Chapter Thirty
"Damian, I.. " before she could complete her sentence, his hot mouth crashed to hers, in a soul-stirring, wild and rough kiss. She parted her mouth willingly for him to plunge his tongue inside and taste her. His hot tongue slid into her mouth, his arm pulling her flush against him, while his other hand pulled her hair from its clasp and let it tumble free. His fingers tangled into her soft silky tresses as he angled her mouth well to receive his kiss full on her lips.
A throat cleared near the door, "Guys use the spare bedroom, hmm?" Said Harry's amused voice. Damian groaned and released her slowly.
"Spoilsport," he glared at Harry, feeling more frustrated with his condition than ever. His condition was like giving a starved man only a morsel of food and snatching the rest of the food away from him. Harry grinned more devilishly, knowing his condition very well.
Angela ran out of the kitchen, her cheeks blazing hot, her face red with embarrassment. She went to the spare bedroom and locked the door. She stood against the door to calm her erratic breathing. Her lips felt hot and swollen after that wildfire kiss she shared with Damian.
She slowly calmed down and changed into a dusty lavender maxi dress, with spaghetti straps and a v-shaped neckline and chiffon skirt. The fitted crocheted lace bodice made the dress look extraordinary and clung to her curves. She wore diamond stud earrings and brushed her hair leaving it untied. Opening the door, she emerged from her room and saw that Xavion and a few of their classmates had arrived too. Damian was nowhere to be found, so she went to the kitchen to help out Steffi.
"Whoa, girl, you're looking awesome. If Damian doesn't hurry, all the single guys will fall for you today, " she winked at Angela.
Damian growled from the door. "She's mine already," he retorted angrily.
Steffi laughed, "Relax Tiger. I got the idea, " she said with a wink.
Damian flashed a strained smile and stared at Angela more. "Damian help us carry the drinks to the table please," said Steffi. He came forward and took the tray of drinks from Angela's hands and walked out.
Angela poured another trayful and carried it outside. Steffi served the hors d'oeuvres in another tray and carried them outside to the living room. There were nearly thirty guests gathered there. They were all laughing and joking with each other. Angela brought in more hors d'oeuvres and placed it on the dining table for people to help themselves.
Damian preferred to stick to her rather than join in with the others. "Won't you enjoy the party?" Asked Steffi and he shook his head.
"I'm enjoying it my way. I prefer this," he grumbled. He wanted to pull Angela into his arms. He was dying to have his kiss but his frustration grew when he didn't get an opportunity.
"I was just joking Damian. No one will whisk away your Angel, " said Steffi, and Damian looked at her. He didn't say anything other than go back to the kitchen where Angela was making another batch of drinks after the last two trays full of drinks was consumed already.
Steffi came inside too, "Everyone loves them, Angie," she said and Damian mumbled angrily. She walked out to mingle with her guests. Angela looked at him, not understanding what was wrong with him.
"Why have you worn this?" He growled, going closer to Angela, displeased with what she was wearing.
"Why? What's wrong with this dress? It's covering me adequately," She said in confusion.
She finished making the drinks and kept them in the refrigerator. "It's molded to your body? Are you trying to entice all the guys here?" He growled more.
She was pouring more drinks into glasses. She looked up at him with her jaws dropped. "You want me to wear what, baggy sacks?" She asked him, bewildered by his statement.
Damian stared at her quietly. "I didn't say that. At least you should have scaled it down," he stated.
"I have scaled it down. I didn't apply any makeup. Have you seen me sitting and enjoying with the guys? All I'm doing is working in the kitchen. Most of those guys are my classmates, Damian. I've grown up with them. Why would I need to entice them? They know we're together, don't they?" She spoke, hurt evident in her tone. She picked up the tray and walked out of the kitchen. Why was he being so impossible?
What she said struck him deep in his heart.
They know we're together
He smiled at her statement, feeling lightheaded and blissfully happy that she had accepted at last that they were together.
He went out and sat beside Xavion. Angela handed him a glass of drink and sat down beside him with her own drink.
"Angela, the drinks are very refreshing, do share the recipe," said Dana, Harry's brother's girlfriend.
Angela knew all the guests very well. She met Harry's brother Gareth many times at school. He was two years older than them. "Sure, I'll text you the recipe. Give me your number," said Angela. They shared their numbers.
Dana sat down with her. "So when are you and Damian getting hitched?" She asked.
"It's your turn first. When's your wedding?" She asked instead.
"We will get married only after completing our studies," informed Dana.
"Oh, that's good but a long wait," she said.
"What about you?" Dana asked Angela.
"We haven't decided yet. I Will inform you when we officially decide upon a date," Angela said. Damian was all ears to what they were discussing. He smiled and did a happy dance in his head at their topic of discussion.
"Are you doing a happy dance, bro?" Asked Xavion and Damian grinned.
"You bet," he commented with a wink.
Steffi came up and whisked Angela away to her bedroom. "Harry's giving them a tour of the apartment. Hurry, Angie, help me clear the clutter, please, " she said and both of them started to clear up. Damian knocked and peeped inside.
"What are you girls doing?" He asked curiously.
"Cleaning, " they chorused.
"I can help too," he offered and Steffi grinned.
"Okay, I'll keep them occupied while you both clean up," she said, going outside the room and closing the door.
The moment the door closed, Damian strode towards her and pulled her close into his arms, his mouth grazing at her ear, "So when are you marrying me, huh?" He asked, deeply inhaling her.
"Shut up and move. Let's clean please," Angela said, pushing him away.
"But I don't want to move away from you. Go on a date with me tomorrow please?" Asked Damian, his face expectant and waiting.
"Ok," she agreed and he grinned.
"Be ready and come out by 11 o'clock in the morning," he said, releasing her. Angela nodded and they quickly cleaned up the room.
Steffi came in to check and satisfied with the results, they all went out. Harry and Steffi gave everyone a tour of the house.
Afterward, they served the food, buffet-style and everyone enjoyed the delicacies that they had made. After eating, they played some card games and truth or dare, and other games.
Slowly the guests left one by one and Angela helped with the cleaning up. Steffi was more than grateful.
"I don't know what I would have done without you, Angie," she said as they cleaned up. Damian, Xavion, and Harry cleaned up the living room well.
Afterward, they shared a drink together. Damian walked Angela to her car. "Remember our date tomorrow, Angel. Be ready," he reminded her.
"Yes, I'll be ready, " said Angela. Damian was too excited that she agreed to go out with him. As they reached the parking lot to her car, he trapped her between himself and her car. "What are you doing, Damian?" She asked looking around.
He pressed his body to hers,"Kissing you. Can't you see that you're driving me crazy?" He said in a tortured voice. She placed her hands on his chest but he caught her hands and placed them around his neck, her body flush against his chest, crushed to him. Angela placed her head onto his chest.
"Not here, please," she said but would Damian listen to her? No, of course not.
"I need you, please, " he said, placing a finger on her chin and making her look at him. She couldn't move away anymore.
His tortured words, "I need you," had more effect upon her senses than she would ever admit.
He stared at her upturned face and lowered his head to crash his lips to hers. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her as close as he possibly could. A moan escaped her mouth as his tongue traced along her lower lip, then sucking it till she moaned again at the torture. His hot tongue slid in and tasted her sweetness, eliciting an equally passionate moan from her.
Her hand tightened around his neck, caressed his soft silky hair till he groaned with pleasure. "Kiss me, Angel," he commanded. Angela was powerless to do anything else other than obliging him. Kissing him back with equal fervor, she realized that this was what had been missing from her life for the last few weeks. Her Damian.