Chapter Eleven
Angela walked into the kitchen. She had to concentrate on something to clear the tension in the air. She was acutely aware of Damian following her into the kitchen. She checked the refrigerator to see what dinner she could cook. She could feel Damian behind her, his piercing gaze upon her but she daren't look back at him.
"I think I'll make one pot chicken spaghetti for dinner. Are you eating here?" She asked with bated breath as he came closer behind her.
"Where else will I go?" He spoke from behind, his warm breath on her earlobe. It sent a tingle of electric current down her body.
"Why did you lie to Whitney?" She asked softly, taking out the ingredients she needed and closing the refrigerator.
"I didn't. I told you I can't be only friends with you, " he said, taking the ingredients from her hands and placing them on the counter.
"Please Damian. Let's not go into that again," she said looking at the floor. Damian whirled and strode towards her. She stepped back as he approached her, till her back hit the kitchen counter.
"Why not? I want you. I've waited for us to grow up. I've changed for you. Why can't I deserve you?" He asked, earnestly.
"I just don't want to go into a relationship right now, " she said as he stood in front of her, his eyes blazing with fire.
"But what about me? I want a relationship with you. I've always wanted," he said, his hands stretching and tucking a stray curl behind her ear.
"I don't know. Let me make dinner now," she said, eager to escape. She tried to move and start making dinner but he was blocking her.
"I won't move until I get my answer, " he insisted stubbornly.
"Damian please, " she said, not sure herself what she was pleading for.
"Please what Angel?" He said, coming more close, his baby blue eyes boring into hers, making her lose herself into him. His mesmerising eyes burned her as she stood hypnotised against the kitchen counter. Minutes seemed like hours as they stood gazing at one another.
"Damian," she whispered. Damian stared at her lips which whispered his name like a prayer. They were moist, parted, plump, inviting and too pink to be left alone. He had dreamt of kissing her every second for the last six years of his life. He couldn't resist the temptation.
His fingers traced the outline of her face, from her temples, to her cheek, her jawline and back up, teasing her, tormenting her. His warm breath played upon her face which was inches away from hers. Yet he didn't kiss her.
Angela's breath hitched and she closed her eyes. She felt Damian lips softly, lightly caress her jawline and plant a small peck at the corner of her mouth. He still didn't kiss her. He did the same with the other side of her face, planting a soft peck on the other corner of her mouth. Angela let out a staggering breath at the torture.
She opened her eyes and saw the torturous look on Damian's face as he stared at her mouth longingly. Yet he didn't kiss her. His eyes were dark, his breathing erratic as if he was trying to control himself. Yet he didnt kiss her. He helplessly looked into her eyes and walked away towards the door. Angela caught his hand and pulled him towards her.
"Kiss me please, " she begged him. His pupils were dilated and his hands picked her up and placed her on the counter. He parted her legs and stood in between. His large hand cupped her face while his other hand pulled her closer to his body. Damian crashed his warm lips onto hers, fire crackling at the contact. Angela wrapped her hands around his broad shoulders, her fingers embedded into his soft, silky hair.
She had never kissed anyone in her whole life, yet somehow her mouth knew how to respond to Damian's. Her tongue followed his as he plunged into her parted mouth, playing with her sweetness. The kiss was all they could feel, their bodies moulded into one another's.
Damian groaned with longing, his large hand going under her hips and pulling her more close if that was even possible. Angela never knew that kissing Damian would feel so addictive, so right. She couldn't get enough of him. His minty breath and taste played havoc with her senses as she kissed him back with the same passion, the same fire.
"I love you," breathed Damian and Angela's heart pulsed at a rapid rate. She could hear his heart beating like thunder against her chest as their bodies were close to each other.
"Oh, Damian," she moaned with longing. His mouth left hers and went down to her neck. He sucked hungrily as Angela closed her eyes at the throbbing it stirred deep within her.
"Fuck," he swore as he suddenly released her and closed his eyes, trying to control himself. Angela looked at him confused by his behaviour. Damian walked off without a word, out of the main door, banging the door shut behind him.
Angela couldn't gather what just happened. Why did he leave so abruptly? Did she do something wrong? Confused, she calmed herself down and prepared a sandwich for herself. She ate it with a glass of warm milk. Feeling unhappy and frustrated, she went to her room to unpack.
Angela sighed as she remembered the kiss that they shared. She wanted more. She couldn't understand this new longing in her to kiss Damian Anderson.
Damian cursed himself again and again as he climbed into his car. Thankfully no one saw his embarrassing moment. He couldn't believe that he had released himself into his pants after a mere kiss. Kissing Angela was the best moment of his life. Xavion would laugh his ass off if he heard it. Damian's cheeks burnt with embarrassment. He thanked God that Angela was too innocent to realise what had happened to him. She had not even touched him and he had lost it.
He was so experienced yet he never lost his composure ever and it always took more than a kiss to get him aroused.
He parked his car and hurried up to his room. Thankfully no one saw him. He felt wet and so uncomfortable. He needed a cold shower first. He opened the door to his room and facepalmed seeing Xavion, of all people, waiting for him, sprawled on his bed.
He looked up as Damian opened the door. His glance went down to his wet crotch and he sat up with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
He then laughed and laughed and fell off the bed,"Who made you pee in your pants, man?" He howled with laughter.
"Shut up. I didn't pee," grunted Damian.
"Then who made you spill your seeds? What a waste!" He clucked his tongue again laughing his ass off.
"Weren't you with Angela?" He asked and Damian nodded.
"Did you guys do it?" Xavion asked puzzled.
"Don't be dumb. If we would have done it, all my cum would be inside her, not all over me," said a displeased Damian.
"Then what did you do?" Asked Xavion, confused as ever.
"We just kissed dude," confessed Damian and Xavion just gaped at him.
"I pity you man. I really don't want this love shit anymore. I'm scared, " said Xavion as Damian walked to his ensuite for a shower. He took a long shower to get the kiss that they shared out of his head. He would die of longing if she aroused him this way all the time.
He wrapped a towel around his torso after drying himself and came out of the en-suite. Going to his walk in closet, he wore his clothes and came to lie down beside Xavion.
"How did you know that I was with Angela?" Damian asked suddenly remembering Xavion's comment.
"I met Harry and Steffi on their way to a date," he informed.
"She's shifted Xav," sighed Damian.
"Good enough for you. You can go to her house anytime and meet her," suggested Xavion and Damian's eyes twinkled.
"Yes, you're right. I think I've to get a spare key from Whitney, her roomie," said Damian.
"Why her? Harry has one. You want a duplicate? I'll ask him," grinned Xavion and they both fist bumped.
"I'll get going man. Uncle Dave wants my signature on certain documents. I'll speak to Harry too about that key. See you," said Xavion, leaving his room and going away.
Damian went downstairs to get his dinner. The main door clicked open and his dad staggered inside, in a very inebriated condition. He went upto his room without even glancing his way. This had been the norm ever since his mom left. They didn't speak a single word to one another since then. His dad stayed away most of the days. Damian never wanted to know where he stayed. They both avoided each other like a plague.
It was the worst situation possible. Damian sighed and served himself his dinner and walked up to his room to eat in peace. He hated staying in this house but his grandpa had loved him and wanted him to stay here always. It had been the house he had built for his grandma.
He would get it on his eighteenth birthday which was next month.