DD's // TOSKA

- THIRTY-TWO -

The next day, Damon woke up in pure bliss. He didn't care this time that a woman, different from Abigail, was between his arms as the sun was bright among the clouds. He had a shower and rolled a blunt. Damon sat by the window in his bedroom and opened it slowly, not wanting to wake up Brianna. He felt energetic and excited to start up a new day. His mind had abandoned the thought of a married Abigail last night, thinking it was a complete joke or even a strange dream.

Damon brought the lighter close to his face, lighting the blunt and breathing in deeply with closed eyes. The weed was good, and it hit different during a cold morning. He looked outside; today was going to be a good day. He could feel it.

He turned his head, hearing Brianna wake up. She stretched her muscles and glared around the room, a smile on her lips when she faced Damon.

"Isn't it a bit early for a blunt?"

"It's never too early for some weed."

Brianna laughed and rubbed her eyes; the circles were darker than usual because of the mascara from last night. She had forgotten to remove it. The woman threw the blanket off her body, Damon's staring at her as she was in her lingerie.

"Will you roll me a blunt?"

"Of course."

"You're the best, playboy!"

"I know...."

Damon was finished with the rolling the moment she returned from the bathroom. She sat beside him and put it between her lips with a low glare. Damon, being a gentleman, lighted it up with a soft grin making her smile back. So they were sitting there, by the window, chilling while having a good smoke enjoying their morning. It was quiet except for some birds that were going from branch to branch.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date today."

"Date?"

His question had caught her off guard. He turned his chin and nodded.

"I mean not a date, date- just some good food with expensive alcohol. I was thinking of dinner at that restaurant you liked. We're not together, Brianna, don't get your hopes up."

The model laughed loudly at his confidence, inhaling deeply and enjoying the weed. Way better than this shit she was smoking back at LA.

"I know, playboy. Yeah, that would be nice; how about around nine pm?"

"Sounds amazing to me."

He smiled, his teeth showing. She rolled her eyes as they both finished with the smoking. Brianna smiled and dressed up quickly, her eyes on the clock on the wall.

"Have to go somewhere?"

"I have another photo shooting, and I was wondering-"

"Of course, I can get you wherever you want. Just name the destination."

"Oh, thank you so much, Damon! Could you drive me to Big Ben?"

"Sure. Give me a second to get dressed as well."

Damon got ready and walked downstairs, holding Brianna by the hand. Deetra was alone in the garden having some tea. She turned her head, seeing them going towards the garage.

"Good morning, mind me asking where are you heading to?"

"Morning, Brianna has another photo shooting, and I'm driving her there."

"Oh, I don't see you complain about it. What changed?"

Deetra smirked; Damon sighed, giving her the middle finger and going to the garage.