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Also, there is a bit of description about Damon making out. Nothing major, just warning ya.
Chapter 9
• SIMON •
The clock read 1 am.
My phone buzzed with Davids vibration. I'd picked a certain one so I knew it was him.
From: David
How much longer till ur here? Miss you. Xz
I sighed, looking at the peaceful looking woman laid in bed, sleeping next to me. She hadn't spoken to me since I'd gotten home.
Lauren normally woke up around 8am to go to work, and she had an alarm set on her phone for this time. If I snuck out to David's house now, I would be able to have 6 hours there, baring in mind the half hour journey to and from his house to mine.
To: David
Going to try leave now. I have to be back here by eight. Keep the bed warm for me :)
I felt a small, pang of guilt towards Lauren. But I couldn't help it - I needed to see David.
As quietly as I could, I pulled on my blue, skinny jeans and a grey scoop-necked muscle t-shirt, along with my black converse shoes.
My phone buzzed yet again.
From: David
;)
My whole body felt the butterflies back in my stomach.
Who knew a single winking face could do that to a person.
Half an hour later, I pushed my key into the door and let myself in to David's house. He was sat in the lounge, an old episode of Top Gear playing quietly in the background.
Turning the TV off, he twisted around to face me.
"Hi gorgeous." He greeted warmly.
"Hey..." I grinned in reply, sitting down and facing him.
"You took your time, hey?" David commented.
"This is worth the wait, isn't it?" I replied, smashing my lips into his. I hovered my body over his and kissed his neck, making him moan. I smirked satisfactorily.
"You're very dominant today." David commented between kisses.
I hummed in reply, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to take it off.
He grabbed the hem of my grey tshirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side.
Frustrated at how difficult his shirt was to take off, I ended up ripping the buttons apart, the middle of his chest and torso exposed.
He sighed in relief as his shirt was removed, our top less bodies pressed together on the side of his sofa.
He pulled away, whispering seductively,
"Someone's desperate."
"Only for you." I replied.
••
•DAVID •
Opening my eyes, I smiled as I felt his body next to mine. His body spooned mine, his head resting between my shoulder blades.
I looked up at the clock on the wall.
It read 9:26
"F*ck, Simon, wake up!" I exclaimed, shaking him. He moaned in reply, not even opening his eyes, snuggling deep into the covers.
"Simon!" I yelled, causing him sit up straight.
"What?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.
I shoved my phone in front of his face, showing the time.
He was meant to be home an hour and twenty-six minutes ago.
"Sh*t!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening in fear. He jumped out of bed, searching frantically for his clothes. He found his jeans and boxers discarded amongst mine on the floor, pulling the on quickly whilst heading downstairs for his top.
"Where the f*ck are my clothes?" He yelled, searching for the grey scoop-neck he was wearing a few hours previous.
He found it by the couch, sighing and tugging his shoes on agitatedly.
"Calm down, it'll be okay." I soothed as he tied his laces.
"Calm down? How the f*ck am I meant to calm down, Dave, when my wife is probably waiting at home with a knife and my coffin ready." He yelled, tying the last bow.
"You're right, sorry. Quick, get to the car. Text me what happens, okay?" I relied, throwing him his car keys. He nodded, kissing my cheek and running out the door to his car.
• SIMON •
As I finally arrived home, the time was 10:02 am. I was so dead.
As I entered the house, I saw Lauren sat at the head of the dining room table. She had her work items scattered around her - folders, pencil pots, files and a stapler.
"Hello." She greeted, gesturing to the seat opposite her.
"Lauren, I-" I blustered, before being stopped.
"Simon, at 4am this morning, Eric woke me up, crying. I was the only one in the bed. He settled down before I even got to his room, and I assumed you were in the toilet. I thought nothing of it." She explained calmly.
Her voice rose.
"Explain to me, Simon, why when I then woke up at 8am this morning, you still weren't there. Why weren't you f*cking there? I then took Eric to school, came back here and were you here..?"
My mind frantically searched for an explanation.
"I-" I began.
She held up her hand, stopping me.
"I was so worried, Simon. I thought you were hurt. I headed straight downstairs, to be greeted by an envelope. It was addressed Cowell, so I thought it was meant for the both of us," she continued, pulling an envelope from her bag, "Inside, was a note. It said Another 2k, please. Along with the note, was a photo."
I froze.
She slid the photo towards me, picturing me and David in the office.
"That's where you were last night, wasn't it?" She cried in disbelief.
My time was up. I nodded my head solemnly.
She picked up the heavy, black stapler and threw it at my head, causing my vision to go blurry, my head throbbing. I stumbled, gripping the chair and doing my best to type a message to David.
I touched my hand to where the stapler had hit, before feeling the damp texture. I pulled my hand away to see it coated with blood.
Before I could hit send, black spots began appearing in front of my eyes and I crashed to the ground.
• AUTHOR •
Guys, I have some bad news.
I have exams coming up in five weeks. I really don't know how often my update will be, but I'm going to try get one up every few days.
I'm so sorry for the inconvenience.
However, I also have some good news.
We have a fourth Damon author now!
Wallliams_David is now writing a fan fiction titled "True Love", which I made the cover art for. It's an amazing book so far! Please check it out and give it a vote.
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~ DamonFan2
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