Unlucky: Luxury And a Lies

Chapter 20: Caught My Attention 2POV's: Damien Is Uncharted Territory

(James POV: 🧛🏽‍♂️

As soon as we locked the door, I couldn't resist and kissed him passionately. "Holy, look at this place," I exclaimed, my voice echoing through the large room. I heard him groan, clearly not in the mood to explore the room right now.

"This place is fancier than Danielle's house," I continued to chatter as I ventured into the bathroom. He followed closely behind me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. His voice was low and seductive as he spoke, "Can I have your attention, please?"

He kissed my neck, and I couldn't help but shiver in delight. I sucked in a breath as his hands remained on my stomach, and he bit my neck. My head fell back on his shoulder as I moaned, losing myself in the passionate moment we were sharing.

-(Stephan's POV: 😮‍💨)

Rich people always seem to have the best snacks, and I was enjoying a Fruit by the Foot, savoring every sweet bite. The lively atmosphere in this upscale party was complemented by the high-quality refreshments. I munched contentedly, not particularly interested in the socializing.

However, the background noise grew louder, and a sense of unease crept over me. The commotion appeared to be escalating, drawing my attention away from the delicious snack I was enjoying. I reluctantly set it aside and decided to investigate.

As I entered the expansive living room, I was met with a rather intense argument between two young men. One of them was notably tall with chin-length hair, while the other was a blonde, his face reddened with anger. The tension in the room was palpable.

"You wouldn't," the tall guy, whose voice was deep and commanding, stated firmly. But before I could comprehend the context, the blonde, Sam, grabbed his drink and impulsively threw it at the taller man.

"Sam!" I heard Hanni's voice, a note of warning in her tone. Sam looked petrified, realizing the gravity of his actions, as the liquid from the spilled drink dripped down the guys clothing.

I inched closer to the brewing conflict, a mixture of curiosity and concern pushing me forward. Hanni's voice resonated in the room as she tried to defuse the situation. Damien, the tall guy with chin-length hair, appeared to be relatively calm, but his clenched fists betrayed the simmering tension within him.

Damien, displaying an admirable level of restraint, chose to walk away from the confrontation. I let out a silent sigh of relief. The last thing we needed was the police showing up at this party and spoiling the evening. I wasn't having a bad time, and I definitely didn't want it to be tainted by any drama.

I glanced at Minji, who mirrored my relief. It seemed we shared a desire for the party to return to its more relaxed and enjoyable state. However, just as it appeared the situation was diffused, Sam couldn't resist the urge to add a parting shot.

"That's what I thought," Sam muttered, his voice laced with defiance. Damien paused, and I couldn't help but think, "Oh, no, not again."

Basically, Sam was left unconscious after just one punch from Damien. It happened so fast, and I winced as I looked at Minji, who appeared equally confused and surprised by the sudden turn of events.

Without giving it much thought, I felt compelled to follow Damien as he moved away from the scene. His actions had been a clear act of self-defense, but I couldn't help but wonder if he was okay and if there was anything I could do to help. So, I decided to go after him.

"Hey, Damien, wait up," I called out, trying to catch up to him.

I kept a safe distance from Damien, not wanting to provoke any further aggression. He stood a few inches taller than me, and his anger was still palpable in the air.

"Do I know you?" he grumbled, his voice edged with irritation.

"No, I'm Stephan," I replied casually, trying not to add fuel to the fire. He hummed in response and continued down the hallway. I had no specific reason to follow him, but I found myself doing so, curious about what had just transpired.

Damien took a moment to wash his hands, allowing some of the blood to wash away, and he meticulously cleaned his rings. Wanting to make conversation, I ventured, "Mind me asking?"

He grunted in response, not exactly eager for small talk. But I couldn't help myself.

"How did you stay so calm in that situation? It was impressive. I mean, it built anticipation, and when you walked away, of course, it was the mature thing to do, but secretly, I wanted you to retaliate. Seems weird, I know, but has anyone told you that you have a really big build? It's awesome," I rambled on, unable to keep my thoughts to myself.

Damien quickly covered my mouth with his hand, his eyes shooting me an annoyed look.

"Please, shut up," he whispered, his tone demanding silence.

I mumbled an apology as Damien removed his hand from my mouth. We stood in an awkward silence, neither of us entirely comfortable with the situation.

"So, what school do you go to?" I asked, attempting to initiate a conversation.

Damien raised an eyebrow, his expression slightly aloof. "I graduated last year," he replied, and my shock was evident.

"Oh," I responded quietly, processing the fact that he was no longer a student.

He must have sensed my surprise and continued without missing a beat, "So what school—"

But he didn't finish the question because I interrupted him. "Ravenswood," he said, already aware of my curiosity. I nodded in acknowledgment.

"I go to Crestwood Heights," I added to provide some context.

Damien smirked, "mhm" and I couldn't help but furrow my brows. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, not entirely sure what he was insinuating.

He looked up at me, and I bounced off the counter, Damien averted his gaze, and I took a moment to look at myself. "Is it me? Do I scream 'Crestwood Heights' to you?" I inquired, trying to make sense of his reaction.

He chuckled softly, and I noticed that he looked rather pleasant when he smiled. "A little, yeah," he mumbled.

I couldn't help but smirk in response. "Wow, that's rude, you know. Stereotypical, actually," I remarked.

He took a step closer, closing the gap between us. "Oh yeah?" he challenged, his tone laced with curiosity.

I nodded playfully, adopting his earlier response. "Mhm."

As we got closer and closer, I couldn't help but wonder what was happening between us. It felt like the tension in the room had shifted, and we were drawn to each other.

"What's happening right now?" I asked, my voice trembling with curiosity.

Damien gently brushed my long hair off my forehead, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He leaned in close, his warm breath against my skin, and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You're about to prove to me that Crestwood boys aren't as bad as their reputation in bed," he said with a British accent, his words sending a rush of anticipation through me.

I felt myself melt under his gaze, unable to resist the allure of the moment. "Oh, okay," I replied, my voice meek as he held my cheek in his hand.

And then he kissed me. I didn't know what had come over me, but I returned the kiss with an intensity that surprised even myself. I had never considered myself gay, but in that moment, with Damien, it didn't matter. His lips on mine felt right, and I was willing to explore this uncharted territory. Damien could kiss me all he wanted.