The next morning, Flynn didn't have breakfast with us. I'd filled Mother in on what transpired between Damien and my stepfather, after she'd swore she was fast asleep while they squabbled.
“I know I've said it before that I don't want to get involved in anything relating to their rift, but trust me when I say I would've stepped in if I'd heard what Flynn said. He'd crossed a line yesterday. I'm giving him an earful when he gets back.”
I sighed, sipping from my coffee and taking a bite out of my toast. Damien wasn't still up yet and Lia had moved out of the house completely. She figured she'd just stay out of Damien's way since according to her, ‘He and his dad are the reason why our family fell apart. I can't deal with the scandal of being his stepsister. Stay away from him, Tim. He's bad news.’
And I'd agreed, at that point in time, that he was indeed bad news. But after all I'd heard and witnessed last night, I'd realized that Damien wasn't to blame at all for his assholery. Flynn was the kryptonite that made him rebellious — Flynn was to blame for Damien's nonchalance and bad habits. And if indeed he'd wanted to be a part of Damien's life from the onset, he'd have tried harder to locate Terra after their one-night stand. What's the use of being a cop and in love if you can't search for the mother of your child properly? He simply didn't care about them.
I spent the morning updating my journal while downing a giant-sized bowl of homemade ice-cream. Damien didn't come down until two, and he looked like death warmed up as he dragged his feet over to the kitchen to turn on the coffeepot, his hair up in a disheveled mess, dried drool streaks across his face and his eyes bloodshot.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” I sing-songed teasingly.
His voice was groggy as he mumbled a ‘Hey’ and poured himself some coffee into a mug. He gulped it like water in one go.
“So, apparently we're the only one home. Your father is not gonna be home until seven and my Mom's working overnight at the office.”
“Not my business.” He shrugged.
“Well, I just thought it'd be best if I inform you.”
“We'd be better off without them, you know.” He poured himself a second cup and took a sip. “This big house. Just the both of us.”
I smiled, glad that at least for once he wasn't pissing me off. I'd love to see this side of him often, though I knew he was only being kind because he was hungover.
“I wanted to talk to you about — ”
“Jesus.” He plopped the mug down unexpectedly and stumbled back a little, rubbing his temples. “Please stop talking. You're making my head hurt so bad. Ugh.”
“I'm so sorry. I get it, the alcohol is still messing with your head.”
“Yeah. That's another reason.”
I rolled my eyes, and he winked, causing my heart to flutter. Goodness, how on earth did we get to this?
I leaned forward on my arms, adjusting my butt on the granite stool. “So, got anything interesting you're gonna be doing today?”
“Well first, I have to find my fucking head.”
I laughed. “Of course. And then?”
“I've got the day off from the library, so there's that. Maybe I might go hang out with my pals, or chicks. Whatever.” he shrugged his shoulders.
“Would you like us to have a game session later on with pizza and ice-cream?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
He looked thoughtful for a moment and rubbed the scruff on his chin, as though recalling something. “Umm...uh.”
“What?”
He whipped out his phone and groaned. “Shit... I almost forgot. Uh.. I've got a date this afternoon. Might be home late so...”
“With who?” I couldn't help asking.
“With umm...Gloria? Lemme think.”
“You don't know who you're going out with?” I laughed.
He pouted at me adorably. “Shush. Give me a minute.” He scratched his head.
I tsked, feeling pity for his date. “That's just...bad.”
“Oh! It's Regina! Phew, how could I forget that?”
“You tell me. Is she in our school?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
If only Regina knew how interchangeable she was. She'd probably not care so long as she'd bagged one date with the popular Damien Henderson. I heard from Melody that most of the girls at school were at a fierce competition to see who'd date Damien for the most weeks, though I thought his brief fling with Giordan could've put an end to that. Turned out I was wrong and it was probably still on. Speaking about Giordan, I was just relieved that he hadn't tried to contact Damien after the scene he'd caused at the food court. He'd texted at least once yesterday, apologizing and begging for Damien to have him back. His desperation was getting out of control. And after that little mishap yesterday I'd thought his father would've whisked him off to go see a therapist. Or psychiatrist.
It was scarcely past four when Damien came back down. I was curled up on the sofa, scribbling away when he walked down the stairs, looking every inch tempting in black pants and a navy blue turtleneck that hugged and showed off his sculptured abs. His cologne had me in a trance, permeating the air within minutes. His hair was styled backwards into his signature ponytail and his lips were pinker than usual. It was the hottest I'd ever seen him, and I felt it all over down to my dick which throbbed excitedly in my shorts. The energy in the room seemed to change each time he walked in, and every sense of my being was hyperaware of him.
Then I remembered his text from the other night.
Have some self-respect.
Ugh. How could I forget that?
I forced my attention back to what I was scribbling before he came in. It was already obvious to him that I was attracted, and the last thing I wanted was for him to rub it in my face. Just thinking about his text had stirred up my bad mood. I'd even forgotten about my vow to never look at him again after everything that happened with Giordan and Flynn.
But my heart was in stiff disagreement.
“I'll be leaving now.” He announced.
“Okay. Have fun.” I kept my eyes glued to the sketch I was making.
The door slammed shut, and I breathed out a sigh of relief. It'd been ages since I had the house to myself and although the unreasonable part of me wished that Damien had stayed, nothing could beat the privacy and peace I craved too.
I ended up gaming alone. I'd ordered a box of pizza and prepared my normal bowl of candy ice-cream, adding a lot of Snickers. Shortly after I downed the first dollop, a text from Damien came in.
Damien: What the hell happened between us last night?
Tim: How do you mean?
Damien: I've got a faint memory of you sitting at the edge of my bed. Did you take advantage of me?
I snorted at this.
Tim: In your wildest dreams. I was just tucking you in.
Damien: Awwn, you'd make a fine mother.
Tim: You're crazy.
Damien: *laughing emoji*
Tim: Your date must be very boring if you're texting me right now.
Damien: You have no idea. She's currently giving me a blowjob and doing such a bad job at it.
Tim: Eww.
Damien: What? Haven't blown anyone before?
Tim: No, thank you.
Damien: Your sex life must be very boring indeed.
Tim: Duh.
A phone call interrupted our text session. It was from... Giordan? Oh God. I wasn't sure whether to pick it up.
“Uh...Hello?”
“Hi Tim.”
“Hey, Giordan. What's up?”
“Uh, just wanted to stop by your house today. Is Damien in?”
“Uh, no. Why?”
He let out a sigh. “Great. I just don't want him around while I apologize to you.”
Weird. “Sure. You could come over.”
“Thank you. I'll be there in five minutes.”
I hung up and noticed that Damien had sent in more texts while I had been on the phone with Giordan.
Tim: Sorry, that was Giordan. He's coming over to apologize.
A couple of seconds later, my phone rang.
“What the fuck Timothy! You're not letting that creep into the house.”
“He probably feels sorry for his actions and is coming over to set things right. What's the harm in that?”
“You don't understand. Call him and tell that you'd go to his house instead. At least I'm sure his dad will be home. You must not be left alone with him.”
“I'm not going to do that. There's absolutely no reason to. Whatever happened is between you and him. I need to hear him out.”
The call dropped. Fuck! He hung up!
Humph. He had some nerve telling me what to do. And there's not even a good enough explanation for it.
Ten minutes later, I flew off the couch and landed my butt on the floor when the front door opened. Damien had his hands on his knees, panting as though he'd just ran a marathon.
“Where the fuck is he?”
Crap. “What happened to your date?”
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