Faking it with Damian Black by Louise Jane
Faking it with Damian Black by Louise Jane Chapter 7
Chapter 7
-MILLIE-
I groaned, struggling to get my bearings together. There was a loud pounding in
my head and my entire b*dy was so stiff, as if it had been cemented on the bed I
was lying on. Each movement was an impossible feat, even opening my eyes to
orientate where I was.
Light wrestled against darkness, cloaking the room in dimmed light. Vision hazy,
1 sought to take in my surroundings. The gray-painted walls immediately struck
paint.
The mattress silently groaned as I shifted in my lying position. A beating ache in
my head mademoan. A jackhammer was pounding my skull. My entire b*dy
stilled when my butt rubbed against a solid wall of warm muscles. Then a big
hand slid to my front, fanning on my belly, and drewback.
The man behind me, whoever he was, had big hands and a solid b*dy. He was
hard everywhere. If he wasn’t awake yet, a particular part of him was. His
erection, as if it had a mind of its own. kept knocking on the cra ck of my as s
cheeks.
Panic swelled in my throat.
Did I have S** last night?
I tried to scout my brain for answers and found nothing but a hazy vision of the
reunion, never-ending glasses of alcohol. and strobes of red and green laser
lights.
What the hell happened?
This was the downside of relying on coffee to function every f ucking day. My
brain remained asleep even when my b*dy was awake, panicking no less.
I remember drinking wine – lots of it – before coming to the reunion. Then I met
Madeline with Felicity and her minions, seeing Natalie walk in with Hunter oh g
od. My lie and the hottest k*ss of my life cforth, my hands shooting up to
my mouth. I k*ssed Damian!”
“What tis it?” Damian asked in a raspy voice.
I slept with Damian? S hit! Sh it! S hit!”
I should scramble to my feet and distance myself from my best friend’s
stepbrother. But my b*dy and brain were at war. My brain knew that lie
should’ve ended in that reunion and not endup in Damian’s bed. My b*dy
doesn’t seem to get memo, though. I was frozen, curled in a spooning position
with Damian
He was so warm, very masculine, and hard everywhere. The knocking of his
morning wood against my as s joltedback to
life.
S hit!
I scooted away from him. If my skin could turn any redder, I’d spontaneously
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcombast. To my relief, he released me. 1 clambered onto the edge of the
mattress, cradling my face in my palm. The jackhammer pounds intensified with
each move
I made.
Damian sat beside me; his ch*st was bare, and gray sweatpants covered the
lower half of his b*dy.
“What happened?” I looked down at the white shirt I was wearing, my n*pples
poking through its sheer fabric. I bite down the urge to cover myself.
If we slept last night, he’d seen everything by now. I was in his shirt for crying
out loud.
“You don’t remember?” Damian’s mocking tone didn’t sit well with me. I pinned
him with a stare, brows knitted together. He replied by chuckling, rising to his
full height, and headed for his closet. It dawned onthat we were in their
mansion. But
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I was unfamiliar with his room.
I’ve only been in Hunter’s bedroom, and Damian was very minimalist in
comparison. He had a dresser, a desk with a desktop, and a shelf on the side
stacked with books – lots of them.
“You were drunk as f uck,” Damian murmured, grabbing a shirt from his closet
and dragging it over his head. I drank in the sight of his back muscles rippling
until it was concealed beneath his shirt. “I had to drag your as s out of the hotel
to keep you from embarrassing yourself.”
I hide my face in my palms. “G od. What did I do?”
“Apart from climbinglike a tree?”
“Oh, my G od.” Mortified, I looked into Damian’s eyes, perusing those green
pools for humor, and found none.
Corded arms folded over his chest, a look I couldn’t identify sailed over his
features. “You really don’t remember?”
I shook my head. The world spun as I did. Bile crawled from my stomach
through my throat, I grimaced.
He looked the other way. If I didn’t know Damian, I’d say he looked
disappointed. He blew a resigned huff. “Clean up. Get something to wear from
Pigtails’ room. I’ll prepare breakfast”
Not waiting for a reply, he spun on his heels and left. Once the door slotted in
its frame, I mulled over the conversation we just had. Questions swirled in my
head as embarrassment sank into my fiesh at the thought of climbing Damian
like a tree. The biggest puzzle of all was how I ended up in his room, dressed in
nothing but my panties and his shirt.
‘Did we have S**?”
I groaned. I need a f ucking coffee.
Twenty minutes later, dressed in Candice’s sweater and shorts, I entered the
kitchen and instantly fell under Damian’s watchful stare. He scannedover
the cup of coffee licking my bare legs with his gaze as I sat on the barstool
across from him. Candice was five-three, and I was five-six. The only clothes we
shared were oversized sweaters.
I silently filled a mug with coffee, shoulder relaxing as I took a sip. The caffeine
rush in my b*dy was like a drug, kick- starting my brain to work.
“Have you seen my phone?” I asked, reaching for a piece of bacon from the
breakfast platter.
Damian was one of those boys that could cook. It’s one of the perks of being
best friends with Candice; I get to see Damian in a way everyone at school
cannot. I’m not even surprised that it hasn’t changed over the years.
He pointed towards the counter, where it was charging. I rounded the island and
grabbed my phone, grimacing at the number of notifications on the lock screen.
‘Can’t these people lethave a peaceful weekend?”
They all could wait. I need to have food in my system first before dealing with
this mess I call life.
“So, how did I end up in your bed?” I tried to sound nonchalant. Not
remembering if we had S** or not is bugging the hell
out of me.
Damian’s gaze was the epitof calmness and serenity. “I didn’t want to take
the chances of you burning the mansion down.””
I choked on the coffee I was sipping. “What?!”
He reached for the newspaper on the countertop, unfolding it. “You were very
unpredictable, Millicent. I’m all for living in the
moment, carpe diem, and YOLO sh it kids these days call it, but you put yourself
at risk last night.” That calm tone, borderline concern, and scolding reminded
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“Put myself at risk?” I parroted, my voice rising a pitch higher.
28%.
He sighed, meeting my eyes. It was hard to be annoyed at him when he looked
like that. He was good enough to be my breakfast with that disheveled dark gray
hair. In the light of the day, his scruff seemed to rough I imagined him rubbing it
against my skin. I’m a s ucker for scruff, and his was epic.
“You were very drink. You don’t even remember half of what you did. What if I
wasn’t there with you? “Someone could’ve taken advantage of you. There was an
odd punch in “someone”
I frowned, understanding where he was coming from. He’s been overprotective
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmof Candice, and his brotherly protection also extended to my welfare.
Bining my l*p. I glanced down at my coffee, making out a blurry outline of my
messy hair tied in a bun in the dark liquid. “Thank you Things just got out of
hand. It was supposed to be a quick in and out, you know.”
“Drink what you can handle. The pinch of annoyance in his calm tone rubbed
cut him off.
It’s Candice.
Damian rose and exited the kitchen, silently bidding forto answer Candice’s
call.
“Millicent,” Candice’s motherly tone madesit up straighter. She only calls me
by my full nwhen something is
WTONE
“Good morning” My composure was a hoax, and she knew it. A heavy sigh
belched from her end. My brows furrowed. “Is something wrong?” worry laced
my tone.
“Seriously? How much alcohol did you drink last night?” Clutters of silverware
against ceramic accompanied her groan. must’ve been dining with Aaron and
covered the mouthpiece with her hand because I heard her muttled mumble
that she needed to talk ssense to me.
“Letguess, you don’t remember what you did last night, she murmured
accusingly.
My frown deepened. Damian tellingthat was one thing, but Candice was
oceans, Dread sheathed my entire b*dy, my heart pounding in my cats.
Candice took in my silence as confirmation. “Oh boy, this is gonna be
interesting, You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, but I can wait. First, ch*ck your
Instagram account, then call me.”
Fingers trembling. I did as I was told and gasped in horror at what I saw
My profile, which I had been using for the past six months, has now been
changed to a photo of Damian and me
Damian’s cheek rested against my forehead, our eyes were closed, and our
toothy grins appeared as though we were laughing about something so freaking
hilarious
I haven’t seen myself this content and happy in a long time. But Damian, he’d
always been handsome. The longer I stares at
picture, the stronger this unsettling feeling in my gut got
the
We were the epitof a happy couple.
The comment section kept growing like it was counting each millisecond that
passed by The hearts the photo received were more than I got in a mouth with
daily uploads combined.
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