His Drug

Chapter 21

I snuggle into the warmth of the bed as it rises and lulls me into a light slumber again. Wait Rises?! I open my eyes to be met with the sleeping face of Damien. His long lashes lay against his cheeks that are flushed with a light pink. The light shining through the curtains reflects off his tan skin making him look almost angelic. I sit up and lean against the headboard running my hands through his silk strands of hair. He sunggles closer and hugs my waist as I continue to play with the ends of his hair. I let my eyes travel down his back looking at every muscle that perfectly contoured him. How could someone be so perfect? I look down at my ring that reflected in the sunlight, to be honest if I were to pick the ring it would be a lot simpler. But it's to beautiful to complain about it. People can say all they want about me like how I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I'm a brat, and how I was a girl who got everything handed to her but didn't take it. To be honest I hated my life when growing up. All I wanted to do was be a kid and not a cute little doll who went to her dads business parties. I had to be the perfect princess. I couldn't speak out of turn, I had to use impeccable manners, and I would have to walk with extreme grace. My mom had forced me into ballet shoes so I could have good balance. It was all for show, I was like a little puppet people could toy with. As I got older I took every opportunity to being a independent women. I wouldn't accept private tutoring sessions because I wanted to be able to learn and think for myself. That lead me to graduating with high honors and a scholarship to any college I wanted to go to. After college I was planning on taking over the business but I then found out I was getting married to this man that is cuddling my side. I looked down to see his eyes fluttering open. "Good morning" I whisper as I caress his soft cheek "morning" he says in a raspy morning voice. He grabs my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine "How long have you been up?" He says as he sits up and lays his back on the head board. "Not that long." I say unlacing our fingers and walking into the bathroom "what do you want to do today?" Damiens voice says from the bed "I don't know. How about breakfast downtown?" I say peaking my head out to see Damiens tall form walking towards me "sounds good ill jump in the shower really quick" he says but stops in front of me "you know you smell great" he says as he leans into my neck and pulls me into him. I froze in shock "umm..t-thanks" I nervously say as I push his chest. His grip gets tighter as his nose runs against my jugular to my shoulder. His lips run faintly over my shoulder I gasp in shock. Heat rises to my face, I was never this intimate with a man in my life. I may have had a boyfriend in high school but I wasn't comfortable with being intimate at that age. The most sexual thing I have done is kissed a guy. I left the dating scene a long time ago when I went off to college. And ever since men where the last things on my mind. But Damien was different some how? He made me feel hot and bothered? "Bella.." the sound of Damiens voice brings me out of my hazy thoughts "Damien...please stop" I whisper. He slowly lets go of me and walks over to start the shower without saying a word.
I showered after Damien and as I made my way out the closet I look to see him fixing his hair. I walk behind him as I go to brush my teeth. "Oh god that stupid piece of hair won't stay down" Damiens says in a frustrated. I turn to see him struggling with his hair "You need help?" I say walking up to him. "Please" he says giving my a frustrated glance "come here giant I can't reach" I say pointing at the toilet seat. He follows my directions but his chuckle doesn't go unnoticed. "How tall are you any ways?" I ask as I run my hands through his hair "6'5 the last time I checked" he says looking up at me with his beautiful blue eyes. "How tall are you" he says pocking my side "5'2 or 5'3 maybe I'm not sure, my family is European." I say giving him a smile "really where is your family from?" He asks giving me his cute amused glance. I liked this Damien a lot better than the Damien I met that night. "My mom is Portuguese  and my dad is Italian" I say finishing with his hair. He stands up and checks himself out in the mirror making faces. I can't help but giggle "your such a doofus" I say playfully smacking him "what? Why can't a man like what he sees? I mean my ass looks great in these jeans" he says wiggling his eyebrows "what has gotten into you today" I giggle out as we exit the bathroom. "I actually have no idea?" He says opening the door to the bedroom. We grab or jackets and slip our shoes on and we're on our way. We make it to the parking garage and jump into Damiens Audi A5 . The engine revs and the garage opens to the bustling streets of New York. Damien drives through the many streets of Manhattan and occasionally getting stuck in traffic. We finally pull up into a small French cafe' that has big beautiful windows over looking the city. Damien jumps out and rushes to my side "welcome to your destination" he says holding my door open. I give him a smile and head inside the beautiful cafe' Only to be hit by the aroma of pastries and coffee, the scent made my mouth start to water. Damien and I sit down at window seat and look at our menus. We order and start to make small talk about the things we like. I was telling Damien about my hobbies "well I like reading,writing, and music or anything that has to do with the arts" I answer taking a sip from my coffee. "Music huh? I used to play the guitar. What did you do?" Wait Damien played the guitar? "I used to play the piano and I was apart of my choir all throughout high school" I answer shyly as I remember how discriminated kids were for doing anything theatre and music related. "You used to sing? Can you sing to me?" He says leaning over the table giving me a pleasing look. My face heats up by the thought of singing in public and especially in front of him. "Umm..Damien not here" I say leaning away from him and turning my flushed face towards the window. "Fine but I'll here you singing some way or another" he says pointing a finger at me. After we finish or drinks we decide to go to time square to go shopping. While Damien and I are walking through the many tourists he pulls me closer to him. Paparazzi wasn't as bad as I thought it would be but once foreign tourists caught sight of the cameras flashing around us they started asking for pictures. I kindly declined them while Damien flat out ignored them. I see him pull out his phone and dial a number and before I know it security guards surround us. One lady had gotten free from the security and shoved a camera in Damiens face "Do you mind women! I'm not some object you can take pictures of! There is a reason why security around us! Because my wife and I want to be left alone!" Damien yells at the women who was frozen. One of her friends pulls her away and quickly apologize's for her friends actions. Security pulls the women aside and deletes the picture she took without permission. "Lets head back home. I think my meds are making me drowsy" Damiens says as he pulls me back into the direction of the car. Once all the bags a in the trunk we make our way back home in peaceful silence.