The Slave of a Vampire (PLZ Wait to read changing to 3rd person +editing :))

Chapter 11

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*Damien's PoV*

What was I doing?! I just groaned. I can't believe I invited Claire to a dinner that I wasn't even sure that I was going to. Shit, I must be a distracted mess. Oh well, I couldn't take it back now. I guess I was just going to have man up for tonight. Claire was going to get on my nerves for sure and I knew that much.

After I shoved Claire to her room I walked back to mine. Since I gave her twenty minutes that meant that I had the same amount of time. I quickly walked into my bathroom and showered. As I was washing my hair, my mind began to wonder in all sorts of directions.

"Stupid ass Daniels! I can't believe he was playing matchmaker again!"

"I know tell me about it! Remember the time when he said Gauri was my mate?" I said inside my head.

I laughed. Well he was wrong about Gauri and the countless other women. I didn't have a mate. Just because his died didn't mean he should throw ridiculous thoughts at me! What an idiot!

By now, I hoped out the shower and curled the towel around my waist. As I stepped inside my closet I couldn't help, but smirk immaturely.

I wonder what Claire looked like in the shower. Probably a nice round butt with a small waist to match perfect sized boobs. I imagined Claire's beautiful wavy black hair curling around her nice pale neck. I licked my lips. Just looking at her made me want to rip her clothes off!

"What the hell am I thinking about?!" I scolded myself.

I didn't feel that way about her. Especially, not some damn human. Why was I thinking such perverted thoughts?!

It must be her smell. A smell like hers could make any vampire crazy with desire.

Oh damn...what did I get myself into?! It's going to be one hell of a night and I'm in it for the long haul.

After I got dressed, I walked slowly to Claire's room and knocked.

'Here goes nothing!

*Claire's PoV*

Once I was shoved in my room I rushed to the large walk-in closet and began searching for something to wear. After a few moments of searching, I realized that all the dresses were located towards the back. As I skimmed the various shades of pink, blue, green, and purple I heard Damien speaking to me from the doorway.

"Wear something appropriate because we are going to a formal restaurant. You have twenty minutes to get dressed. If you take any longer, I'll break the door down. Got it?"

I poked my head out from behind the closet doors.

"Yes Master."

Truth was, I had no idea what would be appropriate for a restaurant. I had never gone anywhere before. Reading was very different from actually going somewhere. I knew what everything looked like, but experiencing it was a whole different story. I didn't ask Damien what would be considered "appropriate" since I didn't want to keep him in here any longer than he had to be. Judging from the look in those intimidating eyes, he felt the same.

I groaned when he closed the door. Twenty minutes? Twenty minutes was all he gave me?! Damien must have bumped his head or something. What girl takes twenty minutes to get ready?! That's bearly enough time to do a girl's makeup.

'Pfft, I'll be ready when I'm ready.'

No, I couldn't take my time. Damien would hurt my parents if I didn't obey his every command. Shit! I guess I was just going to have to man it up tonight for my parents' sake.