Dream Invader

Chapter 2

I walked into the bathroom at my work to make sure my hair looked good. My hand pushed the natural spiral curls out of my face. I decided not to straighten my hair today, which was kind of hard for me to do. As I looked at myself in the mirror I started to admire my own face. My small petite button nose, and my beautiful full round lips. I looked myself in the eyes. They were such a dark brown color. Almost black. I walked back out to the bar booth hoping to see the man with long black hair again. He had been on my mind like Addams was on that apple. Nothing could rip my thoughts away from him. Today I wore a soft purple dress that was tight and fit my curves perfectly.

I wonder if dreams had plagued his mind like mine last night. Or a maybe is was genuinely just a fight for dominance nothing more. He probably doesn't even find me that attractive. I slouch over at my thoughts and they sting my chest. I am confident, until I drop my mask. Then I'm just scared trying to hide. But I won't drop my mask, not this time around.

I make my way to work around 6 o'clock pm. "Oh shit girl! You look sexy today." Stacie said shaking her shoulders at me. Her silver collarbone length hair shook around her perfectly sculpted body.

My face started to turn red due to the attention from her. "Thank you. I'm really trying to look good for tall, pale and handsome." There it was. The desperation. But I remember he told me he would show up and to look for him today.

"Oh well, he said he would be here today." She said with a shrug as she pours some beer into a mug. Why not just order a bottle of beer?

"You know him? What's his name?" I asked with a laugh, wondering if he told her or if she overheard our hot conversation at all. Not that I would mind, but I think it would make me appear more slurry than I already have, which wasn't my goal. At my job at least.

"Yes, and his name is Damon. We have known each other since the beginning of time." She said with a smile. I assumed that means they grew up together. We began to serve drinks and it was almost eight o'clock before any hot drunk guys came in but even when they did come, my mind was still fixated on Damon. The name Yaoundé's familiar in my brain. It echoed around me and I felt as if he was there with me almost. He was so beautiful. I imagine his strong arms, and long beautiful hair. My mind runs to his golden eyes not realizing I was quite literally staring into them.

"Hello," Damon said waving his hand in front of my face, before blowing a kiss. "I haven't even fucked you yet and you're already daydreaming about me." He said with a smile as he put his chin in the knuckles of his hands.

I gasped putting my hand over my mouth. Did he really just say that? "W-what did you say?" I asked blinking. Now I can't stop thinking about it . Fuck.

"Can I get a whiskey on the rock gorgeous?" He asked patting his hand on the wood of the booth.

I took a deep breath trying to push out the thought of him fucking me. "Yes. So what made you come back tonight without your pet?" I asked curling the side of my lip up into a smirk.

His jaw clenched. I hope he didn't feel DiSrEsPeCtEd. "She was temporary. She begged me to be her master, so I did just that."

I pushed his drink over to him. "Ah. That makes sense." I said nodding. But it really didn't. Truth be told I didn't know much about what he meant at all. I knew about some things but not, a master?

"Lean in," he said after taking a sip of his whiskey. I leaned in and he put his lips against my ear. "Now I want you to be my pet."

I swallowed hard. My heart started to beat out of my chest. "I um. I don't know." I answered back with a small laugh. What was I supposed to do?

He let out a low chuckle. "Well, I do." He took another drink if his whiskey almost drinking all of it. I glanced over at Stacie who was giving everyone the drinks they needed as I was flirting with her childhood friend.