ℍ𝔸ℝ𝔻𝕊ℍ𝕀ℙ (Falling #2)

27

Avery

"I am sorry, you and Kai?" Rika whispers. I fight back the thoughts of walking away. I still don't know if Damon has cameras or even tiny microphones somewhere in the penthouse. We couldn't slip up, not if he could hear us.

"What? He can do you but he can't do me?" I challenge, watching as a smirk plays on Michael's face. He understands what is going on, he is always one step ahead of us. He is like my brother and he knows the way I think.

But honestly, channeling my anger is relieving my stress. Rika might not deserve it but when you need a scapegoat, she is the perfect candidate.

"I can't believe you." She sounds very tired of me and maybe she knows what my plan is. I told them I had one, didn't I? She just needs to figure it out.

"What? Are you jealous?"

This display is by far the funniest and most satisfying one we ever did. Perhaps because I am putting her in her place but I always do that so it probably is not the case.

"Fuck you, Avery" she winks as she slowly shakes her head. She is clever, isn't she?

"Whatever, I'll see ya!" I yell, marching toward the elevator. Will follows me, a confused look on his face. Must I tell them the whole plan?

I am ninety-nine percent sure it has worked. If it hasn't, I am totally screwed. We all are.
We need to take back the advantage. If we don't, things are going to go to shit faster than we can imagine.

"Be careful" he whispers as his lips come down on the left side of my neck. I giggle against his touch and lean into him. Walking isn't as easy as I thought it would be, my legs are aching.

Will comes back to face me and I shrink as he kisses the top of my forehead. He trusts me more than he trusts anyone. It kind of scares me, not going to lie.

I have to live up to his expectations and I want to, I need to. Damon is making that difficult.

When I walk out of the elevator, I spot him right away. He's smoking, right outside the building. I don't know why I am not telling everyone where he's hiding, we would have the upper hand. But what good does that do for him?

I pretend I haven't seen him and walk in the opposite direction. Maybe wearing heels wasn't the best idea ever. Fucking Michael.

He said that what Damon loves most about me are my legs and heels really showcase them. I totally believe him but he is wrong. What he loves the most about my body is how much it reacts to his touch, every part.

I wonder if it does that with Will. I mean, I know it does but not as much as with Damon. I come alive as his fingers brush against my skin. That hasn't happened with Will.

"Avery" I hear him say, walking in steps beside me. I glance at him, feeling the heat reach my cheeks. I know he knows, and shame is all he wants me to handle. This is not going to be fun.

"Damon" A smile rises on my lips as he takes my wrist and forces me to follow him. He takes me to an alley I know too well. His grip doesn't loosen until I am pinned against the wall. His lips are inches away from mine and all I can think about is how much I want him to fuck me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he says, pointing one of his fingers at my chest. I try to take a step forward but I am trapped. I could easily take control but whenever Damon is close, that part of me just vanishes.

In all honesty, I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.

His eyes keep traveling from my eyes to my mouth. We both want the same thing and we both are aware of how wrong it is. Will is waiting for me and I love him, I truly do.

Why the fuck am I the one having to do this? That's a stupid question. I am just so tired of not knowing what to say and do, he confuses me. One second I am unconditionally in love with Will but my love for him fades whenever Damon is with me.

I can almost hear his heart, I can see it moving in my chest. We are not handling this well, correction, I am screwing this up.

"You are jealous," I say, the words coming out barely loud as a whisper. My head is swarming with so many things, it's the only thing I could think to say. I have done this, I have messed up Will's life, and mine.

"How did they fuck you? Tell me" He sounds angry, maybe there's a little bit of sadness there. He probably knows I did it to drag him out of his hiding spot.

"I was on top of Kai, Will was on top of me" I breathe out. My clit is throbbing, begging for any sort of affection.

Damon closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against mine. I can hear his shaky breaths as he controls himself. What exactly does he want to do to me?

"Oh Avery, what have you become?"

Tears fill my eyes and a sob might have come out too because he looks up at me, surprise registers on his face for a tiny second.

That's when I knew I have messed up the plan. He can read me like a book, I shouldn't have been the one to take care of this, I will drag us to the bottom of the ocean.

"You're a fucking slut"

I cry again and this time, he doesn't wipe my tears. Maybe because he is watching me so carefully, he thinks nothing could make me break. But I am breaking so fast, I crumble and I curl up against the small thing we have left.

And then, his mouth is on mine and he's pushing his entire body against me. It's like I can't breathe but at the same time, I don't want to. My fingers are buried in his hair and I am riding against his thigh. I don't even care as I moan and know people are still out in the streets. This feels strangely comforting. Probably because it happened with Will too.

I am so fucked up.

"Fuck yes" Damon almost yells as I unbutton his jeans. I think we have been waiting for this moment for so long that we can't take it anymore. Being without him is unsupportable and I was dumb for thinking it could ever be okay.

He tells me to hold on as he walks toward some entry of the building and I really hope the guys and Rika aren't watching the cameras right now. This is some bullshit I don't want to have to deal with.

People might have seen Damon and me, if they have, I am once again more valuable. The clock is ticking, they will kidnap me or do something like that soon. We just need to prepare for it. But if I am going to die or whatever, I want to say goodbye.

That is also some sick bullshit because they won't kidnap me, or will they?

"You're so hot," he says, throwing me on his freaking bed. I don't know how we ended up here and I take in my surroundings. The last time I pushed him away, I will not do that mistake again.

The first thing he does is undress me as he strokes himself. He groans in my ear and when I take his cock in my hands, shakes his head. He lets me work with him as I want and I don't rush this because I want it to last forever. I want to be with him, forever.

I have made my choice clear.

Everyone is going to hate me.