Sharing A Floor With a Vampire, Werewolf and Demon

Sharing A Floor with a Vampire, Werewolf and Demon/ Chpt.20

Damien just looked at me in disgust and entered the elevator as we walked out.

"Please get off of me," I said, as the doors closed behind us. I tried to push Nathan away, but in response he tightened his grip around my waist. 

"Please," I repeated.

"Whatever," he said and let me go, pushing me off of him.

Without another word, we parted ways into our separate rooms. 

I was incredibly embarrassed that Damien had witnessed the two of us in that position. Surely he knew that, that kiss and Nathan's grip were against my will? I didn't want him to think I was actually enjoying myself, and finding any amount of pleasure from this deal I had struck. I was only playing a part...and as little of it as I could possibly manage. But the look on Damien's face had said it all and more. It was disapproving and disappointed, and it my made stomach ache. 

***

I took a good, hard look at myself in the mirror. I starred at my reflection and barely recognized myself. My face was becoming hollow, and angular, where it used to hold roundness and life. My eyes were deprived of any light, and I had dark circles that even my concealer couldn't fix. My skin was as pale as ever, and if possible somehow paler than it had ever been? My body was screaming for help, and it was the first time I had finally paid attention to it. 

I snapped out of my desperate thoughts, and applied makeup to try and cover up whatever I could, but the results were still tragic. I grabbed at my limp hair, and tried to give it any amount of volume, but it flopped down in a straight line. Where had all the thickness gone? 

"You look fine," A voice said.

"Holy shit," I shrieked. "Nathan, how'd you get in? Do you ever knock?"

"Oh whatever," he grinned. "We have to get you your dress for tonight."

"Can it wait?" I asked. "I'm not really feeling the greatest."

"No, we have an appointment, and Carter is meeting us there. We're lucky they made room for us."

"I just need to change," I insisted. "I honestly just rolled out of bed."

"We have to go. We're already running late."

There was no use in arguing over something so simple with Nathan, I never would win or get out of it without being yelled at.

"Can I get some notice next time or something?" I asked. "It would make me feel a lot better not always leaving the house looking like the walking dead."

He ignored my comment and continued on towards his car. We drove in complete silence, and I was agitated with how he was treating me. I didn't want to go to this stupid party or whatever it was anyway. 

He pulled up in front of a luxurious looking storefront, and I starred at it in disbelief. This was a place that no matter how much money I would make in a lifetime, I wouldn't have the luxury of stepping into, let alone buying from. The feelings we re-affirmed when we stepped inside, and the place was decorated with rich materials, velvet and gold fixtures and I was dressed for a god damn beach party. My eyes quickly scanned the outfits on the displays - no prices, another indication that this was out of my affordability. 

"We have an appointment under 'Calebs'," Nathan said to the front receptionist.

"Yes, just to the room to the right, I believe your other friend is there," the lady directed us. 

Nathan gripped my hand and  we entered the room. I was in awe. Selections of dresses lined the wall, and on the other, a rack with suits in every fabric possible. It's what I imagined wedding dress shopping would be like, but with more colour and glamour. I took a seat on the cushy ottoman and continued to observe all the different materials and dresses.