Masked Feelings

by Lechna Baram

  “Take me then,” I said, staring at him with a smirk. He groaned and leaned over me, taking my lips into an urgent and rough kiss. He gently lifted me off the bed, making me sit. I smiled when he pulled away to stare at me. I tilted my head slightly to the left and observed me. I was currently wearing a dress which had a zip to the side. He leaned nearer and slowly unzipped the dress. He let one of the straps fall down my arm, before pulling down the other one. He took a deep breath when he finally saw my black bra which contrasted against my white skin.

  “You're so beautiful,” he whispered, looking as if he was in some sort of trance. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and gently sucked on my skin, making me moan. His lips slowly trailed down to my collarbone. I bit my lips to stop myself from moaning out loud. His lips continued to work on my skin, making me squirm in want while his hands pulled my dress away from me. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the bed with only my bra and my underwear on and Damian was hovering over me. I let my hand trail on his chest, his muscles under my hands were to die for. My hands slowly made their way to his pants. He was staring at me, observing each of my moves. He wasn't stopping me. In fact, it was as if he was waiting for this for a long time now. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, looking into his eyes.

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked. Damian stared at me in disbelief before laughing and taking off his pants.

  “Am I not the one who's supposed to ask that?” he asked in amusement. I shrugged and turned him around so that he was under me and I was straddling his hips. His hands held me by my hips while his eyes trailed on my body.

  “You're the one who ended the deal,” I whispered as I gave him a little smirk. I like being in control and I knew that Damian hated losing control. He turned us around again and pinned my hands above my head.

  “To hell with that deal,” he said with clenched jaw. “I don't give a shit about it. If I want to take you, I will.” I tried struggling against his hands but I couldn't. He finally let go of my hands to be able to take off my bra. Once it was off, he dipped his face to take one nipple in his mouth while he fondled the other one. My hands were holding his head, pressing him closer to me. My back arched in pleasure that he was giving me, without being inside of me. “Maybe I should make you have an orgasm like this,” he whispered against my nipple, his warm breath causing goosebumps to rise. “Or this way?” he asked, his hands cupping my sex. I moaned when he applied pressure and started rubbing his hand. He slowly started lowering himself on me and he took off underwear while keeping his eyes on me.

  “Damian,” I moaned when I felt his fingers on me. Slowly, he slid one finger inside of me. I arched my back and pulled on the bed sheets. I didn't give a fuck about how much noise I was making. He started pumping and the next thing I knew, his tongue was on me. “Holy fuck,” I gasped as he did amazing work on me. Just as I was about to reach a magnificent orgasm, he pulled away and looked at me with a smirk. What the hell? I was sweaty and needy, lying naked in bed, with a sexy ass man in front of me. Why the hell won't he let me have my orgasm?

  Okay. I sound like a horny teen.

  “I need to be inside of you,” Damian said as he pulled his erection out of his boxers. “I want to make you explode this way.” He really needed to stop talking. Otherwise I was going to combust only by his words. He hovered over me again, one of his hand was next to my head. He was in between my legs. I licked my lips unconsciously. I was still needy and there was a fire burning inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he entered me. He was so big. I gasped when he slammed into me.

  “You're so tight,” he groaned in appreciation and started moving in and out. He started kissing, sucking, and biting on my skin just below my ears, making me moan at the different feelings that were invading my body. I was shaking. My body wanted a release, and Damian knew it. He increased his pace and took one of my nipple in his mouth. He bit on it and pulled a little bit. He then proceeded in biting on the skin around my boob, making sure to leave marks. I knew that I was close to an orgasm.

  “I'm so close,” I gasped, trying to calm the quivering in my voice. He grunted and crashed his lips against mine. He pulled away too soon to look at me. As he thrusted harder and faster, I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on all the pleasure that I was feeling.

  “Open your eyes,” Damian demanded. I did. I was breathing heavily, he was too. He leaned his forehead against mine. “Give it to me,” he demanded with clenched jaw and I did. I exploded in a breathtaking orgasm and soon, Damian followed behind. I could feel warm liquid inside of me. I was still trying to recover from all of it. Damian stayed inside of me, his forehead was still against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in the crook of his neck. I wish there was more. I wish for so much more. Damian was an amazing person. He had a lot to offer. I hugged him tighter before letting him go. He pulled out of me, making me wince slightly.

  “We need to pack,” I told him, trying to avoid the fact that we just had amazing sex. If it had to be only sex, then that's what it's going to be.

  “What's wrong?” he asked with a little frown.

  “Nothing,” I answered as he moved to lie next to me. I stood up and took the sheet along. I wrapped it around me and stared at him. “Help me pack!” I said, rolling my eyes. I needed to distract him. I didn't want him to start questioning me. I took his boxers and threw it at him. He quickly caught it and put it on before standing up.

  “Let me help you look for your bras and underwear,” he commented normally as he started opening drawers, making me gasp. I playfully slapped his arm and decided to put on a dress. As I let the bedsheet fall to the floor, I heard Damian groan. “You made me hard again,” he said, staring at me. I ignored him but a smile crept on my face as I threw on a loose dress.

  I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Damian was somewhere in this house. He was most probably in his office. I should start looking for a job but where should I start looking? That was the question that was bothering me. Maybe I should consider Dean's offer to help me. I groaned and sat on the bed. It was getting boring here.

  I put on a huge sweater over my shorts and got out of the room while humming a song. Damian's house was huge. Didn't he feel alone here? I walked to the living room and let my body fall on the couch. Night was slowly falling. Why not watch a movie? Even though I knew Damian was in the house, it felt as if I was alone.

  What should I watch?

  “What are you doing?” I turned my head to see Damian walking towards me. He was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. Damn. He was always so good looking.

  “I was going to watch a movie,” I told him, pulling the remote control.

  “Have you eaten already?” he asked, his tone controlling and hard as ever. I shook my head, making him take a deep breath. “What are you waiting for?” he asked as he walked to me and pulled the remote out of my hands.

  “I'm not hungry!” I exclaimed, reaching for the remote again. I wanted to watch Transformers now.

  “Come.” He ordered as he placed the remote on his modern glass shelf. Was he serious? I wasn't going to get tall enough to reach that.

  “Damian!” I whined, my eyes not leaving the unreachable remote. He was such a dick. I sat on the couch, with my arms crossed over my chest and I was pouting. I seriously wanted to watch Transformers now.

  “Athena. Stop being such a kid,” Damian scolded. “Come!” he urged. I shook my head making him groan. I watched as he approached me. I blinked several times before realizing what he was about to do. But it was too late. The next thing I knew, I was having a nice view of his ass as he carried me as if I was a sack of potatoes. I could feel one of his hand around my hips.

  “Damian,” I gasped as he started walking as if I wasn't on him.

  “You should have listened!” he sang playfully. I couldn't help but smile at playful Damian. I liked playful Damian.

  “Who's being a kid now?” I asked, rolling my eyes. I wanted t
o laugh but I didn't. I wanted to keep a cool facade.

  “If you listened to me, you wouldn't be in this position right now,” Damian told me. I scoffed and bit my lips.

  “I have quite a nice view, to be honest,” I mumbled loud enough for him to hear. He stopped walking and suddenly, I was being lifted and handled so that my legs were now wrapped around his hips and my arms were around his neck. His hands were on my ass as he held me. Eyes to eyes contact. We were both staring at each other, without saying any words. Damian then smiled. He smiled. His smile was so beautiful.

  “Now I have a nice view,” Damian whispered as he leaned and pecked my lips. He shouldn't be doing this. I didn't kiss back. I pulled away and smiled.

  “Put me down, now.” I ordered teasingly. He did put me down. “Where are we going?” I asked, walking by his side.

  “To the kitchen. I'm hungry and you haven't eaten as well,” he said. “You lost a lot of blood. You need to eat to gain energy.” Damian explained, sounding too doctorish.

  “I thought you saw how much energy I have,” I mumbled, referring to our steamy sexual encounter in my apartment.

  “You'll be staying here for a few we–days,” Damian said and I knew that he was going to say weeks. I decided to let it slip so that we won't have an argument right now. “You'll be needing energy,” he then said huskily. I took a deep breath as we entered the kitchen. The cook was already preparing dinner. We sat by the table and Damian was staring at me. We needed to talk about us. I didn't know how he was going to react.

  “Damian,” I started. When he stared at me with a frown adorning his beautiful face, I knew that I got his attention. “What are we actually doing?” I askasked after clearing my throat. I felt quite uncomfortable with the cook walking around the kitchen, preparing the food.

  “What do you think we're doing?” Damian asked back, making me groan in annoyance.

  “I asked first,” I mumbled.

  “Yeah, you do act like a child.” Damian chuckled.

  “I'm being serious. I'm completely lost right now. You said that you wanted to end the deal and the next thing I knew, we were doing it in my apartment,” I burst out and quickly slapped my hand over my mouth when I heard the cook laugh. The man was in his mid-thirties and he got blond hair. His eyes were blue. He seemed pretty cool.

  “Franco, don't laugh,” Damian said, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

  “My bad,” Franco said as he raised two hands in surrender, a spatula in one of them. “Would you like me to leave for the moment?”

  “Would you?” Damian asked me.

  Obviously!

  “No, he can stay,” I responded politely, trying not to glare at Damian for asking me this question. What? I can't possibly tell the guy to go away. “But we're still talking about that.” I continued. Damian stared at me, a smirk playing on his face. Oh. You want to play at that game? Game on, sweetheart. I smirked back and took my glass of water. I took a sip and put it back on the table with determination.

  “Talk.” Damian ordered, making me glare at him.

  “What are we, Damian?” I asked seriously.

  “Fuck buddies, from what I heard.” I turned to glare at Franco.

  “Your name is not Damian, Franco,” I scolded. Franco seemed pretty cool, to be honest.

  “My bad,” The cook repeated again.

  “You may leave Franco. I'll call you when we're done,” Damian told the man.

  “Thank Lord!” Franco exclaimed, and I couldn't help but chuckle. He started walking away but suddenly stopped. He turned to look at us and give us a glare. “Don't do it on my working table,” he grunted, making me turn red. What the actual hell? He walked away as if he said something completely normal.

  “Don't mind him,” Damian said. I turned to look at him and noticed the warm smile on his face as he talked about Franco. “We've been friends for a very long time now,” he said.

  “How long?” I asked curiously.

  “Since I was born,” he said and my eyes widened. They must be pretty close then. “So what did you want to talk about?” he asked. I groaned and put my hands on the table. I stared at my black nail varnish. How was I supposed to proceed?

  “You ended the deal, Damian,” I said as I stared at him.

  “I did.”

  “We had sex earlier,” I said.

  “We did,” he confirmed again.

  “I'm lost,” I groaned.

  “There's nothing to be lost about. We can have sex without the deal,” Damian said, turning serious.

  “It's going to get all fuck up,” I mentioned. Damian gave me a smirk, his usual sexy signature smirk.

  “Why?” he asked. “Are you falling in love with me, Athena?” Damian asked as if it was a freaking game. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

  “No,” I lied but the conviction that my voice held made it seem true. “I don't want you fucking me, then Rosemary,” I snapped, staring at his gray eyes. Damian's smirk disappeared. I knew I managed to spoil his playful mood.

  “Rosemary is my goddamn past and I do not fuck her anymore,” Damian spat. I sighed. This was going to turn into a huge argument and we would still not find any solution.

  “Listen,” I finally said after taking a deep breath. “If we continue this, it will fuck us up both,” I told him. “Better stay friends,” I said, cringing inside when I said friends.

  “Friends?” he asked with one raised eyebrow. Somehow deep inside, I thought that maybe he'd let me go back to my apartment after this. I nodded and he nodded back.

  “Sure. It's like being fuck buddies without fucking,” he said, making me chuckle. He didn't take it the wrong way. He seemed okay with it.

  “Can I go back home?” I asked with a sheepish smile. He burst out laughing, making me smile. That was a rare scene. It was so beautiful. His laugh was so beautiful.

  Don't start, Athena!

  “Sweetheart, we fuck or not, you're staying here. That's all,” Damian said when he recovered from his laughing. I groaned and watched as Franco walked hesitantly back in the kitchen. “Oh and I have a job for you, if you're interested, that is,” Damian said, our eyes both on Franco who was inspecting the kitchen. He seriously thought we were going to have sex in the kitchen. I chuckled, making Franco raise his head to look at me. He shook his head but I could see amusement glimmering in his blue eyes.

  “Tell me about it,” I told Damian, finally turning out attention back to each other when Franco started cooking again.

  “I just fired my personal assistant,” Damian told me. Oh. I sense where this is going.

  “Why?” Soon, Franco placed a plate of spaghetti in front of me, making my stomach grumble. My cheeks turned red as I held onto my belly so that the noise was less noticeable.

  “And you told me that you were not hungry,” Damian mumbled, shaking his head in disapproval.

  “I wasn't before seeing this,” I said, motioning towards the delicious looking spaghetti.

  “Thank you,” Franco said with a grin on his face. I nodded, smiling.

  “Welcome,” I said before turning my attention towards Damian. “So why did you fire her?” I asked.

  “Laziness and incompetence,” he said, sounding very professional about it. “I need a new PA,” he continued. “Are you interested?” he asked. I thought about it. I still haven't looked for jobs already. I was getting a job offer which seemed quite interesting.

  “I'll need three days off for college,” I told him.

  “You'll have your three days but once you're back home, you'll have to do the work that you missed,” Damian said. Damn. He wasn't joking about not wanting laziness and incompetence. “Your salary will be much better than that of your previous work,” he then mentioned, making me roll my eyes. As if it was important to mention that.

  “It sounds interesting,” I mumbled, looking at the spaghetti.

  “You'll not found any better job offer,” Damian told me as he picked up his fork. I knew that. I was simply think
ing about me working with him. Was seeing him all day a good thing? Would it be a good thing to be constantly in his presence?

  You're staying at his goddamn place! You'll be seeing him every day already! My mind screeched, making me nod.

  “You're having a conversation with yourself, aren't you?” Damian asked with amusement. I chuckled and nodded.

  “I accept your job offer,” I told him and watched as his eyes lit. A smile quickly dragged on his face.

  “I'll be sending you all the information that your need,” he told me and proceeded with eating his food. I nodded and did the same.

  Damn. This food was delicious. I gave Franco a thumbs up while he was preparing the dessert. He smiled and winked at me

  Chapter 30

  Calm Down

  Damian was not kidding when he said he would be giving me information about the job the night itself. I walked into my room, well, the guest room. But we can say that it was temporarily mine. I saw a pile of papers on my bed. I silently groaned and walked towards the bed. There was instruction about the job. My eyes widened when I saw the amount of tasks I was supposed to do. There were ten things underlined as important.

  1. Bring the Coffee of Mr. Spears.

  2. Prepare his documents before a meeting.

  3. Arrange his files.

  4. Bring his files.

  5. Bring his lunch.

  6. Arrange his meetings.

  7. Tell him about his meetings.

  8. Remind him of events.

  9. Prepare events that will be held by Mr. Spears.

  10. Note down all important information when accompanying Mr. Spears in meetings.

  I huffed and realized there were clothes as well on the bed. I unfolded the clothes and saw that it was a black pencil tight skirt and a white blouse. Then my eyes skimmed the list of tasks again. It was as if I was supposed to look after a baby.

  “Athena?” I heard Damian call.

  “Here,” I answered and turned around to see him walking into the room. “Can't you make your own coffee?” I asked with raised eyebrows. Damian shook his head, smiling. I rolled my eyes.