Scared To Love You Again

8

Leila

So far, it's been about five minutes since we've been riding in his car and not one word was spoken. He still makes me feel so nervous around him yet I was just about two seconds away from having Damian fuck me senseless in front of the entire building. I almost forgot where I was as soon as I laid eyes on him. I didn't know he was gonna show up, but I most definitely wanted to remind him of what he was missing. Honestly, it felt good. Real good. The way he brushed his hands against my warm skin. How he groped my neck with such admirable dominance. Mmmm. I can just feel the flashbacks sending shock waves through my body.

"Reminiscing over there?"

Snapping out of my trance, I didn't realize I was hypnotically stroking my neck. I shamefully covered myself with Damian's large jacket while awkwardly shifting in the passenger seat. "Um. It's too quiet in here. You have any music?"

Damian silently turns his volume up a little to The Weeknd already being played.

"Oh naaah. Turn this up. This is my shit." I said while getting overly excited.

He turns the music up more and I can't help, but get in tune and sing along.

Damian chuckles and smiles to himself.

"What?"

His eyes still focused on the road. "Nothing. I see why you dance cause you still can't sing for shit."

"Well you ain't no Mariah Carey neither, so why are you tryna play me?"

Laughing, he puts his hands up in surrender. "My fault, my fault. Alright mama. I'ma let you be great." He leans back in his seat while guiding the steering wheel with one hand. Meow

"Mhm. I didn't think so." I softly say then turning my body towards the window admiring the nighttime sky on the way back home until Damian takes the opposite route to my apartment. "Y-you missed the turn."

"We're not going to your apartment. You're staying with me tonight." Oh Heavens.

....

After arriving to his building, Damian parks his vehicle in the lower level of the garage. He trails around the opposite side of the car to greet me, taking my hand to help me out. Still such a gentleman, I see.

Now inside the elevator, he punches the button to his floor requesting the code afterwards. I turn my head but he calls out to me. "Come here." I proceed to him. He whispers the code in my ear while I hesitantly type it in. The elevator begins to pull us upward.

"You must really trust me."

"I always have." He says leaning back against the wall.

"Oh? Is that right? The same way you trust that bitch, too?" I mean how else was she able to get into the penthouse without Fernando?

He clears his throat and grows silent. Mhm. That's what I thought. I wonder how they met anyway because I could've sworn Damian didn't like drunk, sloppy bitches. He always said it was one of his biggest pet peeves. Hm. Maybe he really has changed.