The Bad Boy's Best Friend (Wattpad Version)

In good time, in good time

Ramona

Damien laid me on his bed, never breaking the kiss as I helped him take off his shirt. Things got heated, quickly as we worked our way out of our clothes until he stopped. He pulled back as I looked at him, really confused.

"Something wrong?" I asked with furrowed brows.

"Yeah, apparently, junior decided not to cooperate," he sighed as I giggled.

"Roadblock brought to you by Damien junior," I laughed as he rolled onto his back and sighed in frustration.

I grabbed his tee-shirts and pulled it on. A little less exposure was excellent. I sat on his bed as he laid there.

"Maybe it's a good thing, we didn't," I mentioned as he turned his head and looked at me. "We haven't even been on a date. If we did this, it would turn into another hookup, and I don't want that." It was a reasonable answered. Trust me, I had a friend's with benefits, and while it took care of one need, it didn't take care of another.

He propped himself up and started playing with my hand as I looked at him.

"So, maybe we should have a date then," he said to me as I smiled cheekily at him.

Then it hit me. "You don't have the faintest idea what a date is, do you?" I asked him.

"Not one bit," he sighed as I giggled. "It's not like I dated chicks. It was more like a hit and quit it sort of deal."

"Well, basically, you come to my door, knock and take me out to dinner, then a movie or anything else. Except, I may have to meet you here," I suggested.

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose?" He asked me.

"Considering my dad is the leader of the rival club your dad was part of, not really," I answered as he sat up and looked at me.

"You're Blake Roman's kid?" He asked incredulously.

"Unfortunately," I sighed.

He got out of bed and started pacing back and forth. I'm pretty sure he was beginning to wear a hole in the carpet.

"This is so bad on so many levels," he said as I sat there and looked at him like he was crazy. Scratch that, he was mad. He stopped and looked at me. "Ramona, if your old man finds out anything is going on between us, he won't hesitate to put a bullet in my skull."

"First of all, my dad is a douche. Secondly, I'm eighteen, so it doesn't matter. Lastly, I don't think you have a choice if you never want to have sex again," I said, pointing at his boxer briefs as he sported a tent.

"I am so fucked," he groaned as he rubbed his face in frustration, then he grabbed his clothes and left, leaving me confused. I decided to make myself comfy in his bed. He did have a comfy bed.

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Damien

Once I dressed, I left. It was so not good. I had no idea who Ramona's old man was. I figured he was some pompous ass like Jag's old man. I drove to the club and went inside to find the three of them sitting at the bar, drinking. I joined them. I needed a beer right now.

They turned and looked at me, strangely.

"I know I might be a bit slow with things, but what the fuck are you doing here and not back at the house doing Ramona?" Roc asked as I drank my beer.

"Ran into a slight issue," I said as I drank.

"What? Did junior not cooperate?" Jag asked as they snickered.

"That and the fact that Ramona's old man happens to be Blake Roman," I mentioned as they stopped laughing and looked at me with seriousness. "Yeah, so if I even remotely stick my dick inside her, I'm pretty sure I'm a dead man, considering the shit my old man pulled."