DD's // TOSKA

- TEN -

The next day, Damon woke up dipped in excitement. His mind had pushed away the memories from last night and was focused on a new day. He had a shower and dressed up before grabbing Abigail's chin, kissing her while asleep. Abigail smiled, waking up immediately and snatching his tie, bringing him closer. Damon let a groan as she grinned, giving him a soft kiss.

"Where are you going that early?"

"It's eleven am, darling."

"Wait for real?"

Abigail looked at the clock on the wall, her eyes widening. She was still kinda tipsy from the previous night, but she didn't mind. Her eyes fell on the bracelet, remembering James. She blushed softly, tracing her fingers over it. Damon chuckled, looking at her, and sat beside her.

"I want you to know that I love you, Abigail. I trust you with my life."

Abigail stopped looking at the bracelet; she turned her attention to Damon, who was smiling, lost in his daydreams. He was trusting her that much, without knowing that he was in danger. It's been a week or so, and Abigail was still in the mansion, doing nothing but enjoying his money and luxury.

"I... Damon, I need to tell you something- "

A knock on the door interrupted their discussion. Damon sighed, disappointed, let the person enter the room. It was one of his guards; the man had no expression and looked all serious in his black suit and snow-white shirt.

"Boss, a lady is asking to see you."

"I don't care; tell her to leave."

"She says she won't leave until she sees her... "playboy"."

"Her what?"

Abigail asked, turning her face to Damon. His face had lost all colour, his eyes stuck on the guard. His lower lip started twitching as he gulped, not giving any attention to Abigail.

"I'll be back darling, stay here!!!"

He rushed down, closing the door behind. Abigail mumbled under her breath, looking out of the window. She could see a tall afro American girl waiting at the entrance of the mansion. She had crossed her arms, waiting possibly for Damon.

The guard let the woman walk in; Abigail could hear her high heels from upstairs. She put on a random black dress that she found in the wardrobe and opened the door slowly. She could hear voices from downstairs, a male and a female one. The male one was Damon for sure, and the female may belong to the girl she had seen a couple of minutes ago out of her window.

"What are you doing here, Brianna?"

"You don't look happy to see me, Damon. Is there another chick upstairs that you don't want her to see me?"

She started walking around; Abigail peaked from the stairs to see the girl better. The girl had curly hair, her plumb lips moving, screaming at Damon. She was a total beauty, thin with long legs and a pretty face. Even her "angry" face was seducing.

"Oh, stop it. We broke up, remember?"

"I know, dumbass. I had a job in London and decided to visit my little playboy. Plus, I had left some clothes here; I want to pick them up."

Abigail's eyes widened, feeling the fabric around her body. This dress wasn't hers or Deetra's. This dress belonged to one of Damon's ex. She groaned, cursing under her breath, making Brianna raise her head and stare at her. Abigail turned cold, waving slowly with an awkward smile.

"Hello, dear. Who's that chick, Damon, your new girlfriend? Come join us, sweetheart."

Abigail walked downstairs, standing beside Damon. Brianna was scanning her from head to toes when her eyes stopped on her chest.