Addicted Damien (Sartori #1)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Spooned

Early in the morning at actually thirty minutes past two o'clock, and well aware of the hard and naked body underneath the comforter, I held my breath, afraid of the idea that he might hear me pant because of the intense proximity of my body to the ones beside me on this nice bed.

Should I try to tear Damien's rough arm from clinging to my small waist? I should not, I did not want to wake the beast up. This was not new to me, and we had been sleeping like this for three times straight.

This coming night, I would expect that we won't be sleeping like this because we would be partying and enjoying in a particular nightclub, and this would be my first time. I had never experienced nightlife as all I thought and my opinion about it before was it would just gonna be a waste of time, strength and energy when I should have to be sleeping in bed, relaxing and resting.

Another thought kicked in my mind. Realizing that I had not asked Damien about a girl, or perhaps a woman named Victoria. The name that he just mentioned yesterday before he ended the phone call.

Hindi ko na iyon nagawang itanong sa kanya dahil sa oras na pinutol niya ang tawag at nakita ako ay walang pag-aalinlangang lumapit ito sa akin, at iginiya ako patungo rito sa loob ng kuwarto upang pakalmahin ang kanyang sarili.

Days ago, this room was a mess. Broken things, shards of glass scattered on the frigid ground, tattered and torn blackout curtains, and what necessary furnitures in a normal room was all but left havoc.

When Damien was finally back in his usual self, he ordered his men to clean the hideous disorderliness and dishevelment of the broken stuffs and moveables. They had the things disposed and replaced new ones.

Alright, there was just this one thing that had remained a brainteaser to me as well as I thought about who Victoria was, and the sudden appearance of Alesandro at Hollywood and Highland.

Why was I wearing Damien's boxers that time when I woke up? Yet I did not feel sore or being entered. And why was the things seemed ten times destroyed than what I had seen that night he was not with himself?

My gaze found Damien's sleeping face just over my forehead. Sa pagkakaalam ko ay madali lang magising si Damien, pero gusto ko na talagang lumabas at pumunta sa kusina upang uminom ng gatas. Hindi na naman ako makakabalik sa pagtulog. Ganito talaga ako kahit noon pa, kapag ilang gabi na hindi ako natutulog sa tamang oras ay aasahan kong sa mga susunod na gabi ay madalas na akong magigising ng ganito kaaga, at hindi na makakabalik sa pagtulog kapag hindi ako iinom ng gatas.

Pero babalik din naman ako sa normal na pagtulog kapag sinanay ko na ulit ang sarili kong matulog sa tamang oras at magising sa tamang oras din.

Risking was not that bad and would not give me negative outcome, right? The only way to know, was to do it.

Tahimik at dahan-dahan kong inangat ang may kabigatang maugat na braso ni Damien na mahigpit na nakayakap sa beywang ko.

Kinagat ko ang aking dila upang pigilan ang sariling suminghap nang sa kalagitnaan ng pag-angat ko sa kanyang maskuladong braso upang makaalis ako ay narinig ko ang ungol ng pagrereklamo ni Damien at wala akong nagawa nang binalik niya ang kanyang braso sa aking beywang. Sa pagkakataong ito ay mas mahigpit ito kesa kanina.

"Hm..." It was followed by a groan of displeasure. "Saan ka pupunta?"

Medyo paos ang magaspang na boses ni Damien nang marahan siyang nagsalita. Hinigit niya pa ako palapit sa kanya at ngayon ay magkadikit na ang kanyang matigas na dibdib sa isang balikat ko. He was laying on his side, facing me, spooning my small frame with his.