His Property

Chapter 5

I was just Damon.

"Have you seen your friend anywhere?" He asked.

"No, why?" I asked suspiciously.

"You look like a loser there alone,"

I glared at him and took another sip of my lemonade. My head started to spin a little bit, but I put it off as a headache.

"I don't feel well, I'm going back to the flat," I announced.

My sandals felt like they were slipping around and a delirious smile haunted my face as I stumbled out of the house.

I just need to get to bed...

*

I woke up in my bed at dawn, shivering with cold. I still had the headache from last night.

I leant over the side of my bed to get a jumper but looked down and noticed that I was only in my bra and panties.

I don't usually swear, but this was an exception.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed.

A shirtless Damon came out of his room, looking sleepy.

"Oh yeah, what you drank last night? Wasn't lemonade, princess. You passed out on the front steps and I took you home, then you woke up and stripped in front of me."

I took this in with a shocked face.

"Nice tits, by the way,"

I grabbed the blanket off my bed and covered myself with it.

"And you didn't stop me? You let a drunk Bea strip in front of you when she had no control of her body and you didn't do anything?"

*Damon's perspective from last night*

The party was over.

People streamed back to their houses, laughing and shouting.

It was 2am.

I tripped over something on the steps. Looking down, I realised that it was a person.

And that person happened to be Bea.

She was passed out, so I guess that she drank more than lemonade tonight.

I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder.

As soon as I dropped her onto her bed, she opened her eyes and sat up.

"Go to bed," I said, taking my shirt off.

She stared at me.
"You're so hot," escaped her mouth.

I looked at her, shocked. She giggled, "do you think I'm hot? Do you?"

Bea began to take her dress off, leaving her in her lacy purple bra and panties. The necklace still glinted at her neck.

I stared at her. Underneath the dorky clothes that she usually wears, she actually had a hot body.

And reasonably big boobs.

She looked at me seductively and began to walk towards me, before collapsing on the ground and passing out again.

I felt bad that I was touching her partially naked body without her permission, but I couldn't let her sleep on the floor, so I moved her to her bed.

*Bea's perspective*

I got dressed as fast as I could in the bathroom, still burning with embarrassment.

I wonder why I don't feel that sick-

My stomach heaved and I immediately ran to the toilet, barely making it before I vomited.

I know that I drank lemonade last night, and no alcohol, so I wonder why I passed out-

When I put my cup down, someone must have put a drug in the wrong cup. I started to cry a little bit.

I threw up a couple more times and then looked up to see Damon staring at me.

"Can you make breakfast?" I croaked, "lucky today's a day off challenges,"

He made pancakes, and boy, were they good. I spent the rest of the day on the couch, watching TV.

Damon had gone out swimming, but left his phone. It buzzed, and I picked it up, looking at the message.

'Your roommate's hot in that video. She a virgin?'

I gasped in shock, before opening his phone, which he stupidly kept unlocked. The messages were from his friend Bryce, who has never said a word to me in my entire two years of hating him.

I went to his friends' group chat and clicked on the video. The messages were unread.

I was wearing my purple lingerie and tottering drunkenly towards Damon in my sandals, who was in the frame of the camera.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Escaped my mouth on video.

I shut down the video and put my head in my hands. I cried a little until I realised that Damon must have filmed me when I was drunk, sent it to one of his friends and that friend showed his friends.

I clenched my fists.

I'm going to kill him.