The President's Daughter (Original) ✔️

28. Back at the Vineyard Pt. 2

Songs Mentioned (in order):
Foreigner- I Wanna Know What Love Is
Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes- The Time of My Life
Richard Marx- Right Here Waiting
Berlin- Take My Breath Away

This chapter is dedicated to pparbie again for being such a supportive person and telling her class and friends about my freaking story! I love you so much, you're amazing and I hope we can be friends lol !!

Damien's POV

I cock my head. "What's wrong? Did I take too long?" I crawl on the bed and lean in to kiss her. She turns my face away and pushes my phone against my chest. I frown as it falls on the bed.

"What?" She doesn't answer. Instead, she pulls the covers over her head. I open my phone to see my messages with Jane on the screen.

Fuck.

"Hope, that happened a long time ago," I try to reason with her. The messages are showing from last year. Why she scrolled all the way up for something to fight about, I have no idea.

She pulls back the blanket and glares at me. "Long time ago? She just called thanking you for something you were up to the other day. What's that about?" Her voice is harsher than I've ever heard.

"If she called, then she's doing it on purpose. She knows I'm away with you." Is she seriously going to believe a stupid horny ass girl?

"How would she know that? Do you tell her everything about us?" The hurt in her eyes are unmistakable.

"She came by, I told you. She saw the suitcase and I explained. Nothing happened, I swear."

She bites her lips, her eyes glistening. "How did you even meet her?"

"Some stupid party. But Hope, nothing happened," I insist. It was actually a bit more complicated than that. At one of Carlos' party two years ago, I pulled a girl into a room, when I caught Jane's then-boyfriend punched her. I pulled him off of her and after I beat him senseless, he ran out and never showed his face again. We became friends, and later on, friends with benefits. We never spoke about it ever since that night, so it's not my place to tell Hope about it.

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Check the messages, Hope!" My voice begins to rise. Is she serious right now? "They're almost a year ago! I don't text her about those kind of things anymore! It isn't a big deal!"

"Big deal? Look at the way you speak to each other. Everything is about sex! How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?"

"You shouldn't feel the need to compete. I'm with you, not her."

"She gives you what you want and I don't," Her voice cracks.

I sigh in frustration and speak slowly. "I love you, not her."

"Does she know that?" She snaps. "Because apparently she's in love with you and you never bothered to mention that." She must've read too much.

"Why does it matter, huh?" I try to keep my voice level as to not wake her parents up.

She only glares at me before laying back down and closing her eyes. For some reason, Makayla's voice comes to mind about how happy I make her. I can't help but feel guilty now, despite the fact that it's Hope who's misreading the entire situation.

"Whatever," I mumble in annoyance, moving to lay down on the bed. I push the blanket over to her and she wraps it around her body. I turn my back to her and close my eyes, willing myself to sleep.

***

I startle awake to the sound of screams. It takes a few seconds to realize its coming from Hope.