Heart's Desire

Chapter Nineteen

Happy no nut November 🥴

Damian

I stared straight up at her sparkling eyes, she was truly in her element and in all over her god damn glory. She rolled her hips, wrapping her arms around my neck as she set the pace, the timings and the tempo. Adrianna was all in control for once and she seemed to be enjoying the glory of it all. The best part was watching my girl squeezing her eyes shut, her head falling back slightly, mouth slipping open when she unintentionally hit the right spot. I was entranced by the mere sight of her that I didn't even hear the knock on my door.

"Damian-oh dear god-"

My brows furrowed heading that voice, "OH MY GOD." I pulled my blankets to cover our naked bodies. "MOTHER!" I shouted as she eyed the both of us-correction me in disgust and disappointment.

"I want speak with you right this instant." She slammed the door shut.

"What the fuck is she doing in my house?" I grumbled under my breath as I pulled on my discarded clothing.

"Damian-"

I didn't even glance at the poor girl that was caught in the middle of my messed up family, "just stay here. Do whatever the hell you want but, don't leave until they're gone. My parents-" I paused and slowly glimpsed at her, "they're not nice people Adrianna. Just please don't leave." Adrianna glanced at me skeptically but, nonetheless she nodded slowly and almost understandingly.

I left Adrianna in my room by herself and walked down to the living room, stopping myself to mentally and physically prepare myself for the wrath I would face. "Who was she?"

"Oh no hi or hello? I don't even know why I expected one." I spoke as coldly as my mother. You could clearly see where I inherited such attributes from.

"Who was she Damian?" My mother's tone became more demanding and her stern stare locked me into a conflicting battle on whether I should tell her the truth or lie to her.

"One of your whores?" My dad simply quipped with no filter whatsoever.

"She's not a fucking whore dad." I instantly became defensive because Adrianna wasn't a whore. Sure she slept with me and I didn't understand what our relationship was but, I knew she wasn't a whore. "She's a good friend of mine." I spoke not even sure if I believed myself. We weren't friends but, we also weren't anything more nor anything less. I mean, who fucks their 'friend' multiple times?

"Since when did people sleep with their friends? Is this a generational thing?" My dad rolled his blue eyes, looking as if he was laissez-faire but, I knew he wasn't. My father would never be. Both of my parents loved to interfere in my life, they thrived off of it. They wholeheartedly enjoyed interfering my life and knowing what I was doing and what was going on.

"Why are you two here?"

"We're your parents Damian! We can come over whenever we want!" My mother spoke with a strong hint of annoyance and anger present in her voice. Clearly, she didn't like that I didn't want her here-that I didn't want both of them here.

"We had something to discuss with you but, I'd rather meet the whore that has been taking up all of our son's precious time and making sure that he refuses to answer any one of our calls."

I snarled at my father, "first of all father," I almost spat, "she isn't a whore her name is Adrianna and second of all I refused to answer the both of you on my own accords and it had nothing to do with her." I crossed my arms over my chest, "I barely mention the both of you around her. So it was all me."

"I want her to have dinner with us tomorrow night."

"No." I denied my mother's request.

"It wasn't a request Damian, it was a demand and you shall abide by it or else."