To Control The

Chapter 1 (Damien's POV)

      Standing in the alleyway outside of "The Mid" nightclub as I listen to the thumping of the music inside. I take another drag off of my warm, misty cigarette and close my eyes as I relish the feeling of my demons trying to crawl their way up and as they do, my throat begins to clamp up and I cough up the smoke of my cigarette. "God I need to quit these dreaded things." I think to myself as I drop the half dragged cigarette onto the ground and put it out.
        I sigh and open the door into the club and step into the atmosphere of lust, music, and ecstasy. As I walk in and weave my way through the crowd to head towards the bar, and spot a blonde silhouette walk into my peripheral vision and I turn to see the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. "Is this love at first sight or is it my horny mind on overdrive? Who knows?"
      I stride towards her to welcome her to the lustrous club that is "The Mid", but then a big blonde behemoth steps in front of me to greet her instead of me. He reeks of rum and vodka. "A bad combination buddy. That's a disaster waiting to happen". I roll my eyes as I walk back to the bar and order a whiskey neat as always. I take a swig of it and smirk to myself as I remember my father making himself a drink after a long day of work.
        A soft voice speaks up to my ear as my eyes are closed as I savor my drink, "Is this seat taken?" I open my eyes and turn to see her. Have my eyes deceived me? Is she really standing behind me wanting to sit next to me? I murmur softly, "Yes, I mean No! This seat is not taken." Her eyes widened in excitement to sit. My chest fills with delight as I move my coat from the seat to let her sit down. She smiles at my courtesy and leans toward my ear once again and whispers, "Thank you. I'm trying to avoid a smelly dumbass who's trying to flirt or whatever it is that he is trying to do" She laughs as she turns her head and I look over with her to see the big blonde dancing with his friends and other girls trying to lure her into his arms. She turns to me and I shrug. "Poor Blondie!" I think to myself.
      A song comes on and I see her smile in glee. She grabs my hand and rushes us away to the dance floor. I grumble, but make the best of it. "Geez, if mother could see me now. Me dancing. At a club."She turns herself around and begins to grind against me. My eyes widen in shock at the feeling. It is as if she knows I want her. I feel as if we are moving as one. I breathe softly and close my eyes trying to control my lower half of my body. "No erection tonight. Not in front or behind her. Not yet." She moves her hands behind her, wrapping them around my neck, caressing me. Seducing me. Thinking that it is not working. Oh it's working sweetheart!
         Later on, we move to the upper part of the club, so that we could talk more privately, which is seemingly more quiet than down below. She tells me that she is in Chicago for an art gallery that one of her friends is hosting. I listen to her attentively as we talk and I feel as if we have known each other for a very long time. "As if." I tell her about the time my father would take me and my mother to the lake house we had in Michigan and that we would have huge cookouts with our neighbors. I watch as her big blue eyes would look down at her hands nervously, giggling as she spoke to me about her embarrassing moments in college with her old roommates.
       By the end of the night, we exchanged goodbyes and what I didn't feel is that she slipped her name and number into my coat pocket. I smile at the sight of her name. "Layla". I make my way into my blacked out Mercedes and drive off into the night to my two story loft that I own all on my own. I punch in the code to get in and go up the elevator and sigh as I think. "What a night. Layla. My sweet Layla. Oh how I will make you mine.". I close my eyes and think of her in that tight red silk dress and those stilettos. How I could slowly inch that dress off of her porcelain skin and kiss every part of her body, claiming her moans and screams. I hear the ding of my elevator and snap out of the trance that is Layla. I run my fingers through my troused hair as I make my way through the living room and drop my coat onto the couch. I begin to slow unbutton my black shirt and make my way to my bedroom. I undress and brush my teeth and lay in the darkness that is my room. I look up at the gray ceiling and slowly drift off into sleep.
      "Damien!" "Damien, Help me!" "Please, my sweet boy!". I wake in horror as cold sweat drips down my forehead and chest. I wipe it away and run my hands through my damp hair. I shake in fear and get up from bed and walk into my kitchen. "I don't want to think of that day." I grab a glass and pour ice cold water into it and begin to drink as I hear, "Damien, why did you let this happen to me?" I choke up and cough harshly dropping the glass, as it shatters onto my hard wood floor. I turn and step into the shattered pieces and look around my loft in fright that my past maybe back to haunt me once again.