This Won't Work

Bikini

"Keep your eyes on mine
And if you want I'll tell you lies
Tell you I'm yours for life
And tell your friend she's next in line"

- Aaryan Shah

Two days ago, Elana had grudgingly requested for a two week excuse away from her job. Her boss unfortunately approved her request, explaining that they were over-employed anyway. Elana couldn't believe what she was doing all to spend two weeks with Damien, out of all people.

Two weeks had passed since they last fucked. She wouldn't really say they passed. It was more like treading amongst harsh conditions and barely making it through.

The smug expressions Damien sent her way, the slightest touches that drive her up the fucking wall, the annoying remarks and her attempts to concoct decent comebacks. So fucking stressful. She couldn't imagine what a whole-ass plane ride would be like with him.

To make these two upcoming weeks so it wouldn't feel like treading through everlasting thicket, Elana created two rules they must follow.

1: They would have separate hotel rooms and would never sleep in the same bed.

2: Don't expect sex. (This rule was made especially for Damien)

The only reason Damien agreed to abide by her rules was because he knew she wouldn't be able to keep them herself. He kept that knowledge to himself.

Now they stood in front of the airport entrance, bidding their goodbyes to Nova.

"I'm gonna miss you so freaking much, Elana!" Nova exclaimed, faking dramatic sobs.

"Me too!"

"It's only for two weeks." Damien interrupted and rolled his eyes.

Damien was looking extra handsome today, which is why Elana was trying to avoid looking at him.

His dark hair was slicked back. The fitted white button-up he wore was tight enough that his muscles protruded from underneath. The few buttons undone revealed a silver chain that lay against an array of tattoos. The cuffs were done up to disclose veiny forearms and an expensive watch. Elana couldn't deny that she had looked down at his black slacks, and while doing so she concluded that he is a total whore.

But she was the one looking.

"You really have to ruin the moment?" Nova yelled at him before turning towards Elana. "Listen, Elana, if he does anything to piss you off I'll be here waiting for you, okay?"

"Everything he does pisses me off, you know that." Elana responded.

"Hey, " Damien pouted, putting a hand to his chest in sarcastic hurt.

"And Damien-" Nova warned, forging the most intimidating expression she could- "You better not try anything because I will be fighting you when you return."

"Alright!" he shrugged her off with a smile. "I love you, lil' sis. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

Nova ran to hug him, suffocating Damien in the process. Her tiny body looked funny in comparison to him. His intimidating facade contrasted from how he acted with his sister, how he smiled down at her and hugged her just as tightly. "I love you too."

She let go of him and continued speaking as Damien fixed his shirt. Since when did a man look so fine fixing his shirt?

"Spend wisely," she directed to him.

He chuckled. "When have you ever seen me do that?"

"At least you're self-aware." Elana added and he flashed her a smirk, which Elana immediately rolled her eyes at.