Damon makes me feel more, he makes me feel loved, cherished, he makes me feel wanted. Even by the slightest action, I can tell, he is a caring and loving person even though he doesn't show it to the outside world. I don't like Damon, I love him.
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Getting ready to go out to Katie's and then to the guy whom I spilled coffee on his white shirt on last Friday, as promised to talk this over today.
I wore a a little flared dress, white with a floral designs out of lace, matched with a pair of brown heels and a one-pendant necklace connected to a stone choker to match the look, not too much revealing, but cute enough to have coffee with a complete stranger ..
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Took my dads car and drove straight to Katies' house.
After a few knocks on the door emerged a very happy Kate who bestowed her arms arround me. returning the tight hug back, I walked in, noticing the big shoes near the door.
"um kate? who's shoes are those?", I question, looking right at them.
Just when I raised my head, my eyes widened in shock.
"YOUU???, what are you doing here??? did you track me down? are you some spyy?? are you-", I was cutt off by a husky laughter.
"Oh, so you both have met", says katie.
"Damon, this is my bestfriend Rose, whom I've been saying so much about and Rose this is my big brother damon", says katie, gesturing with her arm, standing not to far away from us
I couldn't register what the hell is going on. but the introduction was really helpful.
"Hello, princess", says damon, as he extends his hand for a handshake.
princess?? oh no no.
"Now you be nice to rosie, before I put your balls in the blender", scoffs katie.
"um, its rosaline, Hello", I say, nervously before returning the gesture.
His warm grip send shivers down my spine.
"so, where were we", he says.
unable to comprehend what he's saying, I crooked an eyebrow.
"manwhore?", he says with an evil grin.
"ohhh right",I huff, with a childish grin, I have never been ashamed in my entire life after calling a man a manwhore. God this is humiliating.
"To be continued princess, give me 15 minutes", he says, before dissapearing into the room.
After Staring quite a few seconds at his locked door, realization hit me.
I rushed towards the kitchen where katie is and demanded.
"you never told me your brother's name was damon!!?", I huff in hushed tone.
"really? did i not, huh", she says while propping her head up and placing a finger on her chin, lost in her own world.
"but I saw you both dancing in the garden, so I thought you'd know by now", she says.
"whoa what? that was your brother?", I exclaimed.
"Dont worry I give my blessing to the both of you", she says playfully.
"c'mon katie, that's the last thing on my list right now", I scoff
Is it? is it the last thing on my list right now?.
Just then Dammon appears in a black button up shirt and trousers that dominates the whole room. and some black pair of shoes to finish off the look with his Brown hair combed back like the bad boy style.
I was caught off guard when he smirked at me for running my eyes up and down his body.
"Shall we, princess?", he says, gesturing a folded arm.
whats with the princesses.
I reluctantly slipped my hand through his, kissed that smirking katie goodbye and walked towards his BMW parked in the driveway. How could I not notice that?.
He opened the door to me and closed it as soon as I sat. and jogged his way over the other side.
