I was never going to have it all.
Confidence.
Friends.
Or Love.
Not now. Not ever.
Until him.
A spoiled brat.
UOP's ultimate asshole.
The hockey team bad boy.
Damon Saint.
He hates me,
Or so I thought.
One night. One. That was supposed to be it.
Unt...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
My eyes flutter open as the morning sun seeps through the curtains. I take a look around realizing I have no idea where I am. Turning my head my eyes flicker, getting used to the light. My eyes zero in on a body asleep peacefully beside me and I realize it's Damon. I widen my eyes when I notice his shirt isn't on his body.
Lifting the blanket I sigh with relief when I realize his boxers are on and I have my clothes from yesterday covering me. Yawning I pull myself from the bed and rub my eyes. Eying Damon's motionless body I grab my bag of clothes and quickly change into a new clean pair of comfortable clothes.
Lifting my head I turn and look at Damon to see him sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his eyes. Quickly fixing my crazy hair I yawn and shove my dirty clothes into my overnight bag. "Damon, honey" a soft voice comes through the door. I avert my eyes from the door and scramble towards the bed.
Damon quickly pulls a pair of black skinny jeans up his legs before throwing on a t-shirt. "Come in," he calls gently. A blonde woman with blue eyes enters the bedroom with a smile on her face. "I didn't even know you were here till I saw Soren asleep on the couch when I walked out of my room this morning" she smiles at her son.
Damon puts on the best smile he can before picking up his cell phone. "We can't stay mom, we have things to take care of" he replies quickly. I look up at the doorway when Damien and Soren come into sight and my smile drops when I notice their expression. "Damon, Hanna. We have to go" Damien says as soft as he can.
I nod slowly climbing off the bed and grabbing my things. "Who is this pretty lady?" the woman smiles at me. I smile softly back at her as I slide my bag onto my shoulder. "I'm Hanna, Damon's tutor" I reply softly. "Margarita" someone calls from down the hall. The blonde woman turns to the doorway and smiles. "I'll be right with you, Jenna" she calls out.
Margarita turns to face me and smiles. "I can tell Damon sees you in a different way, he hasn't brought any girls to my house since Emily" she says softly. I feel Damon's body go rigid at the mention of Emily's name and I bite onto my lip. "She doesn't know about her" Damon snaps, standing to his feet and gathering his things.
Looking at the floor I shuffle my feet. "Bailey wanted me to know because I was asking so many questions about you. She thought it was fit. I knew what happened just in case" I whisper. Damon stops what he's doing and turns to face me. "Bailey Sanchez?" Margarita asks. I nod slowly before my eyes meet Damon's.
His eyes are haunted, his smile doesn't exist. He uses scowls and tattoos to cover up his demons but I saw right through that just now, I can tell that day destroyed him. "We gotta get going mom" Damien says from behind her. Margarita nods before hugging each of her sons. "You all be safe for me" she smiles wiping her eyes.
Damon nods taking my hands in his. "Damon, she's a good one. Don't let her go" his mother says, smiling at me. I gently smile back before I follow Damien and Soren out to the car leaving Damon to have a moment with his mother. "Bailey told you about Em?" Damien asks me as we put bags into the car. I nod slowly as I set Soren's bag in the trunk.