Possessed by Damon Salvatore

Chapter 16

Nervous as hell, I wait impatiently for Damon to arrive. I wonder what he is planning.

"Oh dear, you look so lovely. Here, wear this bracelet", my mom told me when I was getting dressed and handed me a diamond studded bracelet. It was exquisite. Very much simple yet so sophisticated.

Taking the bracelet, I thank her and she hugs me.

I think I heard two knocks on the front door.

I stumble to get to it but my mom beats me and reaches to it first.

"Good evening, Ms. Davis", I hear Damon greet.

"You must be Damon", I mother returns the courtesy.

"I think I am", he jokes.

I reach to the door and my mother turns to look at me.

Damon's eyes scanned me from top to bottom, leisurely taking in the view.

I look at him and blush.

"Well, off you both go. But, Damon, take care of my daughter", she warns him.

"I fully intend to", Damon answers.

Waving my mom bye, I put my hand in Damon's waiting arms.

We walk the driveway and get into his car.

My eyes pop out at the sight of his car.

Holy Crow. He has a Ferrari?!

"Is this yours"? I ask, open mouthed.

"Of course it is." He answers, cockily.

"I didn't know you had another car".

"Well, I am not the one to brag. But yes, I do. A few more that you have not seen", he winks.

"So, where are we going?", I ask, hoping that he would tell me.

"You'll come to know". Cocky bastard.

I pout sulkily and wrap my arms around me

"Did I mention that you look extremely pretty?", he says, breaking the silence.

I blush, knowing that he can feel it.

"Thank you", I reply. "You are looking absolutely handsome", I add.

He was wearing a black tux and he was a sight to behold.

Sculpted body. Ruffled hair and his eyes. Everytime, I am forced to stare at him for his beauty and it makes me wonder.

"Am I so lucky to be with him"? "Is he is the one I was waiting for?" "Can I be everything he needs"? " Do I deserve him"?

I clear my head to remove the unwelcoming thoughts and continue staring at his flawless face.

Soon, he slows the car and takes a turn and stops.

"Ann, we've reached", he says brightly.

"Here? You brought me to a party"?, I ask, stupefied.

"Yeah, something wrong about it?", he asks, disheartened.

"The same problem. I can't dance", I say, worried.

"But, I can", he says, regaining his arrogance.

We head inside the great hall and see many people talking formally, each holding a glass of champagne or red wine.

"Ah, they have good wine in here and mouthwater blood", he jokes.

"Shall I lock the room so that you can have your fill?", I say and smirk.

A man in his mid 60's comes toward Damon and extends his hands. Damon takes and shakes it, business like.

"Mr. Salvatore, we are so glad you came. And who is this pretty lady, if I may?", he smiles politely towards me.

"Mr. Literson, this is Annette Davis and she is my girlfriend", he introduces.

I shake hands with Mr. Literman and say, "pleasure meeting you, Mr. Literman."

"The pleasure is all mine", he replied.

"Please enjoy yourselves and uh, I'm going to the other guests. Excuse me", he says and shakes Damon's hands once more.

"This is gonna be a long night", Damon mutters and I sigh.