Luxury ✔️

21 | Chapter twenty one

Chapter 21 | Just a bit shy

" I only ever thought there were two kinds of loves:
the kind you'd kill for
and the kind you'd die for.
But you, my darling,
you were the kind of love I would live for. "

L U X U R Y

"Or I'll tell your mom!"

Damian rolls his eyes, tilting his head back with laughter. He then looks back down at me with a smile. "No you won't."

I raise an eyebrow at him, still covering my chest with my arms crossed. I was about to reply to his comment about him underestimating me when his bedroom door suddenly opens.

"Damian Cedric Atticus!" A very high pitched unfamiliar voice screams at Damian.

My eyes widen with shock as I throw myself behind Damian, trying to cover myself with only my arms.

Oh my God, oh my God. "Oh–what–Grandma! Privacy! Please! Get out!" One of Damian's arms goes to his bare back and forces me more onto him. I hide my burning face behind him, closing my eyes and trying to calm my breath.

"Why in Heavens are you not wearing your shirt?!" The same loud voice screetches. "You have so many and yet you're choosing to be naked! Cover yerself up, young boy!"

"Grandma! Please, give me two minutes–"

"–is that a girl?"

"No, no, no." I murmur to myself, shutting my eyes closed.

"Grandma Sarah! Get out!" Damian shouts, sounding desperate.

"Have you been having sex? Damian Cedric Atticus, I will tell Diana and Noah. Have you? Is that a girl or are my glasses not working again?!"

"Well, it's defined not a boy." Damian murmurs at her.

"Excuse me? Are my hearing aids not working either? In the name of my Sweet Father, this is the fifth–"

"Get out!" Damian shouts rather aggressively at his grandmother.

There is a small pause, and we can hear the loud chief as song blasting on the speaker.

"You and I are gonna talk, Cedric." She murmurs, before I hear the door being slammed shut.

Damian turns to me in less than a second, looking down at me with widened eyes. "Sorry."

I shake my head, still feeling my cheeks burning up. "Didn't you lock the door?" I point at the door.

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "She's got the key."

I sigh. "Is that Sarah?"

He nods, fixing his hair with his fingers, before looking down at my chest with a smirk. "C'mon." He pulls my hand and guides me to the other side of his king sized bed, to his nightstand. He opens one of the drawers and pulls out my red top. I quickly slide it on my body before looking up at him with an eyebrow raised. "My panties."

He shakes his head, his smirk still on his lips. "Nope–it's mine now." He playfully slaps his back pocket.

"Ew." I giggle, trying to reach out for my underwear, but he grabs both of my wrists and pins it behind my back, quickly guiding me towards the door.

"Now you make sure to keep your legs closed. There are a bunch of perverts in this house–Jonas counting as one, doll."

I spin myself around. "No, Damian, give it to me. It feels very uncomfortable–" I try to explain, but he shakes his head.