The Good and the Bad

The Kiss

Ten minutes later I'm downstairs dressed in running shorts and a loose tank top with Damien. I look at him and his incredibly blue eyes.

"Where are we going?" I ask sounding like a depressed child.

"My house." And he walks out the door to his motorcycle.

"Why?" I ask pulling out my phone and looking at the time. 10:03 PM

"Why not?" He shoots back and hands me a helmet.

I subtly sigh and take it from him getting on and wrapping my arms around him. I hear the bike start and move out of my driveway and onto the road. The warm air kisses my skin as we move swiftly through the streets. Soon enough we're pulling into the driveway of a huge house. Like bigger than my aunts which is saying something.

I get off the bike, pulling off my helmet. I follow him I to the ypoure and instantly hear arguing. He cringes but keeps walking further.

"It's his life, George!" A woman yells.

"I don't care. He's my son and I control his life. If I need him to be a part of this, he'll be a part of this." The man calmly responds which doesn't compare to the woman's high pitched voice and annoyance.

I give Damien a puzzled look and he shakes his head.

"Welcome to my life."

"Its ridiculous George!" She cries as we enter the room. Her gaze tears off the man and onto me. Her face softens and she looks embarrassed. "Damien, who is uh who is this?"

"Mom, this is Jonathan's cousin, Bronx Valentine," Damien says introducing me.

Her eyebrows raise. "What's your father's name...?" She asks taking a few steps closer to me and freaking me out.

"Um, Angelo Valentine?" I say in the form of a question

"You're Angelo's daughter." She says and suddenly attracting Hus father into the conversation.

"Um yeah," I say.

"Your father owns a huge car company." A man who I'm assuming is Damien's father says.

"Yes...." I say confused.

"Guys stop " Damien orders. "You can't suddenly use her because her dad is rich."

His mother glares at him and turns back towards me. I really hate her now. Using me and I barely know you.

"Get out of here then Damien." His mother says shooing him away and bringing a hand to her forehead in distress.

"We're talking about that marriage of yours soon though." His father says with a nod and no joke my jaw drops to the floor!

Marriage!?

I can't.

Damien looks tense before he drags me upstairs to a room which I'm assuming is his and locks the door behind him.

"So you're getting married," I say casually nodding. "Sounds cool."

Damien groans and runs his hands over his perfect face. He looks at me. "You aren't supposed to know about that."

"Kind of figured."

He sighs and sits at the edge of his bed. "I want to tell you but now is not the right time to tell you. You're hurting and I brought you here because I thought we'd be alone."

I'm touched by his thoughtfulness. Even if it is an act. "Hey," I say crossing the room and kneeling in front of him. "It's okay. I get it."

He looks up and his eyes lock with mine. I'm gone. Those eyes need to be put in another person so I can stop this gazing stuff on Damien. This is my cousins best friend! Clearly that means nothing. He leans closer and soon our faces are so close, Hus breath becomes mine and vise versa. Lightly his thumb brushes my jawline. Why am I not stopping this?