BWWM- this story takes place in New York City.
A 19 year old young woman wants to escape she's sick of living the same old crappy life.
Whereas a 24 year old male is living luxurious. Nice car, wealthy family, and huge house.
She's in need of a...
'RING,RING,RING'. I look down and see the library is calling. My heart flutters with nervousness. I apologize to Damien and go outside to take the phone call.
"Hello?" "Hi, is this Jayla Pharaell?" I smile on instinct already knowing where this conversation is going. "Yes, it is". "I'm calling to inform you that you did indeed get the job at the library. If it's okay with you, next week you can come in and we can talk about your schedule." I nod while she finishes the rest of the conversation and soon hang up.
I walk back into Damien's room and tell him the good news. He only gives me a ghost of a smile and a nod. "So, what's your favorite color?" I'm trying to break the ice and he can tell. "Why're you so nervous around me?" he looks me in the eye.
"Why do you think you make me nervous, Damien?" I have no clue where this confidence came from but I love it. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. He gets closer to me and his gaze moves down to my lips. "I don't make you nervous Jayla?"
The confidence I had only a moment ago is faltering quickly. I swallow a lump in my throat and shake my head cowardly. He lets out a low laugh and moves back to his original position. I bite my lower lip and look down at my hands, intertwining my fingers together. I can feel my face getting hot.
"I'm just messing with you Jayla, don't get all worked up." I look up at him and realize that he's telling the truth, and he's only 'messing with me'. "r-right, well I'll leave you to do whatever it is you were doing before I came to bother you." I let out a nervous chuckle and get up from his bed.
Before I can leave his hand grabs my wrist. What is it with this dude and my wrist?
I turn to look at him waiting for him to speak or do anything. "Nevermind, sorry" he lets go and simply says nothing more. weirdo.
I walk out of his room shutting the door in the process. I'm looking around for Lex but don't see her or Dimitri anywhere so they must've left. I grab my keys off the counter and make my way to the door. Once i'm inside my car I pull out my phone and search for good places to eat.
I decide 'Shake Shack' would be my best bet.
20 minutes later
The food wasn't bad but I couldn't stop thinking about Damien. I know I have no reason to do so, but come on. As I'm pulling up to the house I notice a new car in the driveway. Could just be another one of his many, y'know, considering the fact he basically owns a HUGE business.
I nod to myself and get out the car and walk into the house. I'm heading straight to my room when I hear moaning and grunting. My heart stops as Damien's door is slightly cracked. Ugh, what I'm about to do is so wrong. Just shut the hell up and do it already I WANNA SEE.
I peak through the door and lo and behold, there's a girl sitting on top of Damien with her head in between his neck, her moans filling the room. Damien's grunts mix into it thrusting into her faster as he holds onto her waist.
I begin to grown angry, or is it jealousy? Bitch whatever it is, is pissing me off. I walk away slowly, tip-toeing. *creeeakk*. I stop my movements. Are you kidding me, the floor boards NEVER creak. The moaning stops but I don't, I bolt it to my room and shut the door lightly.
I sigh as I sit on my bed, thinking. Why wouldn't he tell me he had a girlfriend. He was literally flirting with me a couple hours ago. Or was I just jumping to conclusions. Maybe he wasn't flirting with me and I was the one flirting with him. Or maybe nobody was flirting with anyone.
I give up and flop back onto my bed. A couple minutes passed and I decide to get in the shower and call it a night.
After I'm out the shower i put on a black tank top and plaid shorts.
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There's nothing more to think about. I mean, Damien has a girlfriend and I took our 'talk' the wrong way. Maybe he genuinely wanted to know why I was so nervous all the time. And honestly I couldn't even tell you. I let my mind rest and turn on the T.V to watch spongebob and slowly drift off to sleep.
AUTHORS NOTE it's been a couple days since I last updated, I've had writers block but I think I might be getting more ideas. Help is always wanted.
Thankyou for the reads, It means a lot just knowing that people are even taking the time to look at my story.
