The Million Dollar Man

Chapter 8

PRISCILLAS POV

Every time I wake up, the most random thoughts are the first to enter my mind.

Before I even open my eyes, a little thought or memory comes upon me.

Like today, so to speak. My mind awoke and before I even opened my eyes, an image of the man I love popped into my head. Just his head. No background. No setting.

Because his face is the only important part. And in the image, he's wearing his signature black sunglasses. A cigarette between his lips, perhaps? Well, I don't know. Because the image vanished as soon as it came.

The funny thing about Damon is that he's always wearing sunglasses. And the only times he's not is when he's either in his home with his brothers (the men who work for him), or when he's with me.

Other than that, anywhere else he will be wearing sunglasses. I remember I've once asked him about it before, out of curiosity, and he replied with,
"The people who get to see my eyes will know too much."
And he left it at that.

I was confused, but after knowing him so long, I realized he hates showing vulnerability. He hates when people figure him out. He won't let you in unless he feels you deserve it. Or unless he wants someone to see what he's feeling.

That's why I always talk about his eyes. Not only me, but everyone who knows Damon knows how intense his gaze is. His eyes give away the hardness of his life. They show how he never really got a chance to hold onto his innocence.

Only when he's truly angry or maybe even in a certain amount of pain, can his eyes appear emotionless.

Heavy breathing in my neck breaks my train of thought. My eyes snap open and for a millisecond I panic, because I'm not in my room. I then realize I'm in Damons room.

Which means I'm back in New York.

That man traveled with my sleeping form, back to the city without my consent, and without me waking up.

Actual Demon.

This is something he should've waited for us to talk about. I shake my head, and glance over at him. Well, his hair. His face is buried in my neck, with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I smile to myself.

I missed this.

But then that night makes its way into my head, and my smile turns into a sad one.

Patience. It will take time.

My man deserves a second chance.

But that night will forever be at the tip of my subconscious.

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Filling up the two plates with scrambled eggs and bacon, I turn off the stove. Two arms makes their way around my waist as I go to grab the plates, making me gasp.

Damons nose runs up and down my neck while he inhales deeply. "Mmm, I miss this." He whispers to himself. I giggle and walk out of his arms, placing the plates on the table, then I sit down.