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Damian
A few weeks had gone by, I hadn't counted exactly how many but, a few had gone by. I had fucked a different girl almost every night and I let her know this. I wanted her to know this. Kelsey had complained to me about Adrianna's emotional withdrawal and her 'sulking' but, I refrained from showing any emotion when she had uttered her rant to me. I wanted this, I wanted her to feel pain. I wanted her to hurt. I wanted her to know that I wasn't one to be fucked with or messed around with.
I had wanted to keep my distance from her because if I had not I knew I would blow up and let slip all the doubts and feelings I thought I had. I also did this because I didn't want stupid meaningless thoughts to take over my entire being and manifest me to the point that I was running to her because somehow I had managed to convince myself of a fake love towards her.
As sadistic as it sounded, her pain, anger and sulking made me gleam. Somewhere in me, I was bouncing with happiness as it confirmed that she did need me. She needed me more than I needed her and that gave me peace of mind. I didn't want to need her more than she needed me. I didn't depend on others and more importantly, it meant that if I cut her off, I wasn't the one being hurt.
The door of my office slamming open surprised me, ripping me from my thoughts. "Sir, she wouldn't wait-" I waved my hand at my secretary.
"It's okay." She closed the door as she left. Adrianna stood there in all her glory and after a few weeks of not seeing her, I could tell you she looked like a hot mess. Her dark chestnut hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, strands framing her face. Her hair was a stark contrast to the tight-fitting plaid skirt she wore that seemed to reach only about mid-thigh that matched her long sleeve turtle neck. Her clothes seemed to give her a professional look which, contrasted to her expression and messy hair. I liked it.
"What?" I asked not so politely, turning my eyes back to the computer screen.
"Hello to you too Damian." She rolled her eyes at me.
"We said we wouldn't do this at work hours." I didn't bother to glimpse at her because if I did, I feared something would come over me and I would be bending her over my desk fucking the life out of her-with that damn skirt she was wearing.
"Well, I need it."
"This can wait-"
"No!" She shouted and I raised a brow, finally meeting her muddy coloured eyes. "I need it now Damian." Adrianna whispered, "We've gone weeks without seeing each other and I really need it."
"Why couldn't you just wait Adrianna? We can have sex later-"
"No! Why won't you listen to me?! I can't. I have to revise later!" Her short-lived outburst made me shrug.
"I'm not in the mood." Asshole Damian was back. I didn't want to see her nor did I need her. I knew this was a two-way deal but, at this point in time I was still annoyed by her previous actions and I still hadn't forgiven myself for acting the way I did. The possibility that I was catching feelings for her was disgusting to me. Even the slightest thought was revolting and sickening. I didn't want to fall in love with her.
"Damian please." Adrianna softly pleaded, her muddy eyes wide and clearly desperate. I would be lying if I had told her once again that I wasn't turned on by the mere presence of her in that damn skirt. I rolled my eyes at her, keeping a stony cold exterior and facial expression. I shoved my chair away from the desk, feeling her eyes on me, watching my every move like a hawk.
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Heart's Desire
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