice the way his arms bulged with lean, roped muscle even though he was just relaxing on my couch.

Mm, I thought, wetting my lips before mentally slapping myself.  Stop that!  

I caught him chuckling to himself, making my face flame knowing that he probably  heard that.

I cleared my throat and tried to move on to another, less embarrassing topic than how good Nyx looked reclining on my sofa.

"Based off the earlier information about the Kingdoms and stuff . . . what are you?" I whispered, excitement leaking into my voice.  

He didn't say anything for a while, and I felt the silence start to grow awkward as I watched him studying me.

"Obviously I'm a prince." He answered seriously after what seemed like hours of silence.

"Oooh, what's next? You found out the sun is big and bright?" I answered back sarcastically at his little statement.

He cocked an eyebrow at me and frowned disapprovingly.