Valerie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Can you please just listen to me? I don’t want to show up there and have you walking around like some bimbo off the street.” With a frustrated sigh, Andrew knotted his black tie, spinning on his heel, to look at me.

 

“A bimbo? Really? Now we're calling each other names now? I'm not surprised by that, but I am really surprised you don’t remember this dress. How can you not?” The hurt in my voider [voice] was noticeable, and I was hoping he would catch it, along with the disappointment flashing in my eyes. His dark brown eyes scanned me not once, but twice, and shrugged his shoulders, tucking his hands into his pockets.

 

         “Am I supposed to? It’s just a dress.”

I stopped a gasp coming from my mouth, feeling the tears sting my eyes, I blinked them away. How can he not recognize this dress? It was one of my favorites and – was ­– his favorite too.

 

Here we are. Arguing once again for the third time today. It was getting exhausting, trying to convince this man of anything. I don’t think I had any more energy left in me to try this time.

         My cheeks went red with head [heat], and I spun around in my navy-blue ball gown. My dress wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for this occasion. It tied around my neck showing off my back, with a hint of a couple tattoos here and there. My hair was pinned half up half down, with delicate pearls for earrings with a matching bracelet and necklace to top it off. My dress was cut low enough to catch eyes, Andrew has seen me in it before, it was one of the dresses I wore when we began seeing each other.

 

For him to say that I looked out of line, stuck a cord in me. Why would he say that when he’s seen me in this same dress before?

 

We were – excuse me, Andrew was invited to some black tie event for his business he created. I do have to say it was booming, but lately he has been off. Coming home late, hardly talking and or looking at me, and when he does talk to me, it always turns into an argument of some kind.

 

         “Are you even- “

 

         “Yes, Andrew, yes. I am hearing you just fine. My ears work perfectly. I have heard you reprimand me and complain about the little things I have been doing all day and I honestly have had it. I don’t care anymore. I look beautiful no matter what you think. You stand there and tell me this dress isn’t okay, is out of line and rude. No, I am not going to change my dress because this is the best one for this occasion. Either deal with it or take your ass out the door without me!”

 

         I meant every word. I loved this man for a good 3 years, and somewhere along the last one, things have changed, and not in a good way. I snatched my hand clutch off my vanity, slipping into my heels, inching closer to him.

 

         “You better watch yourself tonight, Val. I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but it's not sitting right.” He breathed. My eyes instantly rolled into the back of my head, and I had hoped that they would stay there.

         “Or what are you going to do, Andrew? Hm? Are you going to teach me a lesson or just belittle me some more? I'm tired of doing this, Andrew. I'm so, so tired of arguing with you. Can we please go? I don’t want to argue with you anymore today.” I was standing eye to eye with this man; even in my heels, I was his height.

“You know how important this is to me, so how about you act your age with some more class.”

“Class? Are you fucking kidding me? Just because I have this dress on you suddenly think I don’t have any class? That's not the real thing bothering you, so why dont you grow the balls you say you have, and tell me what's on your chest.”

He took a deep breath trying to keep his composure, I was ready for whatever was going to hit me. Literally. “Yeah exactly what I thought, noth-”

“I don't want you wearing that dress cause you look like you have something to give. And you don't because I'm your boyfriend and what I say goes. I know someone there is going to look and see you have big tits and a good ass, and I will get pissed off and it's going to make me look bad.” He rushed out. My jaw would have hit the floor, but it was too tight from all the teeth grinding. I was furious.

“You don't own me. You don't have any type of say in what I wear, how I look, how I act. I am a grown woman, who can do what she says, when she wants, and how she pleases too. I do not need any input from you. Now lets get fucking going before I rip your fucking ass a new one, cause I am so sick and tired hearing you bitching at me because of your goddamn job. Do you understand me? I have had it up to here with you.”

My hand ]was above my head, my breathing was heavy. My neck and cheeks were red from the irritation. Andrew stared at me, in complete awe but disbelief. I don't think Andrew has ever seen me this mad, glad that he has now. 

Andrew rubbed his hands down his face and sighed heavily looking at me, “you’re right. I'm sorry. You do look really great, I just want everything to go right for once.”

I was not wrong. I was done with the disrespect that Andrew had been giving me over the last three months. I had been giving it the benefit of the doubt, and told myself that this was all going to be over once this stupid event was done. I can't wait that long anymore. I was done with him, and done with everything we had. I loved him, but I can't stand to be with him. And to make myself even more stupider - I nodded and told him it was fine, we just had a bickerment. Every couple did. 

I sighed and walked down the stairs, watching my step, hearing Andrew mumble something which I was sure was another rude comment, but I didn’t care.

 

As soon as we were home from this event, I was packing. 

“Ready to go, my dear? Get this shit over with.” I eyed him up and down, disapproving of his behavior to me. I was worth more than this. Worth more than the belittling, and disrespect. I deserve more and damn sure I was not going to get it from him.

 

         Andrew slid beside me, eyeing me as he did so, and walked out to the waiting SUV, leaving me behind, refusing to look as a couple any longer.

 

 

* * * *

 

 

“Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Conover. Would you like a glass of champagne to start your evening?” The waiter clicked his pen and glanced back and forth between Andrew and I. Sitting up right, I nodded and smiled warmly to him, “Yes please. White.” With a nod, the waiter took off behind the counter, and grabbed some glasses.

 

Andrew pulled out his phone and was immediately gone. His face lighting up every time he changed screens, and a smirk slowly creeping onto his face. We just arrived 15 minutes ago, and he was already ignoring me, and leaving me to talk to myself.

 

         “What are you looking at?” I asked him, already knowing the answer

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         “Uh, just some business stuff. It's nothing important.” Andrew waved me off, and twiddled his thumbs, replying to something on his phone, clicking it closed, sliding it back into his pocket, glancing my way.

 

         “You do look pretty, though. I am sorry about earlier; I’ve been stressed and hope our buyer is really interested. This could be big for us, Val. It really could.” He sighed and grabbed my hand, kissing the back of my hand, looking into my eyes. For a second I did believe him. He had been under some stress getting this event going, but that doesn’t dismiss his odd behavior to me lately.

         “It's fine I guess, but that doesn’t mean there is something else occupying your mind. Like your phone once did.”

 

         “No, you are right. There was, but it was just James being a jack of all trades. You know how he is.” He chuckled and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my lower back. “I really am sorry, Val.”

 

I shrugged and could tell that annoyed him. I didn't forgive him. I just couldn’t anymore. I know he’s lying to me about things, and I know he’s keeping even more from me. I don’t know what, but I do have a gut feeling of something. Andrew sighed and instantly let go of me, grabbing his phone once again. After a side glance, I swore I saw another woman's name on the screen too.

I knew it. I scoffed.

 

Cheating.

 

         Was it stupid of me to accuse this man of cheating? Maybe. Was I right about it? More than likely. There have been nights where he would come home after sleeping hours, and there would be an aroma of perfume, which I knew was not mine. His clothes would reek of alcohol, and I did catch once, a love bite right below his right ear lobe. One of his favorite turn on spots. I have been keeping tabs. He may or may not know I am. But I sure as hell am not going to be playing tug-of-war games with him.

 

I glanced around the room, and there were a lot of people here. I happened to notice one of Andrew’s good friends, Derek, and business partner, waved him over, and he was gone. Left me to drink on my own. I rolled my eyes and sighed and noticed the waiter coming back with two glasses.

 

         “Here’s your champagne, miss.” He leveled his hand perfectly balancing the glasses on a silver platter, bubbles dancing in each glass. I happily took both, thanking the waiter. He nodded back and skipped away on his heel to assist other party go-ers.

Taking a sip, my mouth was filled with more than I thought would be possible. It was the smoothest, richest, sweetest champagne I have ever tasted. The tender taste of white grapes, bottled up and preserved chilled, carbonation bubbles racing each other to the top. A slight moan escaped my mouth, and I quickly glanced around to make sure no one heard me. I gathered myself, and took another gulp, finishing the glass, grabbing the next.

 

“My god. That was amazing.” I breathed, sipping the other glass. Whether Andrew liked it or not, I was getting drunk. Fuck men.

 

         “Excuse me?” A deep voice murmured behind me. I whipped around, a little too fast, stumbling, but catching myself on the back of a chair.

 

         “Shit.” I groaned, my cheeks flushing.

 

         “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, but do I know you from somewhere?” The voice said again. It was dark, scratchy, deep, and sexy. My eyes scanned him from the floor to this face, and I instantly knew whose voice this was.

 

         Dark brown hair, almost jet black. Olive kissed skin, deep dark blue eyes, full rose-pink lips, a couple tattoos peeking out the hem of his collar and arm sleeves. His muscles looked strained but comfortable in his all black suit, his tie was a dark maroon. I could smell a hint of his cologne, just enough to kiss my nose, teasingly. Bet he had more tattoos on him if he was naked in front of me. Stop it, Val.

 

         “Holy shit. Damien? No way is that you?!” I gasped. For the first time in a long time, a smile spread across my face like a little schoolgirl. I sat my glass down on the table and embraced Damien in a hug. Oh, wow Damien was strong and smelled good up close. It has been far too long since I have seen him.

Damien and I were best friends from third grade to highschool. We ended up dating off and on since we knew each other, really. If there was one person in the world that knew me, it would be him. Every moment in my life, Damien knew about it, and I adored him for always being there. Up until him and his dad got into a massive argument, and his father shipped him off to some boarding school. And I haven't seen him since. He's changed a lot since then. Wonder what else has changed about him.

 

         He grinned, licking his bottom lip before speaking, “Yeah, it is. It's wonderful to see you again, V. You look amazing by the way. How have you been?” Damien’s eyes drifted downward, then back up, stopping a few seconds longer at my chest and lips. God, I wanted him right there.

 

         I smiled even wider, and bowed my head, with a curtsy to follow. I heard him chuckle low, and it turned me on instantly.

 

         “Thank you, you don’t look half bad yourself. I'm surprised to see you here. Of all places to run into you, it's here. I can finally say I know someone else here other than… my date. I've been here and there, mostly just here.” I winced at calling Andrew that, only because Andrew didn’t fit that very well for me to call him a boyfriend. Of any kind. I sipped my champagne, only to realize it was the last sip. I never took my eyes off this man. He was built differently.

 

“More champagne, my dear? Gentleman?” We both nodded in sync, grabbing a glass, Tink together for a cheer, before taking a swig.

 

Damien and I go way back to high school. We did date, but it was a no strings attached type of deal. We wanted each other all the time, just not the titles. We did everything and anything as a couple, till his dad found out he was seeing me on the side - for some reason he never liked me - and booted him off to some boot camp, and I never heard from him since. That was 8 years ago. Broke my heart, took years to put back together, till I met Andrew. And here we are. He was my first for a lot of things, but sex wasn’t one of them.

 

         That’s a different story.

 

         “Are you here with anyone? I don’t see your date.” His eyes broke contact with me, scanning the room, which was fuller than the last time I noticed. How much time has gone by?

 

         “I am, yes. His name is Andrew Conover. He is-“

 

         “Finalizing some deals with my uncle to supply his business.” He treaded carefully with each word, along with a groan, that made the spot between my legs tingle.

        

“Wait. Your uncle is the one that he’s been talking about all these weeks? The one he’s been hoping will accept a deal, and all that? That-“

 

         “Allow me to introduce myself better for you, V. Damien Montoya, Second chair holder of the Worldwide Firm of Attorneys at Law.” He grabbed my hand slightly, never breaking eye contact, raising my knuckles to his mouth kissing them slightly.

        

“Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Montoya.” I winked at him, and his smile grew bigger behind my knuckles. God he’s gotten more attractive since we last saw each other. He lowered my hand, still holding it, but I didn’t care. His touch made me want to touch other things about him. I missed him, and I didn’t think that I would miss someone this much.

 

         “That’s a big introduction to you, Damien. I didn’t realize your uncle changed his ways from when we were in high school.” I dropped my hand, and slowly walked with him around the crowd of people, headed to the bar for another drink.

        

“Yeah, I guess you could say that he came around. My uncle realized I didn’t want to fulfill the dream of his brothers and wanted to do something that’s been my passion for years. Once he knew what my passion was, he took me under his wing, showed me the ropes. He educated me more than my father ever did. Anyway, my uncle was already familiar with some of the laws, and he knew some people that would help guide me. So, here we are.

        

“Normally, well, you probably know more of me than anyone else. But you know how Uncle Fred was, Val. If he couldn’t get into law, then he was going to make sure someone did to represent the family name. Not by some damn church. So, he knew some guys, and they knew guys, got me into law school, to create my own firm with him along my side. The only deal was that he had to be the CEO and I would be just another Attorney. But ended up taking the CFO’s chair in a matter of a couple of years.”

 

         My head snapped his direction, as he was taking a drink of his champagne that was poured.

 

         “What? Oh my god, Damien, that's amazing! I am so incredibly happy for you!”

 

Without thinking I wrapped my arms around his neck and embarrassed him in a hug. Oh was this man, muscular. His hands stayed on my lower back and squeezed me hard. Probably harder than he thought, too, which then he distanced away. I then saw a hint of blush on his face. He really did deserve all of this.

 

“One thing; how did he manage to do that?”

        

“Well for starters it’s the last name. What he’s given to the community here, and the services provided over the years. I am not sure how he wiggled his way through, but he did. And now, he is the CEO and I am the CFO. Which of course, is fine with me, being a CEO is too much for me.”

 

         I snorted, “A tad? You just said this was your dream, why let Fred walk all over you?”

 

         There was a slight pause, as he thought about what I said.

         “I wouldn’t call it walking all over me. I would prefer it as someone who took charge, but is more than welcome to other ideas or people for that matter.”

I was completely in awe. Never would I have thought Damien Montoya, a fucking lawyer standing tall in proud in front of me. From some kids who knew how to get into trouble without even trying, to a grown attractive man, who wanted to prevent the trouble from happening.

“Well, Damien, you sure have me astonished. Well hopefully this goes well, and can get Andrew off my back.” I rolled my eyes and took another sip of my drink. Even the thought of Andrew instantly annoyed me. 

Damien’s eyebrows knitted together, as he leaned against the marble pillar next to him. Stuffing a hand in his pocket, he lowered his head, keeping eye contact with me.

“What do you mean? Are you guys fighting? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.”

“Yes and no. Basically trying to control my every move. When I say every move, I mean that. He tried to tell me that I couldn't wear this dress tonight because it makes me look like I am trying to put out when I am in a relationship with him. It's just been an exhausting few months and I am kinda over it. I think I’m ready for a fresh start on my own.” I sighed and looked down at my glass, almost empty. I tipped my head back, and finished the rest of my drink, setting the glass on the table.

“Well for starters, sounds to me like he needs to pull his head out of his ass, because Val, you look drop dead gorgeous. No, he doesn't have the authorization to talk to you in any kind of way, nor can he tell you what to do. You are a grown woman and can take care of yourself. You don't need someone’s opinion, nor do you need to look for it. Only thing that matters is your own opinion of yourself and how you feel. And respectively, I wouldn't let you wear it either.” Damien sipped his drink, a grin spreading across his mouth. Where was he going?

“I knew you would say that-”

“No I am saying, I wouldn't let you wear that, cause I would have ripped it off you, Val. You look good enough to eat, if you want me to be honest.” He shrugged, keeping that grin plastered on his face.

My face went hot for the tenth time today, biting my lower lip, playfully hitting his forearm, hearing Damien chuckle of amusement. I saw his eyes drop down to my mouth and back to my eyes again. Damien had it bad, and so did I. Damien Montoya was to die for.

“Damien you’re being too much, and be careful. Andrew could be around the corner hearing this.”

“He's busy with my uncle in the other room. They've been sitting in three for the last two hours discussing plans and renovations that need to take place. He's preoccupied for the time being.” Damien took a step closer to me, and my breath hitched in my throat. 

 

         “Would you care to dance with me?” He asked, extending his head out for me, his eyes never leaving mine. His face grew serious, and I nodded.

 

         “I don’t think you will be going anywhere with him, Val. He’s not to be associated with. He is strictly business.” I stopped dead in my tracks to be face to face with Andrew. His arms crossed over his chest, and he was pissed.

 

“Andrew, this is-“

 

“Yeah, I know who he is, nor do I really care. Come on Val, we are leaving.” Andrew grabbed my elbow, and tugged me with him, but I stopped in my tracks shaking my arm free.

        

“No. I don’t want to; I don’t think I will be going with you anywhere from now on.” I shrugged him off and continued to walk outside, and stood at the foot of the entrance, looking back at him. No one else needed to hear what I was going to say.

 Not even Damien for himself.

 

         “What are you talking about, baby? We are set for life now! Mr. Montoya just approved to do business with us! We’re going to have our lives set up! Let’s go home and celebrate!” Andrew’s smile was the biggest I have seen in a while.His arms snaked around my waist, gripping my ass. Even though it made me happy to see him happy, I just wasn’t happy with him anymore. I shook his arms off, and held his right hand, lacing our fingers together.

“I know, and I am so happy for you and all that you have done to get here, I think we should go home and talk about this though, Andrew.” I rubbed my upper arm, getting a chill. More like anxiety though. I knew Andrew was not going to take this well, so I would rather do it in private.

“Why not just tell me now?” Andrew stuff his hands in his pockets, hunching over from the chill.

I narrowed my eyes, “Because there are others around and everyone is leaving. Not everyone needs to know our business.” I continued to walk towards the SUV, before Andrew grabbed me by the elbow, roughly turning me to look at his face.

“Because I am your boyfriend and I don't care what everyone hears. Fuck them, honestly. So tell me now or forget it.” He snapped.

“No, Andrew now please, you’re hurting me, please let me go.”

“I said no. Now tell me what is going on with you. Honestly Val, you have been kind of a bitch lately and it's getting old for my taste.” Andrew's voice began to get louder the more he talked, and it was starting to catch other guests' attention as they were leaving. I was beginning to get embarrassed. 

  “Andrew please. People are looking at us. Can we please just go and talk at home?” I was pleased. I really didn't need everyone to hear our conversation, I don't know why Andrew was being like this. 

 

* * * * 

“Alright we're home what did you want-”

“Andrew, are you serious? You really wanted to talk there when there were people around? You really wanted everyone to hear everything, after you just closed a deal? Are you that much of an airhead?!” I kicked off my heels, unzipping my dress. Thankfully I was finally able to take it off. As much as I loved the dress, I love wearing sweatpants instead. 

“Yeah well can't say I can blame them. You were showing that asshole plenty of attention, so might as well give it to everyone else.” His shoulders shrugged, untiring his tie in the bathroom mirror.

“You didn't give me a chance to tell you who that was! Do you remember Damien from highschool? Yeah that was him. Guess whose deal you just accepted? His uncles. So yeah it's kind of a big deal. And yes it was really rude of you to do that. And the fact you are just, so hurtful and disrespectful to me, is mind reeling. You have never been like his since you were offered a deal with this man. Honestly Andrew I really don't know who you even are.”

Tears were brimming my eyes, as I stood and looked at his reflection in the mirror. I was hurting so bad and Andrew didn't even know it. I was fucking done. Andrew placed his hands on each side of the sink, staring back at me. His eyes were underlined with bags, he was exhausted, probably drunk too. Who knows.

“What are you saying, Val? You wanna leave? Is that it? You want to leave me, and go back to whatever hole I saved you from? Fine. Won't hurt me any. You know once you do, you won't have anything. Not a person to go running home too, not a family member to cocoon you and rub your back. You have no one.You have nothing. You will be nothing.” Andrew was face to face with me now, both noses damn near touching. 

My face was coated with excess makeup and tears. What Andrew was unraveling to me was true. I didn't have anyone. I didn't have anyone to turn to. That didn't matter. I was going to be free from him in the morning, and wouldn't have to deal with his difficulties and stress anymore. 

I hiccuped, swallowing the rest of my tears, wiping my face, standing tall. 

“If it is away from you, yes. I am done. I’ll be out in the morning.” Andrew snorted, my eyes narrowing.

“No, if you want out, you’re leaving, now. Tonight.” I blinked.

“Fine.”

Snatching my sweats from the hanger in the closet, I tossed everything I had left here in a suitcase I brought with me when I first moved in. My body was moving everywhere and anywhere grabbing my things. I wasn't crying, I wasn't screaming at him to go tell - which I considered - I was numb with the fact this was over. Adrenaline pumping through my veins, giving me an extra boost to get out of this hell hole faster. The faster the better. 

Finally got the chance to tell him how I have been feeling and the feeling was mutual. Andrew didn't seem to care about me at all. He was already on his phone talking to which I assumed was Derek, talking about going out to celebrate. Shutting me out of his world completely in a matter of minutes. Forgetting that I am even fifteen feet from him. 

Suppose there are no hard feelings, right?

Right?

Damien

 

What a waste of time and energy for me, this was. This whole event was ridiculous and it could have just been held at the Firm in the conference room. I don't know why Fred does this kind of shit. Spending a shit ton of hard earned money, dipping into the stocks. Without consulting me. I always check. He's trying to slip it by and hope no one will notice. I know that he has to be careful with this money. It wasn’t just his, it was mine too.

“Hey man, are you doing alright? Been sitting here for the last hour looking out the window. Find anything good? See any deer come about?” Fred slurred. He was for sure wasted off his ass, which meant I was the designated driver. Fred plopped down in a chair next to me, kicking back another sip of whiskey. 

“I’m fine, just ran into someone from years ago, you might remember her if i told you.” I turned myself away from where she once stood outside. Might have only been an hour or two after they left, but I already missed her and she wasn't even mine. She was Andrew's. But from what she vented, it doesn't seem like it will last for long. 

“Oh yeah? Was she hot?” Fred snickered and boomed a belly laugh, echoing through the ballroom. I shook my head.

“Fuck off, Fred. You are something else when you’re drunk.” I rolled my eyes.

“Ah, whatever. Who was the lady?”

“Valerie.”

His smile dropped, “Valerie…hm, the one girl you ran around with when you were a kid?” He sipped his whiskey while I nodded.

“Yeah, that was her. She was accompanying Andrew. The one you had a conference with earlier tonight.’ I glanced at him to see the reaction. When Fred is drunk, there is no filter when it comes to him. He thought about the night, and chuckled

“Hm, that Conovore was an interesting man, I will give her that. Doesn't like to take no for an answer, and wears it proud on his chest. I doubt that he’d last doing this kind of thing, but we will see how it goes. These young ass kids are biting off more than they can chew.” Finishing his glass, he stood slowly, groaning with age. Fred tossed me his keys, belching as he did. 

“Take me home, Dam. I've had enough of this place. That way you can go home to yourself and think about Val some more.”

“Fred, what the fuck!” I grumbled feeling my cheeks get flushed. Fred must have noticed and howled with laughter seeing my face get redder.

"Oh will you relax, Dam,  I’m kidding. I knew she was coming anyway,  just wanted to see if you would find her." He howled even more. I was going to murder this son of a bitch.

"You knew? And you think that it would be alright to tell me?" He was wobbly on his feet, so I eased him out the door keeping it open with my foot. 

“Just an old man connecting the dots, Dom. sooner or later you will cross paths again, and you make you move-”

“Fucking hell, Fred please shut the fuck up for five minutes. I swear you need to stop drinking so much. Your mouth never closes.” I slammed the passenger door on him, over his and his antics.

Sliding myself into the driver seat, I kicked on the engine taking us home. 

I didn't live with my uncle but I knew Fred would need looking after, in the morning. I couldnt get her out of my head after seeing her. She looked drop dead gorgeous tonight, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. EVery inch of her was layered with perfection. I wanted to kiss every inch of her perfection until she was screaming my name to the neighbors, with my face between her things, and her hands knotting my hair.

Her eyes were a deep shade of brown; they almost looked black. Her hair was down to the middle of her back. The last I remember was just past her shoulders. She was perfect in every way possible. The way that her dress hugged her curves, giving her the thick hourglass figure. How Valerie carried herself was with confidence and no other.

When we were in high school, there was a dance one night. She was excited cause she mentioned the fact she loved dressing up because it made her feel like she was on top of the world. Like she was a powerful fucking queen, as she put it.

She could be on top of me here soon, calling her my queen if I don't stop thinking about her. My dick twitched at the thought. Her dress coming undone, dropping into a pool at her feet, freeing her breasts. Nipples erect and ready for kneading. Watching the way she walked, the way her ass moved made me want to take her tonight and keep her for myself, away from Andrew.

I’ve wanted her ever since the day I left for the Bullshit boot camp. I hated every single day of it because it was another day away from her. I was there for six weeks, and it dragged. There was no service, so I couldn't make calls or send texts. The only thing that was available was a damn payphone. All you got was three minutes. Not more, no less. So the only person I really called was my uncle. It would have hurt too much heartache to call Valerie while I was there. After three minutes I would have wanted to call her again, and again.  

Fuck my dad.

 

After countless corners, and streets being driven we arrived at Fred’s place twenty minutes later. 

“Can you walk inside or do I have to carry your ass?” I sighed, cutting the engine. I looked at the clock and it was just past midnight. I wasn't tired but ready to be out of this goddamn suit. My attire consisted of one every day. I'd rather not waste my weekend any more. 

“Nah, I can walk. You go on ahead inside, I’m right behind you.” The slurred. Opening the side door he got out, but then bent forward and puked up the whiskey.

“Don't get it on the damn car, Fred. I still have to kick your ass the last time you puked in it” I snapped.

Fred waved me off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, slugging inside up the stairs to his room. Good riddance.

I kicked off my shoes and undid my tie, walking down to the guest bedroom, where I was going to reside for the night. Before that, I grabbed a towel from the closet and headed to the shower. I was going to wash away tonight.

Turning the shower on to the right temperature I slid myself in, letting the water run over my head, pooling around me, to the drain. I grabbed my body scrub, and scrubbed off, standing there, letting the shower water get hotter and hotter.

I couldn't stop thinking about Valerie and her body. I wanted her to be under my sheets only in my t-shirt ready for me to come to bed. Her legs, I bet, are silky, smooth and tan underneath that dress she wore tonight. I bet she tasted good, too.

I groaned at the thought and felt my dick twitch some more, coming alive. Not only did I want her, I fucking needed her. I missed being buried in between her legs, her nails digging into my back, telling me how good my dick was making her feel inside of her. My right hand found its way to my dick and started stroking, shaft to tip.

I groaned and leaned against the cool tile of the shower. Steam was starting to ride from the water and it turned me on even more. I started to think about Valerie in the shower with me. Her body would be slippery and wet from the water. Soap suds running off her body, her moans echoing through the walls of the bathroom, along with the sounds of our skin slapping together.

“Fuck.” I hissed, squeezing my eyes shut tight. My hand stroked faster, swiping the pre cum off my tip. I twisted and stroked my hand in a perfect combo to bring me closer. Only to continue thinking of Valerie finishing with me.

Feeling her pussy walls tighten around my dick as I would pump myself into her faster and deeper than before. Her legs wrapped around my waist, keeping close to her as possible Bringing her to her high as we would ride it out together, shouting to the Gods above in pure blissful pleasure.

“Shit.”

I groaned again and again, stroking harder and faster only to bring myself to my own release, cum squirting down the shower wall. Once my balls were empty, I rinsed off, and hopped out, into a fresh pair of underwear, collapsing on my bed. I laid there for a moment reminiscing the night in my head, seeing Valerie. Sometime soon, I will make my move, and claim her as mine. Cherish her, worship her, and fuck her to another dementsion.

I was out within minutes.

 

* * * * *

 

My phone was buzzing only a few hours later. I ignored it., rolling over in bed. No way I was answering a work phone call in the middle of the night. A few moments later I heard it buzzing again. I ground and rolled back over, checking the time; 3:30A.M.

What the fuck do these people want this late? Snatching my phone I clicked the answer.

“This better be fucking good for someone to be calling me at 3:30 in the fucking morning.” I growled.

“Damien? It's me.” A woman breathed. Valerie. I sat up in my bed turning my lamp on. She still had my number? My thoughts have been heard, and she was coming to me. Soon, coming for me.

“Shit, Valerie? Yeah, yeah it's me. Sorry I didn't check to see who was calling. I thought it was the firm.” I sighed, rubbing my eyes. I was such a fucking idiot.

“Wait, they call you this late sometimes? That's rough.” She murmured. It was good to hear her voice. It calmed my nerves. I could listen to her all night.

“Sometimes. You would be surprised at what they would be for.”

“I could only imagine with you, Montoya.” She purred. Fuck she was driving me crazy already and its only been three hours since I saw her. My dick twitched again, thinking about what she was wearing in bed.

“So what’s up, V?” I sat up straighter. My eyebrows coming together with concern. 

“Well, just know, I thought for a good hour before I called you. I didn't even know if this was still your number or not. Glad it was. Um, anyway, I kind of need some help.” I heard her sniff on the other side. Had she been crying?

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I sat on the edge of my bed, grabbing some sweats from the drawer near me. Fred and I were roughly the same size in clothing, he wouldn't notice.

“No, I'm alright, I just need a pick me up. I, um, - I broke it off with Andrew tonight, so he kicked me out.We said somethings, and hurtful words were shot, but, we are finished, and I couldn't be more happier, really. I was going to drive my car to a empty lot near the beach somewhere but after about twenty minutes of driving, my car stalled and died, and-”

“Wait, you're on the side of the road somewhere in the middle of the night, and you waited over an hour to call me? Are you fucking crazy, V?” I chuckled at her ridiculous terms. That was Valerie, though. She was always the one to try to do things on her own without anyone's help. 

“Fuck you, Damien.” She giggled and sighed again. “Can you come help me out, please? I dont have anyone else to call.”

“Yeah, send me your pin and I will be here as soon as I can. And keep your doors locked till I get there.” I grabbed some sneakers and a hoodie, slipping myself out the front door. I didn't worry about being quiet. When Fred was drunk, he couldn't hear a thing. 

 

A few minutes later I got a text from Valerie, sending her location. Before I replied I saved her number into my phone, swiping a response letting her know I was only fifteen minutes away from her. I didn't realize that she was that close to me, and finally away from Andrew.

I thought about what was going to happen from this point, with our relationship. Of course we were close friends way back then, how different is it going to be this time around? We’re both older, and more mature, would there still be anything left over? Would there still be any make up time? Of course. I would hope so. Its been a few months since I last had a good fuck, and maybe that time was coming to an end. With the ex out of the way, now is the time to make my move.

I could show her what it was like to be treated well, but fucked even better. I would have her submit to me, and take all of what I can give. Guess that’s worth trying.

Turning down a couple of roads, I saw tail lights flashing in front of me, then I saw her get out of her car, and wave me over. A rush of relief went through me, seeing that she was okay.  Verlie was wearing sweatpants and a long sleeve, showing her figure. Her boobs sat gracefully on her chest, nipple peeking from the chill. She wrapped her jacket closer to her, as I put my car in park behind hers. She had a couple of bags with her belongings inside.

Pulling over to the shoulder I put my car in park, getting out. I heard her sigh, and met her half way, as she crashed into me, wrapping her arms around me, I did the same. She was shivering probably from being scared, so I rubbed her back, keeping her trapped in my arms. 

It felt good to have her here, in my arms, my dick thought so as well, as I felt it twitch, and I am sure she did too.

“Thank you so much, Damien. Its been a fucking night.” Valerie mumbled into my chest. I rubbed her forearms, gently pushing her away, cupping her face in my hands looking into her eyes. She had definitely been crying. Her eyes were slightly red, and glossed over, puffy near the rims. I rubbed my thumper over her cheek, and lifted my chin toward her car.

“You will never see that delinquent again, you understand me? Anyone who makes you cry is a righteous prick, and doesn't deserve you.” I growled, looking into her eyes. She nodded slowly, taking in my statement, she closed her eyes, a tear rolled down the left side of her cheek.

Swiping it away with my thumb, I embraced her again, letting her cry it out. And she did. She cried some into my chest, as I rubbed her back, swaying slowly in comfort. I wanted to murder this son of a bitch. 

I meant it. No man, whoever was in her life, should ever make her cry. Neither will I. If anything, it would be happy tears. Nothing less.

After a few minutes I heard Valerie sniffle, as she pulled herself from me, wiping her face.

“Thank you.” She mumbled sniffing again. I shrugged my shoulders. I was just glad to hold her close to me. 

“Grab your shit, let's get you out of here.” She smiled softly, and unlocked her car, shoving her bags into the backseat. Before we took off, she grabbed her plates, tossing them over a hill, hearing them clank against a rock.

“What are you doing?” I asked her, opening the passenger door.

“It's not my car. Its Andrews. Just gonna report the fucker stolen.” She shrugged and got in the car, buckling herself in. In four strides, I was over to the driver seat, and took off into the night, with Valerie rubbing her hands together for warmth. I kicked the heat on.

“You know you just tampered with evidence in front of a lawyer, right?” I eyed here as I drove.

“So? What are you gonna do? Prosecute me, Mr. Montoya?” She purred.

My dick twitched again and my breathing hitched. If she wasn't in this position freshy out of a relationship, I would take it to my room when we got back to the house. Instead I suppressed the thought and cleared my throat. 

“So, I’m not at my place tonight, as Fred got wasted at the event. I'm crashing there tonight. Is that okay with you?” I glanced at her sideways, trying to focus on the road, I noticed her nod from the corner of my eye, looking straight ahead.

“Yes, that's fine. I just feel bad for calling you in the first place. I could have gotten a hotel room, but believe it or not they’re all fucking booked! Isn't that crazy? Damn near every single hotel in this damn town is fucking booked.” She was frustrated and it turned me on. I wanted to pull over and take her right here, but I kept driving.

“Well you won't have to worry about that I will take care of it. You won't be staying in any hotels that’s for one. Secondly, we will work on getting you a car, and a place of your own to reside. For now, I will take care of it.'' I stated.

“What, oh my god, no, Damien. I can't ask you-”

“You’re not asking me, I’m offering.”

“But I can-”

“Take care of yourself, I know. I know. But right now I am going to take care of you. When was the last time someone took care of you, really?” I rolled to a stop at a light, looking over in her direction. Her hair was in a bun, a few streaks left out to frame her face, her mouth was agape, and her eyes were glossed over again, like she was going to cry. 

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, a small maneuver to tell her it was going to be okay. She didn't have to hide away in her feelings anymore. I was just being a good friend, no matter how hard it was going to be to resist her. 

At this point, I don't know how much longer Val or I can take it.

“Thank you.” She whispered. 

 

Valerie

 

I had just walked into Uncle Fred’s house, carrying one bag with me to get into the morning. Damien had a hold of my left hand guiding me down the hall, where I would be sleeping. Hopefully it was with him.

Damien must have had the same thought, because then he backed me into a room, shutting the door swiftly, taking my bag and tossing it onto the bed. 

“Val, I want to be here for you, which I will be no matter what. I'm glad I got to see you today after all these years. Sadly, cant do this fucking tension with you. I want you to give me permission to fuck you. Right here, in this room. You have to be quiet as Fred's room is next door. You never know what he will wake up to.” his hands placed themselves on my hips, his lips grazing my collar bone, skipping their way up to my earlobe, gently nibbling.

My breathing started to get heavy, a pool of wetness forming between my legs. It relieved me that he felt the same way, and I was willing to have him. I just didn't want to seem like I was moving on too fast in his eyes.

“Damien-”

“We don't have too, it's okay. If you decide otheriwise, I want your permission and consent to do so. I cant lie to you, V, I fucking miss you, and I want to make you remember.” 

His lips found my neck kissing slightly. My head leans against the door giving him more access to me. I sighed in relief, knowing I wasn't the only one who felt it too.

“Remember? Remember what.” I whispered. My hands toying with the hem of his sweatpants. His dick rock hard against my stomach, straining to be set free.

“Remember how good sex really can be. With me preferably. Caused from what I can tell. You havent been fucked correctly. So, allow me to show you the right way.” His thumb grazed my lower lip, waiting for me to answer back. 

With my body talking, I paused, then whispered a yes into the air.

I barely had time to react, cause Damien had captured my mouth in his, lips colliding together. His hands cupped my face, leaning into me, deepening the kiss.

I wanted him so much, but my heart was hurting even more. I knew Damien understood that, or at least I hoped he did, but right now - I wanted this. I wanted to forget, and to remember.

My hands found their way into his hair, knotting, tugging slightly at the base of his neck, making him groan, and grow against me. His tongue parted his way through into my mouth, our tongues swirling, dancing with one another. My breathing was ragged, as I jumped up, feeling his hands on my ass, wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips then moved to my cheek, to my neck, sucking just below my ear, making me moan slightly.

Damien sucked harder, making me moan louder, as he leaned away from me, cupping his hand over my mouth. I couldn't see his face, but I knew Damien was looking at me. 

“As much as I want to hear that pretty mouth of yours scream for me, I think it would be best to stay quiet this time, hm?” He whispered. I nodded slowly, whispering a yes to him. His bulge pressing against my inner thigh. If i couldn't moan for him, might as well make him weak for me.

I circled my hip slightly, until his dick bulge was right on my center, making me gasp and groan slightly on his palm. I heard Damien goran with pleasure from contact, pushing his his into me more. I moaned softly, moving his hand, crashing my mouth onto his again. Making out with him hungrily, like it would be the last time I would get to kiss him.

Damine’s breathing became heavy as did mine, he carried me to the bed swiftly in pitch black darkness, lying me gently, his frame towering over me. My hands shoving themselves up and under his sweatshirt, feeling his body, wanting to dig my nails everywhere and anywhere I can.

I ground myself into him more, Damien pushed his hips into me, feeling his member harder than a rock, whimpering against his lips feeling a pool created in my panties. Reaching down, I teasingly played with the hem of his sweatpants, biting his lower lip in the process.

Damien locked his lips on my neck again, occasionally nipping and sucking at skin, he took his left hand and roamed itself between my legs into my pants. His fingers found their way to my folds, he hissed against me.

 

“Christ Val, I missed you. You’re so fucking wet.”

With not a second more to waste, Damien pushed a finger inside of me, making me gasp out, remembering to stay quiet. I felt myself get even more turned on, his finger pumping in and out of me slowly. Within seconds he added another, feeling my walls stretch around him. He groaned again at my neck again, whispering sweet nothings, turning me on even more. His fingers worked faster, my hips started to roll with the tide. My high is coming close to me.

“And it's all for you, Montoya.” I slurred to him, breathing his name against his ear, nipping his ear lobe.

“But I missed being inside you even more. Why don't you let me in, hm? I bet you’re aching for my cock to be buried in you, hm?” Damien breathed, removing his hand from me, sucking on his fingers. “You taste so sweet, but I want inside, V. Will you let me?”

 

“Why don't you look for the evidence yourself, Mr. Montoya. You’ll be surprised with what you discover.” I purred. I wanted a face between my legs, I was aching for cock more.

Pulling off my sweats and panties I was exposed to him in the darkness.It might have been dark in the room, but somehow I was able to see his eyes looking right back at me. Pulling his sweat shirt up and over his head he exposed himself to me, I was in awe. Leaning up on my elbows I drank him in.  Through the dark I could make out his silhouette, I wanted to lick every part of him. Damien was fit. He  was sexy. his skin hot, and all mine. Hints of abs, my fingers tracing over them, he was muscular than ever. I raked my nails over his arms, feeling every crevice of muscle, and vein. I pulled him to me, feeling everywhere I could, scratching along his back making Damine hiss in pleasure.

 Different amounts of tattoos ran up and down his arms, and one on his chest. His chest was heaving, hovering before me, towering me. Never leaving my eyes, he took a step back, taking off his sweats and boxers, releasing his cock, setting it free. 

“Damien.” I purred to him. My legs opened for him slowly, exposing my lower half, glistening with excitement and desire. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Val. So. Fucking. Gorgeous.” He murmured, stroking his cock, astonishingly getting harder. He crawled himself over me aligning right to my center he crushed his lips to mine, guiding himself inside. Gasping, our mouths broke connection, Damien groaning in my ear, feeling the warmth and tightness of my pussy around him. My nails immediately dig into his back, bringing him close.

“Fuck Val, you’re tight as fuck. Your pussy is so warm and wet for me too.” Damien growled, slipping his tongue into my mouth again, making my lips swell even more. My body was his tonight, I was willing to let him have me.

It felt good having him here. Staying still, feeling me stretch around him, he then started to move slowly, making me moan out, only to have his hand around my throat instantly, teeth grazing my ear lobe as the thrusted deeper.

“Now Val, I said to keep it quiet. Do I have to repeat myself to you again?” Damien gently squeezed my throat, the pure ecstasy I needed to inch closer. 

“No. God, you feel so good, Damien. So fucking good.” I moaned to him. Wapping my legs tighter, pushing him closer to me. I rolled my hips in sync with his thrusts, making him go as deep and as hard as possible. I wanted his release as much as Damien wanted mine. 

“No, what? You call me sir when I ask you a question. Don't make me ask you again, Val.” He grunted, picking up his pace. I bit my bottom lips hard, suppressing another moan to answer. His dick was rubbing every right spot inside me, I don't know how much longer I could hold on.

“No, sir.” I purred. I gripped his shoulders, clawing at his back, getting him to go faster, and he did so. 

“That’s my girl. You’re so fucking tight for me Val. I fucking missed your pussy. Did you miss my cock buried deep inside you, hm? Tell me how good it feels, right now.” Damien was in control of everything I did. His hand came off my throat, and moved its way down to my clit, his thumb rubbing circles, inching me closer.

My back arched off the bed, my thighs squeezing him closer to me as possible, our bodies glistening with sweat.

“So, so fucking good, Damien. I-”

I couldn't finish what I was saying, my high was at its peak, taking over me. His hand continued rubbing circles on my clit while he covered my mouth in case I moaned louder. My moan was muffled by his hand, but I was in pure bliss. A massive water wave crashed itself down on me. His dick was hitting the right spot inside me. My nub was exploding with pleasure, and was continuous, I never wanted it to end. 

“Yes Val come for me, baby. Come all over me like a good girl.`` His thrust slowed but was still rough as I rode out my high. His hand found his way to my mouth.

“Fuck, Damien!” I mumbled against his lips. Our hips moved in sync as he growled against my lips, finding his own high, riding it out with me.

“Val, Jesus Christ.” Damien gripped the bed sheets, balling them in his right hand, face buried deep into my neck.

After a couple moments Damien slowly lifted his head, dick still twitching inside of me. Breathing deeply he slowly moved off of me, laying next to me on his back. 

I had no words. What the fuck did I just do? Why the fuck did the do that? Why the fuck did I do that? 

“That was worth waiting for.” Damien whispered. 

I looked over to his direction. I didn't say anything. I'm not sure I could say anything really. That was the best fucking sex I had in a long time. Andrew was good, but not that good. Nothing like that. The way that Damined took control over me. Something happened. Damien had complete dominant control over me.

And honestly, I liked it.

But is it stupid of me to be doing this right after dumping someone else? Maybe. However that relationship was gone and not worth saving. 

I rolled over on my side, hitching my leg across his waist feeling his hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing circles. My eyelids became heavy, so I closed them.

“You were right, you know.” I finally came, whispering to him.

“Right about?” He replied, pulling the sheets over our naked bodies. 

“Right about needing a good fuck. And I got it tonight.” I could feel my face get hot in the darkness, as I felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle.

“Glad I could be of service to you. And there's always more where that came from. Whenever you want, V. I’ll make you come multiple times a day if you would let me back in.”

I paused and thought about that. As much as I wanted too, I wanted to work on myself, and get emotionally restructured before I was ready for that. 

“Do you think it was fate we just happened to bump into each other tight, and the fact I had to call you for assistance? Or just a coincidence?” I whispered aloud.

“Personally, I think it was fate, yes; however, was it an important one? Guess that's something we’d have to eventually untangle together. The universe works in interesting ways.`` Damien whispered. “Besides, if it was anything else, I wouldn't have been able to make you come tonight, and more nights to come.” I heard him chuckle, shaking gently next to me. I rolled my eyes.

“We’ll see, Montoya.” I murmured, grinning to myself. 

“What if I went down on you right now, would that change your mind?” Damien sneered. 

“You just fucked me into another world, Damien. There's no way I can again.” Snorting, I slapped his chest, rolling over facing away. I felt his hand creep between my thighs, and I instantly spread them slowly. Aching for his touch already.

“Are you challenging me, V?” He growled into my ear. I slightly giggled and was turned on once again, one stepping on him. I hummed in approval, hearing Damien chuckled rolling me onto my back once again.

“Challenge accepted.” Damien rolled himself between my legs, kissing me once again. My hands ran up his arms to his hair, creating more knots than the last. 

Damien bit my lower lip gently, causing me to groan, making his way down to my left nipple, capturing it into his mouth, earning a sign from me. My hands are still roaming in his hair, his left hand coming up to my right nipple caressing and pinching every so often.

“Oh that’s nice.” I purred into a room of nothingness. He flicked my nipple with his tongue, then swapped sides and hands, giving each nipple treatment and pleasure. My core is getting hot once again, pooling into the sheets. Bucking my hips against him, Damien made his way lower onto me. Leaving a trail of hot kisses down my body.

My breathing was heavy, getting antsy for him to reach my center. Soon he was there, his breath on it hot, making me open my legs wider for him. Grabbing the back of my thighs with his forearms, Damien kissed the inside of each thigh, making me whimper.

“Tell me what you want, Val. Tell me what you want and I’ll take care of you. Use your words, love.” Damien croaked. His lips ghosted my folds, making me shudder against him.

“I want your mouth on my clit, Damien please. Complete the challenge.” 

“As you wish. Remember the rules. Stay quiet.” Damien licked my folds, kissing them gently.I whined. Gripping the bed sheets next to me, he sighed, dipping his head between my thighs.

Pressing his lips to my folds, he gently kissed, making me sigh, leaning back on the bed. His tongue snaked out, slipping its way into my pussy, swirling around my clit.

“My god, V you taste so fucking good. I could stay down here all fucking night.” He growled against me, his deep voice vibrating inside of me. 

Letting out small moans, I bit my lower lip, surely drawing blood. I wanted to scream for him, but I knew the rules of tonight. I wasn't breaking them, yet.

“Damien, please don't stop. It's so good.” I moaned to him. My hand pushed his head closer to me. His tongue slid inside me deeper, lapping at my juices that were created for him. Damien took his left arm from behind my thigh, and inserted a finger as he kept eating me out. My hips worked in rhythm with him, my breathing becoming heavier, my high getting closer.

“Come on baby girl I know you’re almost there, dont stop being good for me, yes? Feel me inside you.” Damien growled against me again, vibrating my clit as he sucked on it, sending me over. 

“Oh fuck, Damien. Yes!” My moan came out louder than expected, as my orgasm neared its peak. Damien worked his fingers faster for me, his mouth sucking and licking along my clit sending me over the cliff. My hips thrust upwards into his face, only to be pinned back down by Damien’s arm. My legs shuddered, lifeless around him.

“That’s my girl.”

Coming down for the second time tonight, my body was spent. My hands let go of the sheets, as Damien came up from my legs chuckling, laying next to me.

“Challenge completed.” Leaning over to peck my lips, I tasted myself on him, I groaned, and felt my eyes close shut.

Damien

 

It had been a couple of weeks since I brought Valerie to my uncles in the middle of the night, fucking her senseless. She had been moved in and settled into her new house I arranged for her. Valerie had cussed me out and refused at first. That she didn't need me to spend money on her like that. She deserved everything and nothing, this was nothing to me. Her smile matters to me more. After convincing her it was for her to start over on a clean slate, when she was ready, she took the keys from me, and squealed in delight. I took her around the city that day, getting her whatever she needed to get accustomed to her new life.

Including setting up her own bank account to get her started. My uncle told me to be careful but I flipped him off. Withholding 87% of the company and having so much money in my pockets, I finally had something to invest in.

Valerie.

I stayed over at her house last night, she invited me over for dinner, after getting settled and all the boxes were finally discarded. 

By morning, I had called the office to arrange for me to work from home today. Last night was still reeling in my head, no way could I focus away from her. Her laugh echoed through her house, everytime i did something to keep her going. We didn't end up fucking last night even though I wished we had. She had a freshly new king sized bed that needed immediate fucking marks in it. Instead, we enjoyed each other's company, stealing a make out and teasing one another here and there.

Only being awake for a handful of hours, and I was getting emails sent out, and saving documents for a case coming soon.

I kept sneaking side glances at Valerie, sleeping next to me, a sheet keeping her naked body sealed away from me. She was gorgeous, even when she slept. I could make out her features through the sheet, and I wanted to wake her up with my head between her legs again. Her pussy was sweet and warm, like a freshly baked cookie. Her legs shook so much around my head, I thought she was going to spasm out. She came so hard, and effectively, I wanted to keep her doing it all night.

Guilt was setting in, after fucking her. It was wrong of me to take advantage of her like that. I knew how vulnerable she was, fresh out of a relationship. It brought back memories seeing her, being wti her, being inside of her, I was thinking with the word fucking head this time.

“Morning.” I heard her mumble from beside me. Valerie had slept over last night after getting kicked out. Her car had stalled out, and I was her only method of contact. 

“Morning, Val. Did you sleep well?” I asked her, shitting my laptop, setting it on the side table next to me. Valeri stretched her arms above her head, groaning as she did, wrapping the sheet closer to her.

“Yes, thank you. How about yourself?” She rubbed her eye, sitting up slowly, my eyes darting to her back, stealing a view of her backside, and her tattoo down her spine. 

“Great, thank you.” I replied to her, my eyes focused on her every movement. I wanted to know what she was thinking. I wanted inside her head.

“Awesome. I was going to take a shower, okay?” she looked over at me, her hair cascading over her shoulder, shielding her face from me. I desperately wanted to reach out and pull her face closer to me, embracing her lips into mine. I looked down at them, then abc into her eyes. 

“Of course. I called into the office today and I will be working from home today, so we can hang out like we used to, unless I get a call.” I sat up more, inching closer to her. I wanted her in my arms, feeling her skin on mine, locking her in my arms.

“Awesome. I bet the staff was happy to find out you wouldn't be there. Your uncle may suspect something without you coming in though. She chuckled, grabbing herself a towel wrapping it around her. I noticed that she was more self conscious after what we just did. It confused me. I stood from the bed, in only my boxers, and walked over to her, with her back to me. I spun her around looking into her eyes,

“Val I could care less if he saw you and I out and about. It's not his business what woman I’m sleeping with. Besides.” I eyed her up and down, taking her towel from her, only hearing Valerie shriek, trying to take it back covering her breasts with her hands. 

“Damien give me it back! For fuck sake, I'm trying to shower!” 

“You don't need to shield yourself from me, Val. I already know what you look like naked. And after the other night, I would highly recommend you be more naked in front of me.” I growled at her, eyeing her body slowly, head to toe. My dick twitching in my boxers, wanting to be inside her again.

Valerie rolled her eyes. “Whatever, asshole. Can I take a shower now?” she placed her hands on her hips, and it made me want her even more. Her breasts free and nipples erect from a slight breeze in the room. My dick started to get hard, as I pulled her to me, tipping her chin up to look at me.

“Only with me.” I stated, my hands going to her backside, giving it a squeeze, feeling her jump.

“Actually Casanova, I’m flying solo this time.” She shoved herself out from my arms and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, leaving me alone and rock hard.

“Goddamn you, Val. You will be the death of me.” Groaning, I pushed the door open, and saw her standing in the shower, hair sticking to her back from the water. Drooping my boxers, I slid myself in behind her, hearing her gasp.

“Dam, I’m trying to shower here.” She snapped at me, hitting me in the chest. I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, to the cool shower tile.

“Yes, and if you are going to shower, we can do it together, save water, and time.” I breathed, capturing her lips into mine. She was irresistible to me. I wasn't going to get enough of her.

Kissing me back, I kept her hands pinned above her, while my other traveled south, my fingertips grazxing dangerously close to her sex. She groaned into my mouth, opening slightly, letting my tongue in. They danced together, while my finger curled her clit, making her gasp.

“Damien.” She moaned. The shower was heated now, not just from the water, but her sexy body all wet on mine made my dick harder for her.

“Open wide for me, baby. Let me in.” I objected. Following my command, she spread her legs. I moved her slightly to a bench behind us in the shower. Sitting her ass on the edge, I pushed her shoulder back, letting her lean on her elbows. “Place your legs over my shoulders, Val. I want some breakfast.”

Biting her lip, Valerie followed my orders, her sex dripping wet right in front of me. I blew a breath onto her, making her shudder against me. One of her hands found its way into my damp hair from the shower.

“Please… Damien please.” She bucked her hips closer to my face, trying to get some friction from me. I pinned her down, glaring up at her.

“Please what, Val? Use your words.” I demanded. Valerie groaned and bucked her hips again at me. 

“Damien, I want your mouth.” She whimpered to me, biting her lip again. She was so fucking hot above me. Her hair matted and wet against her body, her cheeks a rosy red from the steam in the shower. She was beautiful no matter what. My dick twitched, straining for some release.

“What do you say?” I asked clueless, keeping my eyes on her. My finger slowly inserted into her pussy, causing Valerie to toss her lead back, moaning my name. I pushed it deeper, Valerie moaning out more.

“Damien-”

“That's not my fucking name. What do you fucking say?” I pushed my finger faster for her, her moans echoing in the shower. 

“Please sir, let me come to you. Please let me have my release. You’re the only one who can. Please.” She begged. I groaned in anticipation, pulling my fingers from her, lifting them to her mouth, watching her suck herself dry from me, moaning.

I got up, and sat on the bench pulling her onto my lap, aligning myself at her sex. Leaning forward, I nipped her collarbone, whispering against her skin. She was perfect in every way. Valerie lowered herself slowly onto me, gasping out my name as I did hers. My head leaned against the shower wall, Valerie’s hand above my head, for support on the wall. Her hips began to move slowly, her eyes fluttering closed, focusing on my dick inside of her.

“No no.” I tapped her cheek, springing her eyes open, looking down at me. “Don't close your eyes, love. I want to see when you come through your eyes. Be a good girl and fuck my cock would you?” Demanding as it was, I wanted her to use me for her release. I smacked her ass cheek, hearing it echo through the shower, Valerie cried out.

“Fuck Damien!” Her nails dug into my shoulders, picking up her pace. I thrusted my hips up into her pussy going deeper and harder for her. Valerie rode me like it was the last time she would. She looked so goddamn beautiful on top of me, I couldn't contain myself.

Leaning forward I captured her breast in my mouth as she rode me. Our skin slipping and sliding over each other. Her moans are getting louder, groaning my name. 

“Oh, damien. I can't…I can't hold it.” She purred to me, gripping my hair, I groaned into her ear.

“You don't have too, love. Let go, I'm right behind you. You’re such a fucking good girl coming for me, marking my cock with your cream. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Val. Fuck Im right here.”

My balls clenched as my dick twitched inside of her, sending her and I over our edge together. I gripped her hips bucking as much as I could to get a good release from her. Screaming ecstasy, Valerie rode her high out on my cock, slowing to a halt, looking down at me. Her hair is like a curtain over her face, breathing heavily.

“Good girl.” I grinned at her tapping her ass cheeks again. She bit her lip and smiled.

“Thank you, sir.” She giggled, I chuckled, kissing her lips gently.

I sighed, cupping her cheek in my hand. “With all respect, Val. I am addicted to you. I have been for the last 9 years.” I confessed to her. My eyes never leave hers. “I know you need time to heal from the last ass. I get it. I lost you once, I don't ever want to lose you again. You are mine, and I don't ever want to share you with anyone else.”

Her eyes bored mine, taking in my statement. It was true. I wasn't going to let her leave me again. Even if it was over my dead fucking body.

“I missed you too, Damien. It's crazy to jump from one person to the next like this. But I feel so safe with you.” She breathed, her nails scratching over my beard. I eyed her slowly, wrapping my arms around her waist, I swallowed.

“I understand if you need time. I understand if you don't want to have some peace, but as someone who has been keeping his feelings for you bottled away, I got to pour them out. I can't stay away from you this time. Nothing is stopping me from being with you. I promise you that.” I murmured, stroking her cheek with my thumb. Her eyes glossed over, and she blinked the tears away.

“The feeling is mutual, sir.” She purred out, biting her lip. “And I adore you so very much.”

* * *  *

Later on that afternoon, we decided to stay inside, and have a lazy day. Except for the occurrence of me having to leave her alone for a couple hours here and there for meeting calls. I hated leaving her alone, no matter how long it was, but this was my job. To protect the ones who’ve been wrongfully accused, get reduced sentences, court dates to be met and settled, etc. 

I know she didn't mind it, but I sure as hell did. I wanted Valerie to have my full and undivided attention. As they say, duty calls.

I was on my laptop at her dining room table when she came around the corner, hair in a bun and an oversized tee. Showing off her thick beautiful legs. Her toes were done in a deep shade of red, more beautiful than ever. 

“How's it going?” she mouthed to me. Shrugging my shoulders I rolled my eyes.

    I was in a meeting over Zoom for some court hearing that was being rescheduled. Due to the fact the judge was a complete ass and was constantly drunk he never could appear appropriate for sentencing. Its been pushed back so many times its getting on my last fucking nerve. If I had anything to say about it, he wouldn’t show up tomorrow. 

Side glancing, I noticed all starting the coffee maker, opening the cupboard door, grabbing a mug. I started a little too long, and saw the thong she was wearing underneath. Black lace, it lined and shaped her ass perfectly. My cock twitched in my sweatpants, my hands desperately wanting to grab it. However staring too long got me caught, as she smirked at me, flipping her hair over her shoulder, groping her own cheek. I groaned aloud. 

          “Damien, are you with us still?” Charles asked me. Charles was the executive of the Firm, so a step below me. Charles took everything to heart and didn’t like anyone ignoring him. 

          I cleared my throat, adjusting myself below the camera. 

“Yes Charles, I'm still here. My connection must be faulty today. My apologies, please continue.” I responded, my patience  beginning to grow thin. I clicked my keyboard key, placing myself on mute.

 

         “Right so as I was saying, the sentencing shouldn’t extend longer than 10 years maximum for the following charges - attempt obstruction of evidence, faulting with evidence, fleeing from authority, and first degree attempted murder. Now we’ve-“

 My eyes bulged, I cleared my throat, taking myself off mute.

 “Objection. Ten years? It should be longer than that considering the fact a woman and her child are aggressively traumatized. This man broke into their home and raped them both, according to their statements and evidence gathered from both women and the scene. Why is there such a light sentence?”

“Well Mr. Montoya we know that-”

“With all due respect, it would be distasteful, if you even consider giving this delinquent a ridiculous sentence as this one. You all surely should - have some form of heart - understand doing this is a crime. Not just to the system, however, the family as well. They go home to nothing but a slap in the face from us if this is decided. These women will have to live with what they went through for the rest of their lives. And quite frankly, a decision like this isn't ideal for us. Our Firm is strictly dedicated to helping those. Those like these women involved in this case. 

“Understand me when I say this; we sentence 25 years, life on parole, and under no circumstance is within 10 miles of this family. The inmate will be listed a sex offender for the rest of his life, and will no longer be a caution to the family.”

As furious as I was, I needed to calm myself. How can you?. How the fuck can this asshole say something like this to me? Of all people to present this too, Charles had the fucking balls to choose me. No way in hell, was this shit going to fly under my nose.

“Do you really think that is rational, Montoya? Such a hard sentence for someone who has never committed a crime; however, was coerced into doing this one. Doesn't seem like it would be remotely fair-”

“Henderson, I think you need to rethink your logic here. Does not matter if the inmate were to choose to do this on his own, or if the guy was forced. The raped two women. More than once.” I clicked over on the file, making it viewable to everyone in the conference. Clicking each picture that was taken, hearing low groans, and awes from them. 

“Do you really think it is rational for someone to get only ten years for doing something like this to a little girl's face? Her legs, her body? Do you really think that is doable? She's a minor, Henderson. A minor. The most vulnerable women in the world. They succumb under pressure. She was only fourteen, Henderson, Clarke, Fred, Jamie. Fourteen. She will have to go back to school, graduate, get married and have kids of her own someday. But this will always be on her subconscious. The outcome is 25, I am not backing off my demand.`` 

The Zoom was quiet for a moment, the defense lawyers and my colleague, Fred, who was smirking behind his hand at his desk, contemplated this thought, until Fred spoke up.

“I second the motion of this result.” I didn't realize I was holding a breath until I let go of it. I nodded to Fred through my webcam.

“Anyone else?” I asked, looking at the others' reflection. Silence.

“Good, we have agreed upon the appeal of 25, with life parole, and a restraining order for the family. Thank you all for joining me today, we’ll schedule for 6 weeks out.” Fred signed off, as did everyone else, rolling their eyes. I breathed out slowly, shutting my laptop, smiling inside.

Another case getting the justice it deserved. Placing my headphone back into my case, I rubbed my face, groaning of exhaustion. Val was standing there looking at me in awe, biting her lower lip. My cock twitched looking at her gorgeous figure leaning on the counter across from me, holding a coffee mug in her hands.

“Wow.” she breathed, “That was incredible.”

“Typically you aren't supposed to hear anything that goes on in my meetings since its classified, through the board. But I trust you won't talk about this, yes?” I asked her, standing from my chair walking over to her. I only then noticed that her eyes were glistening with fresh tears, my face clouded with concern.

“Val? Are you okay? What's wrong?”

“Nothing. I just.. I was taken away by how you stood your ground for that woman and her daughter. There should be more lawyers like you, who actually care about the outcome of things.” Val looked up at me, sitting her coffee mug on the counter in front of her.

I sighed, pulling her to me, leaning on the counter, trapping her in my arms, I pecked her lips; once, twice, three times.

“Trust me, love if I could have this asshole put in the electric chair I would within seconds. That all is up to the judge really. But there was just something about this case that didn't sit right with me. So of course I had to take action as best as I could. It's my job.” 

Valerie rolled her eyes shoving me away from her, smiling. She was so goddamn beautiful, she never had to try. That's what made me want her all the time. She was perfect in every which way possible. From her personality, the way she carried herself as a independent woman, hair to her lips, to her collarbones down to her perfect breasts, her sex between her legs that was god awfully hard to refuse. 

“What are you thinking about?” She purred, snapping me out of it. She brought her mug t her lips, spinning her coffee.  I grinned at her, pulling her back to me, my voice growing deep.

“I'm thinking about that pussy of yours between your legs, Val.” she choked, coughing a little, her face blushing pink.

“Fuck Damien, I was not expecting that answer from you.” Her hand on her chest, she coughed again, making me chuckle shaking my head.

“What can I say? I never lie, I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but. I'm a lawyer, remember?” I gripped her ass, moving the cup in her hand, pressing my lips to her again. She tasted like coffee, and french vanilla creamer, I groaned against her lips.

“You taste amazing all the time, Val. I'm addicted.” I confessed, moving down to her neck, lifting her onto the kitchen counter, standing between her legs.

I felt her breathing pick up, as I sucked a spot right under her ear, earning a sigh from her.

“Damien.” She breathed. Her hands were roaming by body, underneath my shirt, but I grabbed her hands, looking at her.

“Knot them in my hair, love, I wanna taste more of you. And that is not my name.” I growled. My cock was rock hard against my sweats, wanting free.  I ground myself into her, making her moan out my name. I moaned with her, getting her wetter for me. I couldn't wait to be between her legs. It was more of a happy place.I could feel the pre cum colleting on the inside of my boxers. God she drove me wild.

Getting on my knees, I ripped off her panties, making her gasp, legs spread, dangling off the counter.

“Why must you ruin my things, Damien?” She groaned, seeing the fabric on the floor next to me. I looked up at her.

“Like it matters. I can just buy you more.” I kissed each of her thighs, as Vaerlie leaned back on her palms, biting her lip watching me.

Keeping contact, I inched closer to her pussy, dripping, glistening, waiting to be touched. One of her hands made their way to the back of my head, gripping my hair, making me groan.

“Fuck, Val. You’re dripping for me. Already wanting me to taste you. How bad do you want my mouth on that sweet nub of yours, love? Tell me.” I groaned, my index finger slowly petting her folds. She bucked her hips and moaned my name softly, escaping her lips.

“Ah, ah, come on we’ve been through this already. Don't make me say it again. What's my name?” I asked her, my finger circling her clit now, slowly inching itself inside her pussy. Valerie gasped, arching her back, her boobs pressing against her shirt.

“S-sir. Please I can't.. Please don't tease me. I want you to eat me out, sir. Please.” She purred. Looking down at me, I didn't waste time, I wanted her more than she wanted the release. 

Sticking my tongue out, I pushed it inside of her sex, both of us groaning as I tasted her. Valerie placed her legs over my shoulders again, her thighs squeezing my head. I reached down to my sweats and stroked myself through them, Moaning onto her clit, I lapped up her juices trickling out of her, Valerie moaning my name louder than before.

“Mmm, you taste wonderful, love. So sweet and all for me.” I sucked on her clit, pumping two fingers into her, her hand tugging at my hair, moaning and breathing harder every thrust I gave her. 

“Sir I need.. Please.” She whispered to me, legs beginning to shake. I slowed my fingers, motioning come here within her. She cried out for me.

“Tell me what you want, baby. You can use your words. Good girls get rewarded.” I growled, kissing her clit.

“Ah, fuck sir please get insnide of me. I need you.” She cooed. Looking down at me, her eyes darker than ever, cheeks a shade of pink like this morning.

“As you wish, my dear.” I growled. Standing and dropping my sweats, I wasted no time, slamming myself into her. “Fucking hell, Val. You get tighter every time. Guess I have to fix that, hm?”

“Oh, yes, sir please. Stretch me. Fuck me raw.” She moaned, only to gasp after what she said. Her eyes flashed innocence, but confidence right after. She was ready for it all. Only to see her second guessing herself, it makes her even hotter. I kissed her lips, retracting my cock, slamming her again. 

“You can have whatever you want, baby. Just ask nicely when you do.” I thrusted in and out of her, picking up my pace, her legs wrapped themselves around my waist, squeezing me tighter and closer to her. She was taking all of me so well, she always did. She was my perfect girl.. I love that about her. I wanted her to be myself so much.

“Y-yes. I love that.” She moaned, biting my collar bone. I growled and pumped her faster, her breasts bouncing against my chest. Her nipples were rock hard and needing attention. I was so focused on her pussy, Valerie gripped my shoulders, digging her nails into me.

“Say yes to me, Val. Say yes to me, and I will fuck you like this all the time, everytime. Say yes to me, right now. And I am all yours whenever you want. I will cherish you like you should be, in every way possible to imagine. Be a good girl for me, love. Say yes to me, and I will let you come. Be a good girl, and say it for me. Fuck.” I hissed between my teeth. 

My thrusts were getting sloppy, feeling her walls constrict around me, she was close. Reaching down, I palmed her clit, slowing my hips, I leaned back and looked at her. Face glistened with sweat, I swear I saw her eyes roll back into her head. I wanted to see her come undone on me.

 

Our eyes locked, and her legs squeezed even harder, her nails scratching down my arms, and back, a deep grunt coming from me, as she screamed out, “Oh, fuck, yes sir! Yes!”

I felt her walls constrict more around my cock, as she was riding herself on me, getting her release. I couldn't hold it in, and let go myself, filling her pussy with me. We climaxed with each other, holding onto each other for life finishing each other off. Slowly coming to a stop, I leaned into her, breathless, my head in the cook of her neck. Valerie's arms wrapped around my neck, herlegs never letting go.

“Yes.” She breathed against me. It was so quiet I almost asked her to repeat it, she was with me, all the way this time.

 

Valerie

 

The last months worth of days and nights, has been, and forever will be worth all the pain I have been through with my past relationships. It’s taught me everything in your life will turn out for the better. And it really has. I’m grateful for the man that has - literally - inserted himself into my life once again, and I don't tend to let him leave. Damien has been such an amazing person to me despite all of the court hearings he had been going through, and I don't think I have said a proper thank you to him. He's trapped with me, for our lifetime and endlessly.

I hadn’t seen much of Damien the last few days, due to the court dates being set back. I missed him; however, his job was important to him, I understood. Since I overheard his conversation on Zoom with his uncle and lawyers a few weeks ago, it’s something to stress about. A woman, and her daughter sitting comfortably in their own home, two men break in. guns. Forcing them to hand over anything valuable, and beat them senseless if the women decided otherwise. To make it worse, the men raped both of them, over the course of two hours. They were eventually caught, from evidence left in the home, but I don't blame the women at all, for nowanting to go back. It's too traumatic, too painful to revisit. I shook my head, erasing the memory.

To have someone like him, Damien, protecting women in their environment, where they work, and going out, is crucial. Granted, men have it easy, but us women never have, more or less, never will. It's sickening to think about. Damien was always a person who wanted to help people who had nowhere else to turn. He had caught me up to speed with some of the things he‘d  taken care of over the years. Some misdemeanors that really meant nothing in the court of law, felonies that were never really relevant. Honestly, Damien was a man with power, and that was definitely something he did not have an issue showing off. 

In the court, or the bedroom for that matter. 

Hence, the reason why I am currently at the mall, browsing through lingerie boutiques. Yes, Damien was a man with power, but that didn't mean he was  only one that liked having the power. I had just got off the phone with Damien not too long ago, and told him where I would be for the next couple of hours. Then he desperately told me he would be with me soon, and he couldn't wait. Neither could I. I haven't seen nor touched Damien in weeks, and I was craving every inch of him. 

Granted, Damien offered to have everything charged to his credit card, but I declined cause then he would know what I had purchased. I wanted this to be a surprise for him. And a surprise, he shall get.

Walking past the window display of Thicc-N-Curvy, my eye caught a piece I was dying to have.  Stopping in front of the store window, I studied the lingerie more. It was dark red, almost maroon. I have a tiny but efficiently laced push up bra, with a matching thong to go with it. Pushing the door open, and greeting the cashier, I made my way over to the display.

“Oh we just got that in stock! Everything lingerie, panty or bra, is buy one get one half off, or buy two get one free. Trust me, it’s a deal you wouldn't want to pass up!” The cashier explained to me. I glanced at her name tag, reading Kaila. 

“Sounds like a good deal to me. Do you have these in other colors?” I asked her, looking back at the mannequin. If I was going to give Damien a treatment, they were sure it.

“Yes we do! Uh.. oh! We have that color, maroon, a deep forest green, and a baby blue, also black.” She pointed to the drawers for each item. “Anything else I can help with?”

“Actually, yes. I have a question for you. So my.. My boyfriend and I haven't been with each other for a couple of weeks because of his job. And I wanted to give him a welcome home, type of gift. Which one would you prefer?” I bit my lip, containing a smile begging to show. Kaila licked her lips grinning, shaking her head.

“My dear, as much as these are beautiful pieces, which I have for myself and they are amazing! But you’ll want something they'll be on his knees for. Eign away from each other that long? Girl, make it worth it! And this isn't it. Let me go to the back and grab it for you, I will be just a moment. Do browse around the shop for anything else you might like.” She spun on her heel, making her way to the back entrance.

I grabbed a black and baby blue one in case. They were too cute to pass up. Making my way over to the bra and panties side, I picked out a couple of matching sets as well, along with a couple of lounging styles for me. Smiling to myself, I knew Damien was going to like what I had in store. But I was going to obsess over it.

 

* * * * * * 

 

Four hours had passed, and I was at home. Currently in the kitchen wrapping up the final touches of dinner to be prepared. I had made enchiladas, just how my mom used to make them - from scratch. All the other ingredients were store bought, created together to make one special Mexican dish. Everything was to die for. Including myself. When I returned home from my spree, I was in action mode. Prepped for dinner, I made Enchiladas from scratch - Tortillas from scratch that is. Side salad to go with it, a bottle of white wine, breadsticks; and myself for dessert. 

Making things from scratch was what my mother taught me when I was younger. She would be explaining how to make things while I over watched. Years on, I started making stuff together myself in the kitchen when she was too sick to herself. I was fresh out of highschool when she passed away. It ruined me for a few years, but I’ve grown to speak to her in ways only her and I understand. 

Cooking.

Hearing my phone chime, snapped me out of it, I whipped my hands on my towel over my shoulder. Glancing to the screen, I saw Damines name pop up on my phone, my heart skipped a beat.

Damien: I’m just wrapping up here at the office, I will be there soon. I’ve missed you. X

Sighing, I felt the heat creep up my neck to my cheeks, and between my legs as well. Every inch of me missed him, and I couldn't wait to sinky my nails into him later tonight. But first, I had to get through dinner with him. Swiping a quick reply, and a picture of myself in the black lace set, I locked my screen. Mixing the greens together in the salad, I drizzled dressing on top, securing the flavor. I heard my phone go off again, but I intended on not replying this time. Make him wait, sweat it out once Damien got here. I heard it go off a couple more times, and it made me bite my lip. Just you wait, Damien, I thought to myself.

A moment later, the timer for the enchiladas went off. Turning on my heel I turned off the stove, placing the oven mitts over my hands, guiding the dish out of the oven, onto a cooling mat. Groaning in desire, the smell hit my nostrils, making my mouth water. 

I haven't been able to cook very much lately. This was the first scratch dish I made in my new home. I sure hoped it turned out well. Taking off my mitts, I grabbed chopped green onions and sprinkled them lightly over the stop of the melted cheese. Giving the dish more color and life. 

Smiling to myself, I grabbed some plates, silverware and wine glasses, setting the table. And to make it even more devine, I snagged a couple candles from the hallway closet, along with their holders. Just as I placed the final touch of a candle light, I heard the front doorbell ring making me jump. I tossed off my robe into a spare room, grabbing an oversized shirt over my head, gulping down air. 

“Coming!” Fixing my stray hairs, I stopped. Why was I acting like this? I have seen this man plenty of times already, why was I being so selective about my appearance? I shook my head, walking to the door again.

“Come on, love it's freezing out here.” Damien spoke to me, knocking this time. My legs clenched together. Just hearing his voice made my insides turn into wildfire.

Unlocking the door, swinging it open, there he stood. Tall and proud, perfect in every way imaginable. A grin slowly dancing on his lips. I drank him in. His dark blue suit hugged his muscles and frame perfectly. His beard shaved and well kept, I could smell his aftershave, and a hint of spice cologne. My mouth watered.

“Damien, hi.” I breathed finally. Pulling him to me, I dragged him inside. His arms instantly went around my waist, his hands resting on my ass, and he hugged me closer. I almost couldn't breathe but I didn't care. I was finally in his presence, and I wanted him right there.

“I’ve missed you like hell, Val.” Damien murmured into my neck, his lips gently kissing, I sighed.

“Likewise, babe.” I replied. Pulling away, hungry for him, I locked my lips to his, feeling the warmth of him crash on me. I groaned against his lips, missing his touch. Damiens hand came to my cheek, his fingers knotting slightly into my hair, keeping me close as our lips worked together. It was long overdue, finally getting my taste of him. 

Leaning against the door frame, his tongue slipped its way into my mouth, dancing with mine, I slightly moaned, earning a chuckle from him pulling away slowly, my body still trapped in his arms. I felt like jello after a  heated encountered moment like that. If his grip released me, I would turn into a puddle on the floor.

“I better do something else for you later. By the way this is going, I can tell just by your demeanor.” Damien chucked again. “How’s that schooling thing - reality classes going for you? I know you told me about it a week or so ago, and I feel awful for not checking in as much.”

I sighed, and leaned into him, “ Don't be. You’re a lawyer, Damien. You have a job to attend to and you get caught up; it's nothing to worry about. It's been going. I was able to register for my classes, and get my things in order. I start next month. I'm excited.”

“That’s great, Val! I'm so glad you are putting yourself first. If you need anything, don't hesitate to tell me. I will help make sure you have the best of the best.”  Damien murmured to me. I looked up at him, and I could tell he meant every word. My heart started to hammer in my chest from happiness. 

For the first time in a while, I genuinely felt happy. And I never wanted to let this go. 

“You look and smell great by the way.” Damien winked. I rolled my eyes.

“Can you blame me? Look at yourself sometime.” I grinned, my hands sliding down his chest.

Damien pecked my lips once more, and sniffed the air, eyes going wide. “You made dinner?”

“Of course I did. You’ve been working a lot, and I wanted to make you something nice. Wait till you see.” I grabbed his hand, walking him to the kitchen, shaking my ass more than usual, hearing him mumble under his breath.

“Oh, wow. Val you didn't have to do all of this.” Damien loosened his tie, looking at the arrangement I created moments before. I bit my lip and felt my cheeks get hot.

“I know I didn’t but I really wanted to. Please, sit.” I motioned to the chair, as Damien took off his jacket, sitting. Grabbing the wine out of the fridge, his back was too me, I saw his muscles relax. Now was my time to shine.

Taking a deep breath, I popped the cork to the wine, and in one swift movement, my tee was on the floor of the kitchen, leaving me in my black lace set, exposed. Turning on my heel, I stalked over to the table brushing my hip against his shoulder. Damien locked his phone quickly, drinking me in. I swear his eyes were going to pop out.

“Wow, Val. Jesus this is what you have been doing all day?” He groaned, catching his cock twitch in his pants, I smirked, licking my lips. I bent forward, capturing his lips in mine once more, pulling away, biting his lower lip, groaning out.

“Yes. Again, you have been working a lot and long hours lately. Figured I could take a load off tonight.” I purred. Pouring our glasses of wine, I purposely swayed my hips, back over to the stove top grabbing the now cooled dish, bringing it over. 

“Jesus christ, Val. I haven't been here 5 minutes and I already wanna skip dinner. But I can't wait to try what this is. Smells wonderful by the way.”

“Thank you, and I’ve made Enchiladas. From scratch.” I stated proudly. Damien’s jaw dropped slightly, quickly catching himself. He cleared his throat.

“Well, let's dig in then.” Damien cut out one for me, then for himself. His hands were shaking slightly, and I smiled at him. I was going to sit across from him, and eat dinner in my set, drive him wild, like Damien was driving me. 

Cutting himself a bite, I watched his mouth open and close around the silverware, pulling it away from his lips. Damien chewed for a moment, before groaning, leaning back into his chair, clattering his fork against the plate. His fork then dived in again, for a bigger bite. I smiled.

“Well?” I asked, taking a bite for myself, my tastebuds dancing with spices and flavor. 

“Val, what the fuck do you think? This is amazing! I am really impressed! It's been a while since I have had a home cooked meal.” Damien explained. He hummed as he ate. Just like he used to do when we were teenagers. Never let that habit go.

“Good. I’m so happy you liked it. How is the case going?” I looked at him through my eyelashes only to find him staring back at me already. His eyes, a darker shade of blue, collecting the lust and desire in those pools. 

He swallowed, and thought for a moment, wiping his face.

“It's good. Coming together for once. Can't wait until it's over, really. Everything gets either postponed, or we go into what's called a  continuance. Consistently canceled, and all that shit.”

We ate in silence for a few moments, but I would catch Damien sneak glances at me. With dinner almost finished, and the wine kicking in, I grinned. Looking down at myself, I realized I still only had my set on, then an idea sprang to me. 

Pushing my chair back, I stood slowly, leaning over the table, giving Damen a good view of my chest. His eyes darted to them bad back at me, swallowing a sip of wine. A smirk slowly grew on his lips. Standing up right, I walked over to him, keeping my eyes locked on his. Damien scooted his chain back a bit, about to stand, but I pushed him back down, swinging my leg over his lap straddling his waist. Feeling his already hard member underneath me, I bit my lip.

“How was dinner, D?” I questioned, toying with his half undone tie, unbuttoning the first button on his dress shirt. 

“Wonderful thank you. You need to teach me that recipe so I can make it again sometime.” Damiens jaw worked its muscle, his hands roamed my thighs. Feeling the rough calluses along my legs, it gave me goosebumps, and turned me on. I made my way down his shirt, undoing the buttons on my one. 

“You know Val, you look-”

“Hot? Yes, I am aware. Are you still hungry? I have one more thing to feed you.” I grinned, exposing his chest and all to me.

 I ran my hands up his stomach, right at the beltline, to his chest, and over his shoulders, dropping his shirt to the floor. I rolled my hips slightly, watching him inhale, and grunt wrapping his arms around my waist. I pecked his lips gently, only to me met with full force from him. Hsi hand trapping behind my head, keeping me in place. I smiled against his lips, kissing back.

Damien

 

This woman was going to be the death of me. Everything about her was to die for. Her skin was as soft as the finest silk in the world. Her cooking was immaculate. Even though this was the first dish she's made for me in a while, it was everything and more. Her set she bought just for me, was driving me wild. Having her sit on my lap, feeling and feeding my rock hard cock with desire, I couldn't take it anymore.

Her hips rolled against me again, making me groan against her mouth. She giggled, pulling her mouth away from me, kissing down my neck, biting occasionally. My hands roamed her body, touching every inch of her possible.

“As much as I like teasing you this way, I think it would be best to move ourselves to the bedroom hm? Besides, your dessert is ready for you.” She purred into my ear, nibbling the lobe. 

Growling, I was about to stand, but she got off my lap, took off running down the hall to her room, leaving me breathless and so hard I thought my cock was going to explode. Standing, and undoing my best, I felt a wet spot on my dress pants, and it hit me. Grinning, I followed up the stairs, only to see her naked, lying on the bed, propped on her elbows, legs spread, ready for me to dive into her. I froze.

“Fuck, Val. You are so perfect in every way possible.” I groaned. I gripped my cock giving some tension release through my pants. My eyes were fixed onto her, never breaking apart. This night was going to be different for the both of us. Her taking charge of me, leading me on and over the edge. I always wanted her.  I marched down the hallway, only to hear her bark her order me to stop before entering her room. This was her night, I was going to let her do whatever she wanted and more to me. 

“You’re a lucky guy, you know. By the way, this is a no clothes zone. Drop everything right there.” She demanded. 

“Yes, Valerie.” I breathed to her, watching her eyes from afar. 

“That’s ma’am, to you, now.” She corrected me.

 I leaned against the door frame, staring at her with a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes damn near black in pleasure. She was fucking enjoying this. I was in a trance with her. Whatever she wanted me to do, I was going to do it for her and only her. Her pussy glistened in the dim light. This is what she meant by dessert, and I’m glad I made room for it. Dropping my pants, I took off my socks and shoes faster than light. My cock standing proud and throbbing for her. Her eyes darted to it, and she licked her lips, widening her legs.

“Come here, D. Come join me, please.” She reached her hand out to me, and I gladly walked into her room, crawling up to her slowly, capturing her lips into mine again. Pushing my tongue into her mouth she moaned, tanning her hands into my hair, pulling slightly. I broke the kiss, and moved to her neck, kissing and biting lightly, earning a moan from her again.

“I’ve missed you so much, Val. You have no fucking idea.” I kissed my way down her body, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting.

She hissed, and arched her back, pushing her breast into my mouth, “Yes Damien. I missed you too, everything tonight is all for you.” I stopped, releasing her nipple from my mouth, looking up at her.

“You never need to go above and beyond for me, love. All I ever want is to see you. Whether it be this, naked, or in your comfortable clothes. I’m attracted to who you are, and who you will become someday.” I pecked her lips, and tended to her other nipple. My hand snaked its way between her thighs, feeling her breathing quicken.

“And what will I be someday, D- sir.” She whispered. I looked at her, her wetness on the tips of my fingers already. Crawling lower, her pussy directly in front of my face, my eyes scanned her face, connecting with her eyes.

“My wife.” 

Before she could say anything back, my tongue stuck out, and licked her folds, making her gasp, gripping my hair immediately. I grabbed her hand from my hair, dipping my forearms under her things, locking our fingers together. I dove my head deeper into her thighs, as far as I could go, my tongue lapping at her pussy. I groaned against her, she tasted so good, and so sweet. And the best part was it was all for me.

“Oh, fuck.” She moaned out, her grip on my hands tightened, and my tongue worked faster for her. Drawing shapes, lapping faster against her. Her hips started to roll against my face bucking here and there, she was finding rhythm against my face. 

I let go of one of her hands, and pushed a finger inside of her, making her moan my name. I didn't correct her this time, I loved hearing my name come from her. I pushed another finger in, then out of her, repetitively, while my tongue worked on her clit. Her head leaned back against the pillows, her nipples standing proud on her chest. Her thighs tightened around my head, as she rocked herself closer to her high.

“Let it go, baby. Let me have my dessert. I can feel you’re almost here.” I groaned against her. I licked her clit over and over, plunging my fingers deeper and faster. Valerie then gripped the sheets, explaining my name, releasing herself over my mouth. I licked and slumped up everything of her, kissing her clit one more before crawling back up to her.

“You taste so damn sweet, Val. That was a dessert well deserved, indeed.” I grinned.

Breathing heavy, she placed her hands on my shoulders wrapping her legs around my waist, she grabbed my cheek looking to my eyes,

“I want to come with you inside of me, Damien.” She ground her hips onto me, making my eyes flutter with amusement. I lined up to her pussy, and slid inside with ease, both of us moaning. The connection we've been dragging on, finally happening.

“God, Val. You’re so fucking wet for me. Fuck.” I grunted, her hands moving up my back, digging her nails into me. She moaned against my neck, pushing her hips up into me.

I started thrusting slowly into her, taking my time. Sure I could have finished quicker, but I wanted to enjoy this as much as she was. I missed her pussy so much, it was like a drug to me. I thought about her and this feeling all the time. The moments I was away from her, the more I ached to have her near me again.

“I’ve missed you here, Damien. So, so much. You’re so good to me.” She purred, taking my lips into hers. She moaned against my mouth, rocking her hips with me. This was no longer a fuck. This was love making.

“Yes, ma’am. You and your soft skin, beautiful pussy, thick thighs. Everything about you baby, I missed every inch of you.” I kissed her neck, going deeper into her, picking up the pace, as she gasped. Her fingers knotted in my hair again, gripping roughly. I groaned into her neck, thrusting harder. My name rolled off her tongue over and over, I could feel her walls tighten around me, she was getting close.

Reaching down between us, I rubbed small circles into her clit, feeling her nails dig deeper into my back, making me hiss against her. Our breathing is heavy, but in sync. I never wanted this moment to end with her. She fit so well around my cock, I didn't want to leave any space between us.

“Come for me, baby. Let go for me, love.” I moaned in her ear. I thrusted faster, grunting, I looked in her eyes, watching them gloss over. Her forehead beading with sweat, the sheets started to stick to my leg. Her grip on my waist got tighter, as her moans got louder. I'm sure the neighbors heard, but I didn't care.

“Fucking christ, Damien, right there!” I slowled my rhythm but rubbed her clit faster and harder, rubbing the spot inside of her, bringing her closer. I felt her walls constrict around me more and more, she was there. I let go myself, spilling into her, as she screamed my name to the heavens. Her nails dig down my back, legs holding onto me, as I let her ride herself out on my cock. 

“Fuck, Val. I love you. I fucking love you.” I growled into her ear, as I finished the last of myself. Her arms collapsed around my shoulders, nearly spent, breathing heavily.

I dropped on top of her, breathing hard myself, hearing her heartbeat hammerin her ribcage beneath me, my cock twitching inside of her. I slowly slipped myself out, feeling her wince under me.

We laid there for a few moments, collecting ourselves from our high together. Her hands found themselves in my hair, rubbing patterns into my scalp. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment.

“Did you mean that, Damien?” She whispered, after a while. Her hands stopped in my hair and I looked up at her, leaning now on my forearms.

I looked down into her eyes, “One hundred and fifty percent. I told you before. I lost you once; this time, I don't plan on doing that. You’re mine now, and I want it to stay that way. You and me. I'm sorry I’ve been working a lot, but there has been a date set for this to be over. Officially. After that, I’m unconditionally all yours, wherever and however you want. We have a lot of history, sure, but I would definitely like to make more history with you. Valerie, I deeply fucking love you.”

 Tears brimmed her eyes, as one fell down the side of her cheek, I whipped it with my thumb. She grabbed the back of my neck, nodding her head, kissing me once.

“I deeply fucking love you too, Damien Montoya. Make the world a better place, but my bed is a messy place.” She giggled, sniffling. I chuckled and pecked her lips, lying on my back.

“Always a pleasure to make that happen for you.” She rested her head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her, hand on her ass cheek. “I’ve been wanting to ask this too. How about moving into my place soon?” 

“Damien, really? You bought this place!”  She looked up at me with her eyes wide, glossed over, from the tears.  I shrugged my shoulders.

“Rent it out. Someone around here could use a good place to live, don't you think? Besides, didn't you mention that earlier today? You want to try to be a realtor? Here you go.”

She shook her head, sitting up this time, holding a sheet to her chest.

“Damien, I don't even have a license yet! Yes I wanted to be realtor-”

“And now you can be. I can make some calls and get you started in a program. It doesn't have to be right now, I can wait for the answer.” I explained to her. Valerie just stared at me, eyeing me closely. “Besides, I want you to be comfortable with anything you want to do with your life. I will always be here supporting you.”

“How long do I have to decide?” She asked.

“About 2 weeks. Court is on October 15th, Wednesday.” I started, sitting up.

She chewed her lip for a second, then nodded her head.

“Are you sure you want me to live with you?” Valerie’s eyebrow raised, and I rolled my eyes.

“Yes Valerie. We’ve been sleeping together for months now, which has been amazing by the way; and going without seeing you for two weeks nearly killed me. I want to be able to go to bed with you, and wake up with you every chance I can get.” Valerie’s eyes stared back into mine, probably making sure I wasn't lying to her. 

I could never hurt her in any way. Unless it was consensual, of course. 

“Fine. Are you allowed people in the courtroom?” She blinked. “If it's okay. I would like to be there, for support. For you.” Her cheeks heated a shade of pink, and I leaned forward, kissing her lips gently, and slowly.

Pulling away, my forehead against hers, my voice quiet only for her to hear me “I would love nothing more than to see you there in the courtroom with me.”

 

Valerie

 

The following morning I woke up to an empty bed. Damien must have left early to a meeting with Fred. My heart sank, realizing he was gone. There was a note left of me on his pillowcase. I leaned forward, grabbing the note, catching a whiff of his cologne on the pillow. I groaned, missing him already. My face planted into the pillowcase, and inhaled even more of what was left of him. A whimper escaped my lips, wishing he was still with me. 

Hoisting myself on to my elbow, I opened the note, smiling already:

Val, 

Sorry I had to leave you so soon. I will be back before you know it. My meeting shouldn’t take too long, I’m hoping. Don't miss me too much, okay? You look beautiful when you sleep by the way.

Love, D.

I sighed, and tucked the note away into my side table drawer, stretching my arms above my head with a groan. I winced from the night before, and reminisced for a moment. Seeing Damien for the first time in the last couple of weeks made the night perfect, for some reason. Seeing him all dressed in his Attorney attire, his cologne leaving traces everywhere within the house, anywhere he went. 

Sitting up right, I wrapped my robe around myself, slugging to the bathroom, turning on the light and faucet water for the bath. If I was going to do anything, I'd relax and soak my body parts. Feeling the water to my liking, I add a couple drops of body soap, creating the bubbles to come to life. Taking the hair tie from my wrist, typing my hair up in a bun, letting myself start to unwind. A yawn escaped my mouth, as I heard my phone ring from my room.

Groaning, I stood, turning off the faucet, trudging to my bedside. Looking at the screen, my cheeks flushed, my lips curled into a smile. Damien appeared across my phone screen. I slid my finger across the screen, placing the phone against my ear.

“Good morning.” I croaked, walking back to the bathroom.

“Good morning, Val. How did you sleep?” Damien asked, hearing shuffling of papers. My heart fluttered inside my chest, along with other things.

“I slept pretty well, thank you. Was bummed out that I had woken up to an empty bed.” I sighed. Keeping the phone tucked in my shoulder I shrugged off my robe, letting it drop to the floor.

“I know, love and I’m sorry for leaving you alone. Fred called me at 7 this morning and needed me here for a couple of hours. Won’t be much longer I assure you.” Damien explained. I was honestly half listening to him, feeling the water temperature on my legs, slowly sitting in the bath, moaning softly from the heat on me.

“That's alright, Damien. Do what you have too.” I sighed, leaning back against my head rest. I pulled some bubbles near my chest, covering slightly.

“What's that noise you just made?” He cleared his throat, his voice getting quiet.

I smirked, “I’m taking a bath. Got to, after all, the fun that was endured last night.”

I heard him clear his throat again, more shuffling.

“Without me? Yes, I agree. We surely made up for lost time.” Damien murmured. I giggled and nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me.

“Of course. It was nice to see you, can't wait to see you again. And yes, without you. Shouldn't have left me alone, then you could be here and bathing with me.” I retorted, smiling even wider. My core between my legs springing to life somehow. After all the mess last night, on more than one occasion, she was ready for more.

“Hm, maybe I can skip out of here very soon, and be with you then.” Damien coraked, his voice hoarse. I bit my lip sinking lower into the tub.

“Wouldn’t you like that, Mr. Montoya.” I purred. My legs instantly spread, floating in the bath water.

“Yes, I would like that very much. I could go into very intense detail, for you too.” 

“Really? Hm, what kind of detail would you give?” I bit my lip, my free hand resting on my stomach, working its way lower.

There was some shuffling, and I heard another voice. “Val-”

“Oh come on, we're just getting started, don't leave me hanging now.” I whined, water splashing over the edge to the floor. Damien chuckled. “Besides, you called me. Might as well make it worth it, don't you think?” 

Damien groaned, “As much as I would love to make yourself come for me over the phone, my uncle is buzzing me. I have to go. But we will discuss this matter later, I promise.”

“By discuss, do you mean actually discuss, or in between pants of breathing when we fuck?” I questioned. I heard a bark of laughter, and noticed it wasn't his. Uncle Fred. My face instantly red with embarrassment.

“I will leave that to you to decide, Val. I’m really sorry to do this but I have to let you go.” Damien rushed. I bit my lip hard to keep from laughing at the embarrassment he must feel.

I rolled my eyes, “Your place or mine?”

“Mine. I will be there within the hour to get you.” Damien stated. More papers being shuffled.

“Okay. I will see you soon.” I hung up, laying my phone on my towel near the toilet seat.With a heavy sigh, I sunk myself under the water.

Coming back up for air a few moments later, I whipped my face clear, taking a deep breath. 

 

* * * * *

 

 

My thoughts were disrupted when I heard a knock at the front door. I had just finished squirting perfume on my neck right when I heard it. My heart hammered in my chest, a flutter beginning in my stomach. An hour, just like Damien insisted. Grabbing my phone and keys from my vanity, I skipped down the stairs, opening the door.

“Hello, Val.” Damien grinned, pulling me to him. I smiled wide and gasped seeing what was in his hands.

 A bouquet of lilies, and roses. I bit my lip, my cheeks growing pink. As if he read my mind, Damien handed them to me, kissing my cheek in the process.

“Damien, you didn't have to do that. Those are beautiful.” I cooed. Sniffing them proudly, I smiled even more, kissing his lips. Gracefully, he kissed me back, wrapping both arms around my waist.

“You’re most welcome, Val. Again I'm sorry I skipped out on you this morning. Figured these would make up for it. Do you like them?”

“Of course I love them! Come inside, let me put these in some water, and we can go.” I pulled him inside by his hand behind me, sniffing the flowers once again.

Heading to the kitchen, Damien’s footsteps were right behind me. I grabbed a vase from under the sink, filling it with water. Shutting off the faucet, I spun around only to find Damien leaning on my kitchen counter, watching me.

“So how was the meeting?” I asked, placing the flowers in the middle of the island. Giving them one more sniff, I smiled, walking over to him. Damien’s arms proudly wrapped themselves around me, hands rested on my lower back.

“It went well. A few more figures to finalize, before the big day.” He sighed. My gaze followed his own, meeting his eyes. There were purple looking rings underneath his eyes and I gasped slightly. “I missed you this morning.”

“Likewise as always. Well good thing you have time off coming up afterwards. You look exhausted. You definitely need to take some well rested naps. It's running you into the ground.” I protested. Damien smiled.

“Oh that's been planned for some time. For sure it doesn't feel real when it starts. I haven't been able to rest for…. A while, let's say.” His grip on my waist tightened, causing me to stand on my tip toes. Our eyes were level. I felt my cheeks get warm.

Damien chuckled, “I’d like to take you with me when I do get the time off.” 

“Oh do you now? Guess you'll have to earn my presence then.” I teased. My arms snaked around his neck, scratching the base of his neck slightly. His eyes fluttered closed, and we swayed slowly. 

We swayed in silence for a few minutes. His eyelids flicked open, darting down to me.

“That feels nice. As much as I would love to stay and have you do that all day, we should get going. I'm starving. By the way, Fred will be joining us for lunch, if you don't mind.” Damiens arms fell from my waist, and I shook my head.

“No, that's okay. Should I.. um.. Should I take a bag? You don't have to go in tomorrow do you?”

His head shook side to side, a grin spreading, “No, love. I'm all yours for the next day and a half. Go ahead and get a few things you can leave at my place. Not like you won't be staying there permanently here soon. I do hope that the answer is yes, for you to stay with me. Besides, I don't think I can survive any longer without you by my side.” He pulled me to him, hands cupping my face, thumb stroking my  cheek.

Leaning up, I planted my lips on his, gently but affectionate. I wanted nothing more than to be with Damien at all times of the day. His job gets in the way here and there, but its something that he's worked hard for. I wouldn't want him throwing away his career for me. Damien kissed me back, pulling me closer to him. His tongue licked my lower lip and I opened my mouth, allowing him in. Our tongues danced for a while, and before I knew it, Damien hoisted me up onto the counter standing between my legs. 

I wrapped my legs around him, as I have many times already, still feels like everything we do is the first time. I never want that feeling to go away. 

“Damien.” I breathed against his lips, as Damien groaned, pulling away slowly.

“Good timing. I would have to take you right here if we didn't stop. Make up for this morning.” He chuckled. My hands rested on his belt buckle my fingers grazing his member throbbing already in his pants. I heard him groan again.

I looked up at him, “Looks like the timing is a little…off. What time are we all meeting at the resturant?” I purred, my hand gripping him through his pants, his head going backwards. I slid off the counter, backing him to the doorway.

“Mm, in a half hour.” Damien breathed. I grinned, taking his hand walking to the living room. I pushed him on the couch, getting on my knees in front of him.

“Oh that's perfect. We have plenty of time.” I grimaced. Undoing his belt, I unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. Damien sighed in relief, freeing his cock.

“Val-”

“Shhh, you’ve done a lot for me, and to me. Let me start returning the favor, yes?” Taking his dick in my hand, I kept my focus on his eyes. His hand traveled to the back of my head, leaning me closer. My tongue snaked out, and licked him, from base to tip, collecting the pre cum forming. Damien sighed.

Smiling, I took him in my mouth, slowly, lapping my tongue over his tip, swirling. He groaned, leaning his head back on the couch. Working my mouth, I bobbed my head slowly up, then back down. Damien groaned, gripping my hair in his hand tightly. 

“Oh, fuck Val. That feels so good.” He moaned. His head picked back up, cheeks flushed. He looked down at me, watching my mouth take him in and out. 

Winking, I bobbed faster, saliva gathering in my mouth, for more lubrication. His hips bucked up, sending his cock down my throat, causing me to gag, and Damein groaned.

“Jesus, just like that, Val. Dont fucking stop, take it all.” Damien growled, his hips bucking faster.

Working my mouth faster, I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking him as hard as I could. His groans got deeper, coming from the back of his throat. One had gripped my hair tighter, forming a ponytail, the other gripping the arm of the couch. Seeing him come undone from beneath me was extravagant. Damien had this hot and sexy demeanor about him, and it made me go weak at the knees for him.

Taking a breath, I slowed my rhythm, taking him deeper into my mouth, down my throat. I held my head still, staying there, hearing him moan my name into the empty space. My throat began to burn from him being so thick. A tear rolled down my cheek I gagged, and took him out of my mouth again. Stroking him fast and squeezing him.

“Fuck, Val you’re so good to me.” Damien moaned, hips bucking again. Lifting his head he looked down at me. His hair falling in front of his face, making him one horny hot mess. I grinned but wiped it quickly, slowing my hand.

“If you want to finish, you have to call me by my actual name, dear.” I blinked. My eyes growing dark with desire. Damien bit his lip, hissing from the teasing pleasure.

“Ma’am, please. I need your mouth to finish me completely. I want those pretty lips of yours wrapped around me once again while I empty myself into you, Ma’am. Please.” Damie begged.

As he begged, I took him back in again. My hand worked in a twist and squeeze motion, my other cupping his balls, massing slightly. His hips worked against my mouth, and I took as he was inching toward the edge. I held my head completely still, and let him face fuck me. Let him take it out on me. All that frustration and stress building from this case.

Gagging here and here for him, more tears brimmed my eyes, I looked up at him. I heard him moan from the back of his throat and stay still, shooting his load into my mouth. His nails dig into my scalp, as my mouth captures all of his release. His hips relaxed on the sofa, and I slowly pulled him out of my mouth. Swallowing his contents. Whipping my lower lip free of him, I sacked my finger of the last drop, still kneeling in front of him.

Damien stayed still, his cock twitching coming down from a high. Standing from my knees, Damien looked at me. His eyes hooded from ecstasy.

“You know what they say; keep your man's balls empty, but his belly full.” I grinned, holding out my hand. “Let's go get some food, now I’m really hungry.”

Bellowing a laugh, Damien stood, buckling his pants, tucking in his shirt accordingly. Grabbing my face with his hands, he looked into my eyes.

.

“If they say that, then I highly request this to be a reoccuring thing when this fucking case is over with.” Damien pecked my lips, I giggled, kissing him back. Gra

“Consider it done.”

Damien

 

“About time you showed up!” Fred barked, standing from his table drink in hand. I rolled my eyes, scrapping Valere’s chair out for her to sit. She smiled at me, thanking me before she sat. I took my seat next to her.

“Relax, Fred. Traffic was backed up.” I started, draping my arm over the back of Valerie's chair. What Fred doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.

Fred shook his head looking at Val, smiling, “Well well well, look who decided to join us today!” Standing, he walked over to Val, and pulled her into a hug. Letting her go, he took her by the shoulders and eyed her. “My, my, Valerie. You haven’t changed a bit since I last saw you.”

“It’s so great to see you too, Fred. I think the last time we saw each other, Damien was getting dragged away to boot camp.” She bit her lip, realized what she said. Cheeks arising a light pink. “Oh shit, I didn't mean-”

He waved her off, “It's alright, sweetheart, can't change the past, we must leave it alone and continue on. It's great to see you either way. I haven't seen this sack of shit smile in lord knows how long. Till he saw you at the conference hall that is.” Fred sipped his drink and my eyes went wide.

“Really, Fred? Seriously? You even knew she was going to be there and forgot to tell me, mind you.” I asked through gritted teeth. He looked at me, then back to Val, ignoring me. Oh what fun this was going to be. I saw Val’s face flush a deeper pink.

“I don't blame him really. I mean, being a lawyer - or a CFO for that much you wouldn't really want to smile very much anymore, considering what you guys see everyday in the courtrooms.” 

“Very true, you are not wrong about that. Everyone deserves to have that light in their life, when we consistently are in the dark.” Fred took another sip of his drink, draining the contents, before raising his glass to the waitress. She then sprang to action, grabbing his glass, she looked at Val and I. 

“Either of you care for a drink?” She asked.

“I’ll take a white wine please. I’d like something sweet and savory. Whatever you have.” Valerie explained. The waitress nodded, and looked at me hungrily.

“I’ll take an irish whiskey, please, on the rocks.” I ordered.

“Sounds great. I will be back with your drink, sir.” She winked and turned on her heel to the bar. I heard Val snort, and lean on the table, glancing over at me.

“White, aye? Not a red drinker?” Fred asked, breaking the ice. I let go of a breath I didn't realize I was holding. 

“No, not really. I mean there are some red wines I do like, but I more or less have a sweet tooth today.” Valerie replied. Fred nodded in agreement, grinning slowly. 

“So what have you been up to these days, Valerie? You must have had a hell of a few years without this one.” Fred chuckled, receiving his drink one more from the waitress.. She then passed out everyone's drink, taking out her pen.

“Are we ready to order?” She asked, looking around at everyone.

“I think we will need a few moments, dear. Thank you kindly.” Fred smiled at her. The waitress then scurried off, back into the kitchen.

I looked over at Valerie, as she took her sip from her wine, overlooking the menu, as I overlooked her and her features. She was eroticley gorgeous, and it glowed with her. When I first laid eyes on her, she was glum. Unhappy, dissatisfied with life. Her skin and hair didn't glow as it did now. Every time she smiled it was for me, her happiness radiating to everyone in the room. 

But most of all, she was mine, and mine only. 

“So, Damien, are you prepared for what's to come?” Fred’s face grew serious. His glass firmly set in front of him. When he sighed, I could already smell the alcohol rolling off his tongue. I noticed Valerie looked over at me. Curiosity filling her eyes.

Clearing my throat, I nodded, my attention directed to him, “Yes. More than ever to finish this once and for all.”

“I don't disagree there. Especially who’s going to be his attorney, and the evidence we have against them. There's no way they can deny the fact that the man should be on the inside long term.”

“I just can't wait to see the look on that prick of Conover’s face when this is complete.” I grinned, leaning back in my chair.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Valerie choke on her wine, tapping her chest with her hand slightly. I leaned toward her, oncered, and patted her back right between her shoulder blades. She nodded at me as if she was telling me she was fine, without words. Tears slightly noticeable in the corners of her eyes, from the choke. I rubbed her back, glancing a look over at Fred, who was already looking for a way out. Something was up.

“Are you alright, Val?” I asked. My eyes scan every inch of her slowly, my hands never leaving her body. 

“Y-yes I am, thank you. Just went down the wrong hole I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders, blinking the tears away. Clearing her throat, she took another sip of her wine, cheeks flushed a rose pink. Two glasses in, and she was already feeling it.

“Are you sure?” I murmured to her. She sighed and nodded to me again, but something about her body language this time was off. She looked tense, uncomfortable.

“You didn't know, did you, Valerie?” Fred asked softly, his voice growing deep, as if everyone in the place was listening in.

“Know what?” I asked him, my eyes darting from Valerie to Fred, then back again. “Fred?”

Fred sighed, and finished his whiskey in one swig, and leaned onto his elbows on the table. 

“Conover, is my ex's last name. Andrew’s last name.” Valerie breathed. “I didn't realize you were-”

 

“When did you find this out, Fred? How long have you been keeping this from me?” I snapped. My blood is beginning to boil. Of all the places this had to be told it was here. In front of Valerie. Not that I wouldn't have told her anyway; however, it would have been nice to be notified ahead of the case.

“About two days ago.” Fred mumbled. My eyes flicked with fury.

“Two days? And you didn't think this was something I should be told about before I go to court? Did you even think about consulting me about this?” 

“I did, yes. But it would have thrown you off severely like it is now - don’t look at me like that. You would have been seeing red the whole case if I would have told you beforehand. Besides, I was going to tell you, Mr. Conover is only there to oversee Charles McEverns. Andrew is not your primary concern, Damion.” Fred explained. His voice was deep but serious, his face said otherwise. His eyes were apologetic, and sincere. 

 

Fuck that.

“I think I need to be excused.” Valerie called out. Scooting her chair back, she stood, but I grabbed her hand gently but firmly. She tugged but I tightened my grip slightly and she looked at me, tears in her eyes.

“Val-”

“I just need a minute, Damien, alright? I’ll be back.”  not making eye contact with anyone, she made a beeline for the restroom. Could have sworn I saw her wipe a tear before it fell.

“Val-” I called out to her, however she was out of hearing range.

I watched her walk away, but something told me to finish the conversation and get to the bottom of why Fred didn't tell me about this. Till now. Groaned, and fuming in irritation, I turned to Fred who was content but flushed, sipping his whiskey tenderly.

“This is why you don’t mess with animals with open wounds. You let them heal first.” Fred mumbled. My head snapped to him.

“Fred are you fucking kidding me? She is not an animal Fred how fucking dare you say that about her. She reached out to me when she needed someone. And there is nothing wrong with being there for someone in a time of need. So that you can shut your damn mouth on. Of all the things - wait, you made a deal with him months ago, and this is what it was for? To start a firm and take control? Do you know how insane this is, not just for you but for our firm? The one we created together? Years of hard work?”

The urge to punch him in the face was high, I couldn't stand it. My hands were gripping the chair arms, ready to snap the cheap wood in two. Fred sighed and leaned closer to me on the table. 

“Damien, please. Relax yourself and listen to me. For one, I didn't realize this was going to happen. I just found out the exact same way you are, right now.” Fred explained. I snorted a laugh and took a swig of whiskey feeling the burn of it go down the back of my throat to my stomach.

“For some reason I don't believe that for a second. I think you were going to sit on this till the day of, and then tell me. You realize what that asshole did to her right?” I spit between gritted teeth.

Pissed off was not even close to what I was feeling. Valerie was mine. I won her over; that's as simple as I can get. She was mine to protect against everyone and anyone - even the ones from her past that treated her unfairly.

Fred nodded, and sighed, eye contact breaking away from me. His eyes wandered somewhere, then back to looking at me.

“If there was a way to tell you that was simple you know, as well as anyone else I would have in a heartbeat. The board told me over the phone yesterday morning. Apparently there have been some changes along with this case as well. Which is why I invited you out to brunch with me.”

“You could have told me at the office, you know.” I grumbled at him, taking another drink. Fred shrugged.

“If I did, you would have gone to his office, and beat the shit out of him. Am I correct?” 

I didn't reply. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. Andrew. Of all fucking people to be there and attend, it had to be him. 

“And what do you expect me to do about her? She would like to be there when the time comes, you know. What else can we do so he doesn't come near her and make me wanna commit a crime in the courtroom? ” I hiked my thumb over the shoulder towards the bathrooms, and Fred chuckled while taking another swig.

The silence was all I needed to know. Sighing heavily, I stood, buttoning my jacket looking down at Fred.

“Order my usual, get her a burger and fries. I’ll be back.” Spinning my heel, I took off to the bathrooms in search of Valerie.

 

Rounding the corner of the restaurant, I caught Valerie walking out of the bathroom, and my chest felt heavy. Her eyes were glossed over, and filthy red from crying. Crumpling a tissue in her hand, she looked my way, and her shoulders tensed.

“Hey.” I walked over to her, and pulled her to my chest, her arms instantly going around my waist. I felt her relax beneath me, along with a sniffle. Rubbing her back, I leaned against the cool wall. Out of sight from others.

“I’m so sorry. I don't know what came over me.” Valerie said, her chin resting on my chest looking up at me. I wiped her cheek away from other tear residue, and shook my head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I didn't realize this was going to happen, nor did I even know he was going to be there, until we got here. According to Fred, he’d just found out last night. The board made some last minute changes. Are you alright?”

Valerie shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes, “Just something I was not expecting to hear today. It just caught me off guard.”

“If you don't want to stay here, we can go to my place, and I can make you something to eat instead.” I suggested. I grabbed her face and leaned down to her, looking in her eyes. 

“I also want you to partake and understand this. I am a man of my word, and I always keep my promises. I don't like childish behavior, it's a waste of time. I don't like playing games when it comes to what's mine. You are mine and mine only. No way in hell will I let someone disrespect you in front of me, or behind my back. He is and forever will be the least of your worries as long as you're with me and protected by me. I could care less about what anyone has to say about it. You are worth it. And I will bust my ass proving that to you day and night if I have too. Fuck Conover.”

“But I-”

I didn't let her finish, I crushed my lips to hers, feeling her kiss me back. I held her head between my hands, and put as much as I could into it. I could care less that we were in a restaurant. She needed reassurance and I planned on showing her every way that she was a woman worth risking it for.

Pulling away, she looked up at me, her cheeks red with embarrassment and pride.

“Just fuck me instead, yeah?” I grinned, and she scoffed, hitting my bicep. I just grinned wider and kissed her again. Sealing our conversation on a good note.

“Can we just go back to the table now? I'm starving.” Valerie asked. “Don't even say it, I know what you're thinking. And no, not in the bathroom. Maybe later.” 

“Of course. But before we go back, I do want to check in with you about the question I previously asked you a few days ago…”  My fingers intertwined with hers, as we slowly made out war out of the restroom entrance, onto the main floor.

“About moving in..” She trailed off, looking around the store floor, as if she was looking for a sign of importance. 

Just when I was about to get her attention she wanders off, behind and between oher racks of random gift store items. My hands found their way into my pockets going to search for Valerie. But she then came back, with a stuffed animal, a panda, holding some red  heart shaped thing in the middle of his paws. When she got closer, a smile grew across my lips, handing me the bear. I gladly took it, as the red heart in the middle, stitched in cursive, YES!

“There's your answer, Mr. Montoya.” She purred, biting her lip. “Is that too cheesy for you?”

I chuckled and pulled her to me, kissing her gently, “Now I don't like games, but this prize is the best, other than what I already have. Which is you. Now, let's go eat.”

Valerie

 

The brunch went by like a breeze. Mostly because I was hardly listening, and still focused on the fact that Andrew would be in the same courtroom as Damien and I. It was surprising to hear that come from Uncle Fred, and yet, I still don't get why Fred was unable to tell Damien as soon as he heard the news himself. After all of this time of maturing and exploring, I would be in the same room as someone who made me feel like the most worthless person in the world; and then again, I will be in the same room as someone who makes me feel like I am worth every second of every day.

Damien had noticed my behavior and cut the brunch short, I had hardly touched my food. I was lost in my own thoughts when I felt Damien place his hand on my thigh.

“You know you can talk to me, V.” He murmured, as the car slowed to a stop light. I felt his gaze shift over to me, his eyes scanning every inch of me. 

Nodding my head, I looked over at him, “I know, that. I’m just reminiscing about everything.”

“By everything you mean  brunch or the fact my cock was in your mouth before we left?” He grinned and chuckled. I hit his chest, and raised his hands in defense.

“Brunch, obviously. It was nice, but tense.”

There was a moment of silence. Damien’s eyes filled with concern and understanding, but somewhat confused.

“Val, you know I care for you, and I always will. However, I am a little confused on why it's a lot. Andrew Conover was a thing of the past, and should be the least of your worries when you are with me.”

I winced when Damien said his name.

“I know, and I appreciate you being here for me. It's just been something new compared to what I am used to.” picking at the hem of my shirt, my heart hammering in my chest. 

“Then talk to me, baby. We have a drive, so let's settle some ground work.” Damien worded slowly. He kept looking back and forth between me and the road. Damien was a man, and it was different. In an absolutely mouth watering positive way.

“I'm not trying to burden you with my damaged mind.” I huffed.

“Valerie Marie, you’re living with me now. I want to know what goes on in your head especially because everything you’re doing right now is telling me otherwise. You’re uncountable and I want to know why. I'm a lawyer, I can see these things.” He  shrugged. I scoffed again, rolling my eyes, tears stinging my eyes. I blinked them away.

“Come on, baby girl, it's just me. What’s bothering you so much?” Damned pushed softly.

The light ahead shifted from yellow to red, as Damien pressed against the brake, rolling the car to a stop. His eyes then focused on me, his thumb rubbing gently on my thigh.

I sighed, and looked at him, “My problem was that I figured I wouldn't see him again, ever. That night when I left his house, I was only ten minutes outside of his neighborhood when I broke down. I cried for an endless amount of time. It was a hard break up, and something that I never thought I would have to do. Standing my ground and not having anymore bullshit. Andrew didn't love the person  I was trying to become. He did not want any part of it. I wanted things that he didn't, and it was always his way or fuck off. He was controlling and manipulative. It destroyed me for a long time.

“Being free to make my own choices, and wear what I want around whoever, is a fucking huge step for me. It's a lot to take in all at once. Then suddenly as soon as I’m comfortable, old shit comes up and tries to ruin it for me. But, I know things are turning around for me, and I’m starting to realize that. But now? My head is the most clear it has ever been. And then you came along and rescued me, and took me in with no problem. I mean, am I crazy for wanting to be valued?”

“No. Absolutely not. I know where you are going with this, and the answer is still no. You are not a problem to me. You are not a burden, you are not an object just taking up space. I do feel for you, Val. I do. And I’m proud of you for sticking up for yourself. You are your own woman, you always have been free to make your own choices. I don't have any say unless you want me to have an opinion. It's your life, I am just a part of it to make you happier.

“But, you just have to make this stick in that brain of yours; you are everything to me. Don't ever feel like you have to ask me for anything. Valerie, I am devotedly yours, until you tell me to go. I will. But until then, you have nothing to ever overthink or worry about with me. That's an oath I am willing to take to the grave.”

When he looked at me, Damiens eyes were soft, and genuine, but his voice was raw and deep. He meant every word, and I could feel it everywhere inside and out. I didn't reply to him, I kept my eye contact instead. Somehow searching for some sign that he was lying.

Damien wasn’t. Leaning forward, I planted my lips onto his, feeling the warmth of his lips on mine. Damien was right. Andrew was a thing of the past, and I needed to let go. Damien was here with me. No one else mattered.

His tongue licked across my bottom lip, as I opened wider, letting him in. Dancing in the heat of the moment, I never wanted it to end. My breathing picked up, as his hand guided its way up my thigh, undoing the button of my pants. 

Before it could go deeper than just a kiss, a car honked their horn behind us, signaling the light was green. Breaking contact I looked at the light, and sure enough, it was. Damein then laced his fingers in mine, and eased his foot on the gas, rolling the car forward to his home a few miles up the road.

“Fuck, Val. You drive me insane.” Damien growled, rubbing his stubble on his chin. Damien shifted in his seat, adjusting. A light went off in my head. I grinned, crossing my legs, leaning over to him 

“You poor thing, Damien.” I purred, shifting my face to innocence.

Damien glanced over at me, his jaw working slightly. Damien roared the car to life, stepping more on the accelerator, the speedometer going up over 55MPH.

“Dont.” Damien growled at me.

“Don't what?” I blinked, completely oblivious. “I don't know whatever you mean, Damien.” My hand slowly crept over to his crotch where his throbbing sock proudly sat. 

Damien breathed in sharply, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. 

“Valerie…” Damein grunted, eyeing me carefully. 

My fingers just centimeters away from his cock. I bit my lip, leaning into him, my lips kissing behind his ear gently, earning a deep groan from him. My hand had just gripped onto his cock, as he hissed, turning a corner, hard and fast. I leaned into him more, my hand robbing along with his cock. We made it to our destination. The engine was turned off within one swift movement, Damine was out of the driver seat rounding the front end of the car, opening my door. My legs crossed, thighs clenching hard around my heat. Seeing Damien come undone during the drive was intense and hot at the same time.

Stepping out of the car, I looked up and around his house, taking in everything. There were a couple of hanging baskets with multiple shades of red and purple flowers, dotted everywhere on them. His grass was well kept, everything was neat. As if he was showing it off for an auction.

“Now don't get too comfortable standing here, love. You still have to finish what you started. What do you think of your new home?” Damiend breathed, pulling me into him, his cock brushing against my ass. I decided it would be fun to tease this as long as I could. Leaning onto him, I ground into him, causing him to press himself harder into me. I bit my lip, suppressing a grin. Damien groaned softly connecting his lips to my neck, the warmth of him on my caused me to get warm as well.

“All in due time, Damien. Besides, I have you all to myself for the next two days, remember?” I leaned to the side, looking up at him, seeing his eyes dark over, growing a deep navy blue.

“Val-”

“Ah ah ah. Where are you manners? Show me around.” I pushed my butt into his again, releasing myself from his arms. Taking a glace to his crotch, his dick imprinting proudly onto his pants. Adjusting so, Damien cleared his throat, grabbing my hand leading me into his home.

Our home.

“Later.” He growled. His hand fondled with his keys, unlocking the deep brown wooden door with ease. 

His fingers laced through mine, pulling me in, and to the back of his home. It was a one story, but it was beautifully decorated on the inside. Big massive pieces of art dotted here and there along the walls, a long deep red carpet leading to the kitchen. The floors were a dark brown, the walls, a lighter shade of gray. Everything flowed together, I didn't have time to acknowledge it all before I was being pulled into a room, along with the sound of a door slamming shut.

“Love.” Damien breathed, kicking off his dress shoes, looking at me. The vein in the side of his neck was way too clear. “As much as you want to be shown around, I want to show you where I want you. Now, undress yourself.” His index finger pointing to his bed. My insides swimming and humming in pleasure.

“Yes, Damien.” I obliged, reaching for the hem of my shirt, but Damein beat me to it, grabbing my hands, cuffing my right wrist, locking it securely. I gasped at the cool metal on my wrists. I looked up at him, and there was a massive grin plastered on his face.

“I’ve told you once before, however I am no longer going to repeat myself. From this point I will ask your consent to everything we do, and make sure you are comfortable with it. Sex is wonderful in every way imaginable, especially with someone you love and adore. I want to punish you, for calling me the indirect name every single time I remind you what it is. So, I guess I have to fuck it into you, to make you understand.” 

Before I could reply, his hands gripped and ripped my shirt, causing the buttons to go flying around the room, exposing my chest to him. A groan came from the back of his throat, as he undid his belt buckle with one hand, dropping his pants. His hands then reached for mine, unbuttoning, and swiftly pulling down my zipper, causing my breathing to hitch in my throat.

“Sit.” he ordered, and I followed his command, swallowing hard. My eyes never leaving his. Damien slowly kneeled in front of me,  my legs parting for him to kneel between. Damien started undoing his shirt one button at a time. My eyes darted to his fingers, then back to his own. I swallowed again, my center inevitably hot and wet with desire. This was the side of Damien I was hoping to meet, secretly. Be his unconditional lover in public, but his submissive little whore in private. My arms grazed in goosebumps, causing me to whimper. His hands reached for the top of my jeans, pulling slightly, his nose centimeters away from mine. His lips swollen from the kiss, cheeks pink from desire. 

“Do I have your permission to fuck you sore?” Damien asked. His eyes searched for mine.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded slowly, my body humming in amusemnet.

Smiling slowly, Damien pulled off my jeans, showing off my black laced thong, he sighed, his eyes hooded.

“Matching. You just knew, hm? Such a good girl. For that you will get rewarded. But today, you’ve been bad. So I must punish you.” Damein growled. 

“Yes sir.” I squeaked. Domaine grinned, and stood, removing his pants. He walked over to his dresser and grabbed another set of cuffs, and something else was in his had, but it was too small for me to see what it was. 

Damned walked over to the bedside, and cuffed what looked like a loop on his bed pole.

“Lay down in the middle, on your back, princess.” Damien instructed. “When I tell you to do something, you always reply to me ‘yes sir.’ Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir.” The other cuff on my wrist dangled, clanking together. I sat in the middle of the bed, lying on my back like Damien told me. I gasped and I looked over at him.

He had mirrors on his ceiling. He chuckled, and clamped the cuff onto my left wrist.

“You get good views from those.” Damien commented, cuffing my right wrist. He looked down at me, palming his cock. My eyes darted down and watched him. He leaned against the wall, continuing to rub his cock through his boxers. “You look so fucking hot cuffed to my bed, Val.”

“Thank you, sir.” I purred to him, as he groaned. Dmaiend made his way to the edge of my bed, by my feet, slowly crawling his way over me. He still had something in his hand, it was balled up. I kept looking over to his hand and then back to him.

“What is that, dam-”

Fuck.

“Thats not my fucking name.” Damien growled, he then revealed a thick red pill looking thing, with a knob at the end. There was a button on the side and pushed it with his thumb, the toy vibrating to life. 

My eyes went wide. A vibrator.

Before I knew what was happening, Damien pushed it onto my core, and I gasped, pulling at my cuffs, hearing Damien  chuckle. My back began to arch into him, as he moved the toy in circles on my pussy, making me moan out, my eyes closed slowly, the feeling exotic. His movements got faster, his lips making their way to mine, kissing me hungrily, his body moving its way between my legs. Moaning against his lips, my breathing got heavier, my moans were getting louder. 

His body sat perfectly between my legs as the vibrator worked its magic, my breathing so heavy I pulled away from the kiss, his lips connecting to my neck, biting and sucking. My hands were pulling against the cuffs, making them rattle against the hooks. Damien moaned in my ear, rolling his hips as if the was fucking me.

I gasped and moaned with him in sync. My body becomes hot with pleasure. It felt too good. My panties surely soaked through, I was getting closer already. The vibrations of the toy was sending me to another dimension. My hips began bucking into his hand, and Damien chuckled, slowing his rhythm.

“Ah ah ah,” Damien purred, taking the toy away from my center, glistening with my juices. Damien’s tongue snake out, licking the toy free of me. He groaned and liked his lips.

Tastes just like you, love. Sweet and savory.”

 I breathed heavily, bucking my hips, my hands pulling at the cuffs once again.

“B-but, it felt so good, sir.” I whined at him, swallowing. “I want to finish.”

“Just because you were close to coming doesn't mean shit. I’m not done with you yet.” Damien spat. He turned off the toy, placing it next to me, grabbing my throat in his hand, gently but firmly. I bit my lip, moaning softly. 

“I love it when your hands are on me, sir.” I submitted. I looked at him, then his lips, leaning forward, kissing him. He kissed me back hungrily, his tongue slipping into my mouth dancing every inch. His other hand wandered down to my pussy, pushing my panting to the side, inserting a finger. Breaking the kiss, I gasped, looking up at the ceiling, seeing myself.

I was his, every part of me was under his spell.

“Keep your eyes open, princess. I want you to watch yourself get finger fucked like the whore you are. You’re so fucking wet for me, too. Jesus, I can't wait to destroy this.” Damien growled. His finger worked slowly inside of me, feeling every part of me, wet and warm, Damien hissed.

“I am all yours, sir.” I moaned, looking up to the mirror. Damien pushed his finger deeper into me, making my breathing deepen.

I bucked my hips into his hand, watching myself in the mirrors. His fingers worked faster into me, causing my eyes to flutter.

“No no, princess. Keep them open. Watch how much of a good girl you are for me. Fucking yorself on my fingers, doing what I say.” Damien moaned in my ear, causing my walls to clench around his fingers.

“It feels so good, sir.” I moaned, looking over at him. He planted his lips to mine, working his hand faster, his other grabbing the vibrator, pressing it to my clit, making me gasp against him.

“That’s right princess, you fucking like that shit dont you? God you’re so fucking hot. Look at you, coming undone for me.” Damien growled, rubbing the vibrator faster against me, making me moan louder, my back arching, coming close to my high again.

“I love how you make me feel, Dam - Fuck, sir.” Moaning in agony, I said the wrong name, only to be interrupted by him leaving my center, growling. Undoing one of my cuffs, Damien rolled me over, placing the cuff back on the right pole. Damned adjusted me, my ass in the air, my chest on a pillow tucked under me. Damien sighed, rubbing my ass cheek with his hand. There was a breeze, then a hard smack on my ass, causing me to jump, my face going tino the bed. I heard Damien groan. Looking over my shoulder, I watched him drop his underwear, his cock damn ear three times the size. 

Damien then got on the bed, sitting behind me, rubbing on my ass, smacking here and there. The pain radiated into my pussy, I moaned when he hit my cheek again.

I was vulnerable to him, and was prepared for what was in store.

Damien

 

“Holy shit.” I breathed, slapping her ass one more time. She jumped from the smack, but pushed her ass right back into the air.  I shook my head smiling wide.

“Princess, you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in this bed.” I breathed at her, kissing her now red ass chek. Valerie wincer underneath my touch, and it aroused me more than I already was.

“Thank you, sir.” She croaked out. Her breathing ragged from the pleasure and pain inflicted. I loved every moment with her under my control.

“That’s my good girl. Now as I mentioned, you would be rewarded if you showed good behavior. And since you are showing cooperation..” I stood off the bed, my cock standing proud and tall, throbbing in agony, to be pleasured. 

Looking down at her, her hair was matted to her face red from sweat and exhaustion. I moved it out of her eye of sight, pulling her head towards me. Planting a kiss on her lips, I stroked my cock slowly, pre-come gathering over the tip, drooping over to the floor. Pulling away from her lips, I grabbed the key, unlocking the cuffs setting her free. Her wristed slightly red from being rubbed raw, but it only turned me on even more. Seeing her like this, doing everything I told her, she drove me wild.

Laying on the bed, I shifted her over my lap, purposely grazing my cock, hearing her whimper out, feeling the head brush her core. 

“Like something you see?” I asked her, smirking, rubbing her thighs.

“Yes, sir. That massive dick of yours.” She replied instantly. 

“Where do you want it? Tell me, baby where do you want my cock to be buried?” I demanded, stroking it while she sat on my thighs. Her eyes never left my cock. I tapped her cheek, snapping her out of it, to look down at me.

“Inside of me, sir.” she bit her lip, her eyes damn near black. I groaned and stroked a little more. 

“All in due time, princess.” Collecting the pre-come on my finger, I held it to her mouth.

“Open.”

Valerie did as she was told, and I slipped my finger in her mouth, her tongue swirled around my finger, hollowing out her cheeks. Groaning out, I pulled my finger from her lips, I traced my finger over her nipples, as she hissed at the coolness.

I desperately wanted to be inside of her, and she wanted it too, but there wer other things that needed to be done, before I would fuck her into oblivion. I looked up at her, and I sighed at the perfect sight above me. Her body kissed everywhere in sweat, small love bites  I created on her neck and collarbone, marking what was mine. Grabbing her breasts, kneading them. Valerie's head tilted back, looking up into the mirrors on the ceiling, moaning. Every little touch setting her off.

“Open your eyes, princess. Look at yourself up there.” I raised my chin to the mirrors above, and watched her eyes flutter open, her hips rolling swiftly on my cock, making me hiss.

“What am I looking at, sir?” She asked, moaning softly.

“Look at what a beautiful fucking woman you are. What you have done to me. Look at my cock up there. It's rock fucking solid for you. Always is for you. Always wanting to be buried inside of you. You are so gorgeous sitting on my lap like this. My perfect little whore. You may be a whore for me in this room, but you are the most perfect woman to be in this room with me, love.” I leaned up, kissing each breast, before grabbing the back of her head, leaning forward kissing her lips once again. Her hips kept rolling on my lap, grinding into my cock, trying to get some relief. Valerie moaned against my mouth, as she pulled away, her fingers trapped in my hair. 

Releasing her hands, her nails dragged across my cheeks, down to where I placed them on my chest, slowly pulling her body closer to my face.

“Scoot up closer to me, princess. I want you to ride my face.” Valerie gasped, her lower lip getting captured between her teeth as she looked back down at me. I pat my chest, watching her slowly make her way closer to my face. I watched her closely, her hands grabbing the headboard for support.

“A-are you sure, sir?” She whispered down to me. I chuckled and caressed her cheek, her head leaning into my hand, our eyes connected.

“Of course, love. Don't be afraid to try new things. Now come here. Let me taste you.”  I ordered.

As she was instructed, she hovered over my face, her pussy glistening. Licking my lips, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her down to me, hearing her intake a sharp breath, moaning.

I kissed her folds gently, making her squirm on top of me, I blew breath making her whimper, chuckling.

“Please, sir.” Valerie begged, her legs widening over my head. I looked up at her, raising my eyebrows, her nipples high and erect, cheeks lined with redness.

“Please what, love? Use your words.” I kissed her pussy again, making her gasp.

“Please let me ride your face. Please let me feel you, any part of you inside of me. I don't know how much more I can take from this.” Valerie purred. Her hands were placed on the head board, looking down at me. “I wish to request my release, sir.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.” I shoved my face into her folds, licking them clean before pushing my tongue inside of her.

Valerie cried out, her nails digging into the board. Her eyes shut, as she ground herself into my face. Groaning, I licked up her juices, bringing me the satisfaction of tasting her. She was mine, it was time I marked her as so. Moaning against her pussy, she moaned along with me, rolling her hips along my face, breathing heavily. Valerie grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing and toying with her nipple. My tongue worked its way as deep as I could get. Wiggling, stroking and thrusting inside her sweet pussy was like diving into a freshly baked cookie with a gooey middle. Sweet and savory. I could have her sit there all night.

As I watched her use my face, I watched her facial expressions when I would flick my tongue a certain way. Or when it would wiggle in her pussy her moans would radiate off the walls into my ears. How she was concentrating on my movements and what I was doing to her sweet pussy. Her eyebrows came together, hair creating a fan around her face, almost making her invisible to me. Her core was like candy to me, I couldn't get enough of her. 

Valerie started rolling her hips more frequently on my face. I pushed a finger inside of her pussy then, adding another, moving my mouth to her clit sucking and flicking the swollen nub with my tongue. Her hips rolled faster against my face, pure ecstasy coming from within her.

“Fuck, sir. I'm so close already!” Valerie cried, rolling her hips faster on my face. I let her go, rolling us over on the bed, pulling her to the middle of it. Her breath heavy, her face confused, she whined.

“Relax, baby. You’re getting your fill. I just wanted to taste you. I never got the chance to get dessert at the resturant.” Pecking her lips, I lied myself between her legs, looking down at her.

“Sir, please.” Valerie begged again, her legs instantly wrapping around me. Taking one of them, I placed it over my shoulder, my eyes never leaving hers. She swallowed, hard.

“You will be alright, princess, I promise. This is new, yes, but I’ve got you.” Aligning my cock at her core, I grinned.

“There's one more thing I want you to do for me, princess.”

“Anything, sir.” She cooed bucking her hips.

“Tell me you’re mine and mine only. You are my good girl. When we come in here, you will obey me. You will do what I say, you will be stripped of all clothing. Say those words, and I will fuck you endlessly. Say it, princess. Submit yourself to me.” I demanded. Kissing her neck, I grazed the head of my cock against her folds, making her moan into the room. My thumb grazed her bottom lip, tugging gently. Kissing the pad, she looked up at me.

“I’m yours, sir. I am unconditionally all yours. I am your little whore in this room. I will obey you, and do as you say, sir. Please, fuck me wild.” 

Blinking, I grinned the widest I have. Kissing her lips I eased myself in slowly.

 “I love you, princess.” 

“I love you, sir.” 

With that, I shoved the rest myself into her, making her gasp, craning her neck into the pillow. Her walls stretched the best they could around me. 

“Oh god, yes.” Valerie moaned. Her hands instantly went to my back. 

“That's my girl. So fucking wet and warm. And all for me.” I pulled all the way out slowly, raming myself back into her, grunting in arousal. Valerie moaned, her breasts bouncing everytime I thrust into her. She was my angel. 

“Oh, sir, you're so big, filling me up. I love having you inside of me. Please don't stop.” Valerie moaned. I loved hearing my name roll off her tongue. It was made for her and only her to speak. Just her voice alone was going to send me sooner than expected. I felt her walls clench, like she was going to fall over the edge any second, but I stayed still. Letting her feel my cock twitch deep inside. She bucked her hips against me.

“Ah ah ah, baby girl. Hang in there for me. We are going to finish together.” I grunted. Picking up my pace I thrusted into oher faster and deeper. 

Her left leg wrapped around my waist and her right over my shoulder. I leaned over and kissed her calf in every spot I could reach. Watching her become a mess underneath me. Her body is clinging sweat to the sheets, glistening with fire and desire. Valerie dug her nails into my shoulders, surely going to leave some trace of blood. I hissed feeling the pain, only driving me faster into her.

“T-the toy, sir.” She panted. Looking at me, I grabbed it from the table, turning it on full speed, trailing it down the middle of her body.

“Anything for you, princess. You are so perfect, love. I want you to soak the sheets for me, can you do that?” I asked between breaths. Getting sloppy I felt my cock twitch inside of her, getting closer to my high.

“Y-yes sir- oh god, I'm so close, I’m going to come sir!” Valerie's eyes fluttered closed, her nails dug into me deeper. The toy got to her clit and I rubbed circles into her, slowing my rhythm, still going deep for her. 

“That’s it, princess, I can feel you there. You have been such a good girl for me, here’s your reward. Let go baby, I'm right behind you. Come all over my cock.” I moaned to her. Our bodies slipping from sweat and dedication. Feeling her walls contract, Valerie's eyes shot open, removing her leg for my shoulder, wrapping around my waist as tight as she could.

Her hand gripped my bicep, the other pulling me down to her scratching the base of my neck. Being as close as possible riding it out. Her moans loud and proud possibly damaging my ear, but I didn't care. Valerie's pleasured screams were music to my ears. 

“Yes Damien, yes! I'm right there!” Valerie moaned to me. I rubbed the toy faster, my thrusts picking up. A few seconds later I felt the toy soaking wet, along with the top of my thighs.

Valerie for the first time, squirt for me.

For me.

For only me.

“Shit, baby you are so perfect. Fuck.” I grunted out one more thrust and shot myself inside her. 

I growled into the room, grabbing her throat, riding out my orgasm with her, the toy going over the bed edge. I shot my come into her pussy, slowing my rhythm as she continued moaning my name. We rode it out together, sending whatever energy we had left into and onto each other. Her legs loosening her grip on my waist, she was coming down slowly. Her nails dragged down my back, sending goosebumps into a frenzy over my arms.

We stayed connected for a few moments, nothing being said but the pants of our breathing filling the room.

“Holy hell.” Valerie spoke. I chuckled and slowly rolled off of her, taking her wrists in my hands, inspecting the damage.

“Yes, I agree.” I kissed her wrists gently, looking down at her. “You may or may not be sore after this, I can't guarantee if you won't be. But if it's too much, I have epsom salt and bath bombs stored away for you, in case you would like to soak.” I blinked at her, as her eyes scanned me, hooded from exhaustion.

“Thank you. I enjoyed that. I didn't realize that you had this room. Or that type of stamina to do… that.” She blushed, her eyes looking up at me.

“Speak for yourself, love. You wet the bed.” I grinned. Her eyes went wide, looking down at the sheets, her face going red as a tomato.

“Oh my god.” She covered her face with the sheets and turned away from me, but I rolled her onto her back.

“No, love. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve watched you do when I’m inside of you. Don't be ashamed of it either, you were rewarded for being good for me, remember? Besides, the sheets can be washed. Speaking of washing, let's get you into the tub in my bathroom-”

“Wait wait wait. Hang on. This isn't your room?” She asked, sitting up quickly wincing. My heart broke seeing her wince, the care in me grew for her more. I shook my head, picking her up in my arms carefully.

“No love, this is my Lust Layer.” I commented. Squatting with her in my arms, I grabbed my boxers, unlocking the door with ease. She was full in every curve she had and yet, she was so light.

“Damien, a fucking lust room?!” She squealed. I shrugged a goofy grin plastered, continuing down the hall into my room.

“Correction, it's a layer. When you have finances, you make your house your own. Now, since you will be here permanently, you are more than welcome to make any room or everywhere of the house yours. I don't care what you buy, or where you put it. If it makes you comfortable, do it.” Walking into the bathroom, I sat her on the toilet, starting the water for her. I slipped on my boxers, only to catch her hand in the midst of it.

“Join me, when it gets ready.” She eyed me through her lashes, the sheet falling from her shoulder, exposing her breast to me. Glancing down, back to her face, I nodded simply, sitting on the edge of the tub, letting the water gather. 

I grabbed the container of epsom salt, sprinkling some in the tub, along with lavender scented oils, with mint.

“You sure know what to use here, hm?” She asked, looking around. I nodded slowly, eyeing her.

“I've seen what you keep in your bathroom, and re-stocked on toiletry items for you. Some others have used the same.”

There was a beat. She blinked, tilting her head to the side, “Others?”

I grabbed her hand, and kissed her knuckles, “Yes love, I've had my share of others in that room, but that was ages ago. I only stick to one person, and you are surely it for me, Valerie. You have me hooked. You are the only one that is allowed inside that place and my bed as well.

She breathed out slowly, looking back at me, “Well, that makes me feel better. Although I feel like I was just a part of a 50 Shades of Grey movie scene.”

I turned off the water, laughing at her comment. Helping her up slowly,  I let her get in the tub first, before I followed suit, dropping my boxers.

“Oh that feels so good.” She moaned, slipping slowly beneath the bathwater, her muscles relaxing instantly. Sitting behind her, she leaned into me, between my legs. My arms wrapped around her, kissing her head.

“It does feel good finally having you here with me, Val. It truly, truly does.”

Valerie

 

Before Damien or I knew it, it was Friday, the day of the trial. It was finally here, and he couldn't be more ecstatic about it. Damien was up at 7AM, and had to be just right. I was lying in bed, watching him in the bathroom. Damien has fucked me sore the last couple of days, and my elgs didn't feel like my legs anymore. I could hear the shower running and pictured this man rubbing soap all over his body, rinsing himself free of sweat and among other things from the last couple of days.

It went by like the blink of an eye. Outside of the steamy sex, we enjoyed each other's company; making dinner, starting to get used to each other’s daily routines, and my most favorite - making dinner. Damien actually gave me a tour of - our home, and where everything was. It took me only a few hours to memorize everything.

My hearing picked up the shower faucet being turned off, and seeing Damien emerge from the bathroom. My thighs clenched together, taking in the sight of him. A towel draped around his waist,  another being used for his hair. Water droplets slowly rolled down his shoulders and down his torso. Hot, tanned, toned and wicked smart in law. I eyed his boy closely, admiring the view before me. Tattoos sprawled everywhere along his arms, down his rubs and his back. However when Dmaien wore a suit, nothing was visible. It was like Daminen was a different person.

“Like something you’re looking at?” Damien called out, snapping me from my thoughts. His lips danced with cockiness as a grain spread across them. 

Damien stalked over to me, as I leaned on my elbow, pulling the sheets to my chest. I glanced at the cock print showing through his towel. I shrugged.

“I’ve seen better.” I replied.

“Better?” Damien’s eyebrows raised, his chin lowered, sitting on the bed next to me. “What could possibly be better than me in a towel, fresh out of the shower?”

I bit my lip, Damien’s eye dropping to my mouth and back to mine. He shook his head, standing, walking into his closet.

“Thought so.” Too much pride in his comment, I rolled my eyes, sitting slowly wrapping the sheet around me.

“Save any hot water for me?” I asked, grabbing myself a towel. Following suit I walked into the closet finding Damien with his dress pants on, unbuttoned and still no shirt. 

Somehow, this man always knew how to get my slides going without even trying. My thighs clenched together before I snapped out of it, eyeing my clothes pile in the corner. Bending over I started to dig through them before finding a somewhat decent courtroom attire.

“Don't worry when this is all over I will take you shopping and we can fill your side of the closet.” Damien spoke, reading my mind. I looked up at him, shaking my head.

“Damien, I have clothes at my place. What would I need new ones for?”

He shrugged on his shirt, eyeing me, “To have? What other reason? Why not have a new start, and new clothing to go with it.”

My mouth opened to say something, but quickly shut. Standing with my clothes and towel in hand, I spun to the bathroom, hearing Damien chuckle. Turning on the shower water to my liking I dropped the sheet, creating a pool at my feet. I stepped into the shower letting the water fall over my face, into my hair.

My muscles screamed in pleasure, water hitting each groove of the joint and muscle. My fingers grabbed the soap and scrub, working my way through each spot delicately. My body has been through some sexual desires times the last couple of weeks. Got to get used to it, but also used to self care after.

I began working shampoo into my scalp when I heard someone clear their throat. I opened one eye turning towards the door, seeing Damien fully dressed leaning against the door frame. His tie loose but around his neck, making him look like he had a rough night out. I could smell cologne and aftershave, it made my mouth water.

“Yes?” I called, raising my hair.

“We can always save water by showering with me.” Damien replied, his hands going into his pockets, watching as the soap ran down my body.

“Valid, but it would always result in a fuck with you.” I commented. 

“Fair. However, it doesn't always have to be like that with me. I can wash spots that are hard for you to reach.” Damien argued. I cackled a laugh, the sound echoing off the walls. With the soap out of my hair, I looked over at him, shaking my head.

“You’re a terrible man, Damien. Always so confident and irresistible,” I gushed, lathering conditioner through my hair. Damien took a seat on the toilet revealing a black box on his lap.

“Confident, yes. Irresistible? Always.” His fingers tapped the tops of the box, I craned my neck over the steam along the shower walls to see.

“What is that?”

“It's a gift for you. Thought you might want to wear it when you were out of the shower instead of the things you brought.” Damien explained. “I will set it on the bed for you. I'm going to make some coffee and breakfast before we head out. Do you think you will be done in time to leave in say, 45 minutes?”

My mouth went to open again, but it clamped shut, and I nodded, shutting off the water. Grabbing my towel, I whipped my face, and connected my eyes with him again.

“You didn't need to get me anything, Damien, I have clothes.” Wrapping the towel around my body I padded into the bedroom, by shoulder brushing past him. His hand went to my ass, gripping slightly and I jumped from the touch, to whip around to him.

“I know I don't need too. I want to, cause you deserve it, and nothing less. Now, get dried off and dressed, I want to see how everything looks.” Damien tossed my towel in the corner of the room, leaving me alone in the room, hearing nothing but the echo of his footsteps to the kitchen.

 

* * * * * 

Looking at myself in the full length mirror, I shook my head. There was no way Damien needed to do this for me. It was just business attire, but the way it shaped me, made me look more like a woman than I ever thought I could be. Inside the box was a black pencil skirt, with a slit going up the side of my thigh, giving a hint of what's to offer. The blouse was a shade of navy blue, silk, and a deep v neck, along with a black blazer to go along with it. A pair of matching black heels, red bottoms, and a set of crystal earrings and necklace to match. I had done my hair in light curls, and a dab of makeup to give my skin some life. Couple of swipes of mascara, some concealer under my eyes and a dab of eye shadow did the trick just fine.

I looked myself up and down more than I could count, in disbelief the reflection was really me. Leaning forward, I touched up my make up once more, before intaking a deep breath. Smoothing out my skirt, I squirted perfume on my chest, and breathed out. I slipped into the heels with ease, fitting my feet perfectly. Swallowing hard, I nodded to myself, grabbing my phone and walking down the staircase, trying not to fall.

Reaching the bottom, I walked slowly down the hallway into the kitchen, the click of my heels dancing along the walls. The room brightened up, and there Damien sat, on his phone, hunched over a bowl of fruit, and scraps of toast and eggs left on a plate.

“Are you finished with this?” I asked, walking over grabbing his plate. Before I could get it off the table, his hand caught my wrist, making me drop the plate with a clank. 

“Valerie.” Damien ordered. His voice was raspy. I swallowed and looked into his eyes. A glisten of joy peaked out when our eyes connected.

“You look absolutely fucking beautiful, my love. Breathtaking. If I had my way, I would make them wait on me, and have a private call with you in my office.” He murmured to me, pulling me onto his lap. I felt my cheeks get hot as I crossed my legs, leaning into his chest. 

I planted my lips on his, a way of saying thank you, without saying anything. Pulling away, Damien draped his arm over my thigh, his thumb rubbing circles in my thigh. Damien kissed me back, happily. His lips tasted of eggs and citrus fruit, it made my stomach churn for food.

“Are you nervous about the hearing? After all this time you get to present yourself to a jury and the family of those women.” I blinked, searching his face for an answer. But he shook his head.

“A little, but it's nothing I can't handle. I’ve been doing this for years. I want to end this today. They deserve it more than anything. And having you there behind me makes all of this worth it.” 

“As do you. You’ve worked hard on this case for who knows how long. You owe it to yourself. I don't think I’ve seen someone in my life work as hard as you.” I gushed to him. Damien grinned, tapping my ass.

“I appreciate that, love thank you. I should also mention you can't take anything into the courtroom with you, so you will have to leave your phone and purse in my office. It’ll of course be locked, so don't worry about anyone getting in. You will sit on the same side as me, a few rows back. I thought you would be okay with that so Conover doesn't see you.”

I shuddered hearing his last name, but quickly discarded the feeling. He was a thing of the past, and I was letting go.

“Okay, I understand. How long will this take, do you think?” I asked him. Damien thought for a moment before he spoke.

“It depends on the evidence we have, and what they have to back it up. Sometimes it takes an hour, sometimes it takes a handful - 3 to 6 or so. We do get a recess, and that lasts an hour. So the Jury and Judge are able to take a break. Along with us. Speaking of, would you like anything to eat before we go? We do have a break room, but once you are in the courtroom, it's not really ideal to leave at any given time.”

I collected the information Damien gave, and weighed it out in my head. I was obviously hungry, so I scooted off his lap, grabbed some grapes, a granola bar and cut up a banana. Pouring myself a togo cup of coffee, adding my likings of creamer and a dash of sugar, I spun around to him, taking a sip of my coffee.

“I can eat on the way there. I will be alright with this.” I held up everything and Damien eyed the contents, his eyes narrowing once they connected with mine.

“You need to eat more than that, Val.” Damien sighed standing, dishes in hand. Scraping crumbs into the trash, he said his plate and fork into the dishwasher.

“I will, during recess. Right now, we have a court trial to get too.” I looked at the time and it was almost 8am. Court was at 9am sharp, and Damien needed to get there early to talk with the family.

Groaning, he looked at the time, and Damien grabbed a muffin off the counter, holding it up to me then sitting it on top of my fruit bowl.

“Just because you have fruit doesn't mean it will keep you full. I love it when my girl is full and content. So you will eat this on the way as well. After we get there I will show you where to go, I wrap up with the family and Fred. Understood?” Damien eyebrows rose slightly, as the car door was unlocked. 

Huffing, I got into the car, sticking my ass out purposefully, “Yes, sir.” I teased, popping a grape into my mouth. Damie’s posture stiffened, but all I could do was wink at him closing the car door.

 

* * * * * * 

 

“Arms out, miss.” A security man said. I placed my phone and purse in a bin, along with Dameins items, watching them go through a conveyor belt. Standing to the side, I spread my arms out, watching the security guard guide a scanning stick along my arms, chest and legs. Looking over at Damien his eyes were spitting daggers at the guard, watching his every move. The guard stood straight and guided me through the sensors, over to Damien. He handed me my purse and phone, his hand sliding its way down my back, escorting me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Damien give the security guard a scold look, his jaw working back and forth, clenching.

“Relax, D, he was doing his job.” I whispered to him as we walked down the hall. The walls and floors were lined with the same type of marble, pictures of all the Presidents, Houses with each individual that represented them, and Congressmen lined the walls as well. Perfectly spaced out apart evenly, a maintenance man was whipping them down blissfully with a long duster. Damien scoffed.

“Yes, well, any other man coming near my woman is a death wish they don't want to have.” Damien murmured. Walking over to an elevator, he pushed the up arrow, and we stood in silence. My heart was hammering in my chest, my hands started to get cold and clammy.  I was nervous. I didn't know what to expect out of this. How it was going to go. 

I had my hopes high for Damien to win this. He was going to win this case. I just know that he was.

“You alright, Val?” Damein called out, snapping me out of my trance. I looked over at him, his face filling with concern. 

“Yes. I’ve just.. I’ve never been a part of a courtroom before.” I stood straight, watching the numbers come down on the elevator 6…5 ….4..

“Wasn't the last time when we broke into that old hospital and I scared you so bad, someone called the cops cause they thought you were being murdered?” Damien snickered, eyeing the elevator.

I gasped, and hit him in the arm, Damien chuckled, his body slightly shaking in amusement.

“That was one time, and we were 14, D. You forced me to do it!” I exclaimed. 

“I don't recall.”

I scoffed, “I smell bullshit.” This time Damien was suppressing a laugh to come out. His hand came up to his mouth, rubbing his jawline looking over at me.  His brain is working trying to remember.

“Did I?”

“Yes, yes you did. You bet me $30 I wouldn't go in and last 10 minutes. It was creepy and there was trash everywhere. And for the record, it was 15 minutes we stayed before that happened. You should have never scared me to begin with. Never got sight of that money either. I should sue you.” My arms crossed over my chest, a smile dancing on my lips.

I knew what he was doing. Damien was trying to distract me from what I was really thinking, and he did it just fine.  At this point, Damien could read me like a book; there was no point in trying to keep it from him. It was great to know that Damien could tell when something was bothering me, wanting me to talk about it. It was refreshing to have someone who cared like Damien did. Damien nodded slowly, and pondered a thought in his head before it came out aloud. 

“True, you could sue, but I don't think that would work. Now you have me and I have you. However, at least now you can say you’ve had better than the $30.” Damiens lips danced sinister, twisting into a grin.

“What do you mean?”

The elevator doors dinged and we got inside. Once the doors closed, Damien entrapped me in his arms, hands on my waist, his body pressing against mine. One of his hands slid its way into my hair, knotting slightly, pulling my head back, exposing my neck. His lips kissed tenderly, my body freezing against his.

“Damien, please. We’re at your job.” I whispered, my face getting hot, along with other places. I gripped his bicep, but Damien squeezed me tighter.

“Don't you think it would be hot to have a quick one in the elevator before we started, hm?” Damien murmured against my skin. His lips kissed the spot below my ear sucking slightly, making me sigh, spreading my legs slightly the best I could in the skirt. 

“What if we get caught?” I hissed, looking up at him. He shrugged his shoulders, and reached down undoing his belt.

“That's the thrill.” His lips pecked mine, his cock getting hard against me. 

WIthout responding, I hiked my skirt up my thighs, revealing myself to him. Damien sighed in pleasure.

“No panites, love? You sneaky woman. And security scanned you?” Damien growled, picking me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. My breathing already heavy, I reached between us, grabbing his cock, aligning him at my center.

“Only for you, Montoya.” I purred, as the slipped inside of me with ease. I hissed, leaning my head back against the wall of the elevator.  Wasting no time, my teeth gripped my lower lip, as I worked my hips against him, feeling his cock slip in and out of me.

“Ah, fuck, Val you’re so fucking beautiful right now.  I needed to have you when you came into the kitchen all dressed up for me. Now look at you. Fucking my cock in my elevator. God you’re perfect.” Damien groaned in my ear. His thrusts got faster, making me inch closer. My hands gripped his hair, as I moaned his name, my high getting closer to me.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Damien.” I whimpered to him, my breathing heavy. Damiens smile stretched wide as he thrust deeper into me.

“Yeah, baby girl and it's all yours. Fucking take this cock and come all over it for me, like the good girl you are.” Damien whispered against my neck, his teeth grazed my collar bone, kissing tenderly. 

Damie’s thrusts were rough and quick, it made my skin crawl with excitement. My legs were screaming, but I didn't care. I wanted Damien and every inch of him possible in the moment. His tip rubbed inside me perfectly, and I gasped clenching his hair tightly.

“Oh, Damien that’s it.” I whispered to him, reaching and rubbing my clit. His thrusts got sloppy and soon Damine finished himself, letting go of everything he had. I was right behind him, my thighs gripping his waist as I rode myself out on him, pinned against the wall.

After coming down from an erotic high, Damien slipped himself out, setting me on the ground gently, kissing my lips, breathing heavily against one another. My legs felt like Jell-O. I quickly fixed my skirt as Damien fixed his pants and hair. And not a moment later, the elevator dinged, and the doors pulled open, revealing the floor of Damiens office, and courtroom. Thank god there was no one standing there, giving us extra time to smooth out our clothing.

 

“Ready, love?’ Damien winked at me. I rolled my eyes, and linked my arm in his, letting him guide me through another mess of hallways and greetings, before finally hitting his office. 

Looking at the time, Damien stiffened, and looked at me unlocking his office door. I walked in, Damien following me close behind, shutting the door. I placed my phone and purse in a leather chair near his desk, a pillow was tossed over it out of habit.

“The trial started in about 10 minutes. Leave your stuff here. The door automatically locks behind you. The courtroom is the same way we just came from, but take a right when you get to the elevators. I sadly can't go with you, I have to go meet Fred and the family before it begins.”

Damiens fingers laced with mine, bringing my knuckles to his lips, kissing each one of them tenderly. 

“I’m nervous now.” Damien breathed. Moving my hands I leaned up in my heels and kissed him hard, locking my arms behind his head. He kissed me back gracefully holding my face between his hands. I slowly pulled myself from him. My eyes still closed, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You can do this Damien Montoya. Bring that family justice and nothing but peace from here on out. I believe in you, and I love you. And I’m so fucking proud of you.” I murmured to him. I hugged him tightly, swallowing hard.

“I love you too, Val. I will see you there.” Pecking my lips once more, his body heat retreated from me, as he walked backwards, then spinning on his heel away from me out the door.

I watched him walk away, then disappear behind a corner. Breathing in, I exited Damiens office, the door locking securely behind me. I walked the direction Damien ordered; back to the elevators, swing right. Courtroom would be dead ahead. Coming down a small flight of stairs, I arrived at the elevators. Hearing his voice in my head, I made a right and sure enough the courtroom doors were open. Holding my head high, I was almost to the courtroom when I heard someone call out to me, making my heart drop.

“Valerie? Is that you?”

Slowing my walk, my breath hitched in my throat. There he stood. After all this time, Andrew was right here in the flesh. A grain plastered to his face, it made me sick. My gut filled with rage, and it spread like wildfire through me. My hands clenched into fists, wantingot act out. Remembering my surroundings, I let go, suppressed my anger, a bitter taste staying in my mouth.

“Andrew. I'm not surprised.” I replied through gritted teeth. I was ten feet from the courtroom, and Andrew caught me from going in. His posture was taller, slimmer, and stood way too close for my liking.

I took a half step back, only for him to inch forward. I sighed.

“What are you doing here? You look… really great by the way.” I wanted to spit. 

“Thank you. And I’m here with Damien’s party. He told me to wait in the courtroom for him.” I started, nodding my head to the doors. Andrew's eyes sliced through me, eyeing me up and down.

His eyebrow narrowed, “Damien?” 

I nodded, my chin held high, “Damien Montoya. The man representing the case, of course.” My mouth twitched, hiding away a smile desperately wanting to show. I watched Andrew’s body language go from cocky to tense.

“You…You’re seeing Montoya?” Andrew asked. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded slowly.

“That’s what I said. Now if you excuse me-” I pushed my way across the floor almost past him before he grabbed my arm, pulling me  back. 

“When did you start seeing him?” He asked me. My eyes flared, and all I could see was red. I stared at him, in disgust. I wanted to slap him, I wanted to call him every name of the book, but I didn't want to cause a scene. I needed to be a bigger person.

I ripped my arm free from him, the fury taking over.

“Get your fucking hands off of me. And who the hell do you think you are, trying to grab onto me like you own me? Last time I checked you kicked me out.” I spat at him. I hissed every word between my teeth, I wasn’t about to cause a scene, however my instincts were about to give two fucks less. 

With every ounce of energy I had, I hated this man in front of me. All I felt was rage, and pity, not for him but for myself into dating him for so long. My upper arm began to throb from the grip he  had on me. Hopefully it wouldn't be noticeable to Damien later. He would fucking explode.

“Seems to me it was pretty fast after we broke up. Couldn't go that long without someone else to crawl into bed with?”

I was baffled. Andrew hasn't changed a bit since I left. He was the same person, always will be. Doesn't give a shit about anyone else or anything. WIll always try to get his way no matter what the cause. It sickened me to know I was with him at one point in my life. What a stupid fucking mistake that was. 

Standing straighter, I fixed my blouse, clearing my throat.

“As I recall, that is none of your fucking business.” Without another word spoken, I pushed forward, into the courtroom, taking my seat on the third bench from the front. 

Leaning forward, I held my head to my head, my breathing erratic. Taking deep breaths I closed my eyes, calming myself down, as the room began to fill. Swallowing hard, I pulled myself together, quickly swiping under my eyes in case any tears leaked out. Clearing my throat slightly, I glanced around the room, watching the benches begin to fill with people.

A few moments later, the family were the last to enter. The mother and daughter hand in hand, tissues clamped in each other's hands. My heart ached for them. They have been through so much already, and a layer of a trial to ice the cake wasn't helping. A second later, Damien entered, Fred following close behind. My heart hammered in my chest seeing Damien again.

I wanted to run up to him and tell him what Andrew did. Andrew was out of line, touching me in any kind of way. He had no right, and will be dealt with. Just hoped Damien wasn't going to kill him. Unbuttoning his jacket, his eyes met mine, and I swear I saw him wink at me. My face blushed pink, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andrew watching me. His eyes boring into the side of my head, I ceased to know that he existed. Damien then sat next to the mother. She leaned onto the table, wiping away fresh tears.

Glancing over towards Andrews side, hardly anyone sat, except for some in the front and back of the room. The inmate was dressed in an orange jumpsuit, number GA-1492562 FEDERAL PRISON CO. INMATE stamped on the back. His head was shaved, and judging by some side profiles, he must not have been over 23 at the most.  

The Bailiff then walks in, along with the Jury, taking their seats. The Jury had a mix of younger, older, and well dressed individuals of different ethnic backgrounds. Some were dressed accordingly, some were in jeans and a dress top. Some were in sweatpants, even though I'm not even sure that was allowed. 

Last but not least the Judge came into the room, his black robe dragging behind him, glasses setting on the ridge of his nose.

“All rise!” The Bailiff bellowed out, and everyone stood. We watched the Judge, make his way to the stand, and slapped some field down, adjusting his glasses

“Please be seated. Thank you all for joining us today.” Judge Thomas stated taking a seat of his own.

Here we go.

Damien

 

“Please be seated. Thank you all for joining us today.” Judge Thomas stated, plopping down into his chair. Everyone including myself took their seats as well. My heart was hammering against my ribs, I could feel my heartbeat on every inch of my body. 

I was fucking nervous, only because I have waited patiently for a long time for this to come to an end. And the fact Valerie was here. She wanted me to shine. She wanted me to impress her, but this was about the family too. Not just myself getting the satisfaction. The family had been begging and pleading for this to be over, instead of giving them an unsure answer. I gave them everything that I could to protect them during this time. The mother, Corrine, dabbed her eyes with her already wet tissue, and held her head high. Not just for her, but her daughter sitting on the other side of her. 

It baffles my mind that someone - or a group - breaks into a woman's home, and beats them so badly it is almost hard to recognize them. It was sickening to think about. My heart twitched in pain, making me wince slightly. I kept my breathing steady, stone cold face, and ready to tear this fucking court room apart. 

Snapping me out of my thoughts, Judge Thomas cleared his throat, and looked over at me over his glasses.

“Are we prepared to give our opening statements today?” Thomas asked.

“We are, your honor.” I replied. Standing, I button my jacket, clearing my throat. Pushing a chair back slightly, I walked to the front of the room. All eyes on me, I swallowed, and swiped a glaze at everyone, Valerie included.

“Ladies, and gentleman of the jury, and courtroom. I thank you all for coming to support the decision today. Not only does my client deserve closure for her and her daughter, but their nerves need to be put at ease; to rest and live with justice being served. A terrible, horrific tragedy struck their home approximately one year ago this coming weekend. That man, sitting across the room, who so claimed was a part of a breaking and entering event, leaving my client and her daughter battered, broken, and scarred for eternity. I took it upon myself to represent them today, alongside my colleague, Frederick Montoya. We do not take this lightly nor half-hearted. We, together have worked endlessly day and night coming together, creating solutions to satisfy this family. My heart ached for them every day, as I’m sure, the evidence will speak for itself. You all get to decide this man's fate.

“But you all also decide the fate of Corrine, and Jasmine Wright today. To live freely and satisfied, is the judgment you get to make. I sure hope it will be an accurate decision. Lend me your ears for this moment, and believe me when I tell you, that man on the other side of this room does not deserve any sort of sunlight to be shined on him after this day. He has done much more damage than good. Countless of calls made to authorities to arrest him for stealing, gang related violence, and drug possessions, I’m surprised the defendant hasn't been locked away already. I will, however, leave you with this; if this was your family. Your mother, your daughter, your aunt and or niece sitting here in this room today, you of all jury members would desperately want to send the defendant away, with no hesitation. Thank you.”

Walking back to my table, I slipped a glance over at Fred who nodded at me proudly. I looked back at Valerie, who had tears in her eyes. Her bottom lip stuck between her teeth, as a tear slid down her cheek. I ached to walk back to her and wipe it away. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Andrew and Charles look gruff and whispering something I couldn't hear. My blood boiled instantly seeing him sit here in this courtroom. My state should make him feel uneasy. Knowing the amount of work that was put into this by Fred and I, and somehow the was able  to attend this without hesitation. 

What pissed me off even more was the fact he talked to her outside of the courtroom. For what he did to her that night, and how he made her feel, he should be in a body bag rather than 25 feet from me. 

I was informed what Andrew did to Valerie outside right before we started. I had eyes everywhere, including security, Johnathan, was hovering around the corner of the courtroom. He noticed a commotion between the moth and the phone in my direct line. Everything within me wanted to beath the fuck out of him in front of everyone. But that will come another time. He was the least of my worries.

 

For now.

Taking my seat again, Fred collapsed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling to him, “Well fucking said, Damien.” Nodding, I leaned away, placing my hands on the cool table, releasing a breath I never knew I held.

“Alright. Conover. Henderson. Who’s speaking to me, now?” Judge Thomas asked.

Like I pictured, Conover was quick to his feet clearing his throat, loosening his tie slightly. I looked over at Charles and nodded at him, looking a little pale in the face. My lips twitch slightly, knowing he was going to blow it. Keeping my composure, I folded my hands in my lap, boring my stare into the side of Andrew’s head. 

“Thank you, your honor. Jury. Everyone. Going off Damiens opening statement, I too would like to thank everyone for being here today. My client is deeply burdened by the crime that was committed. Rest assured, I hope to have your hand in this jury, to help guide my client in the right direction in peace. You see, my client was not the one who committed the said crime, he was an accomplice who was never made aware of the said crime to be committed. My client was with friends, having a good time. You remember the days? Out on a Saturday night with a few, driving around in your best friend's car, they just got their license. But only for it to be a major youtube of events for my client. He simply rode along. He never laid so much of a finger on the defencenet nor her daughter. James was just along for the ride. My client is innocent, and the evidence we have for you today, will gladly show you that. Thank you.”

Andrew strode back over to his side of the table, across from me, a goofy ass grin plastered on his face, as he sliced his eyes over to me. It took everything I had to not jump over Fred and slam my fist to his face. 

Was he was fucking serious? What the fuck kind of opening statement was that? Charles really let this kid take the lead on this for what reason? Was he fucking high? I wanted to laugh my ass off in their face. Instead, I ground my teeth, suppressing the laugh trying to escape, clearing my throat.

  Feeling a tap on my forearm, I look over at Corrine, her eyes bloodshot from all the crying, her cheeks sticky with tears.

“What the fuck was that?” She hissed quietly.  She shook her head inhaling a breath, clutching her handful of tissues. Licking my bottom lip, I placed my hand on hers gently, fighting to not grin too wide.

“Our ticket to win this once and for all. That's what it was.” I whispered back to her. Nodding my head I looked into her eyes. “You will get what you want. Guarenteed.”

 

* * * *

 

“If you don't mind me asking you, Corrine can you take us back to that night? I know I have asked you many times, but I assure you this will be the last.” Fred murmured to Corrine, she took the stand. Her eyes wide, and never leaving her daughters, as she sat next to me.

Wiping her face for the millionth time fresh of tears, she swallowed, glancing at Fred, and sighed heavily. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again, looking at him.

“Jasmine - my daughter - and I, had just got home from the grocery store that night. I was let off work early, and decided to spend time together. We ended it by stocking up on groceries. I was going to..” She trailed off, hiccuping a breath, “I was going to make spaghetti and bread for dinner. We had just sat down in our living room for not, oh, 5 minutes or so, before we heard this, this weird noise coming from outside.”

“What noise did you hear, Mrs. Wright?” Fred asked her softly, his hands folded in front of him, as he slowly paced the room.

“It sounded like a, a um, cat being injured, wrestling something in the bushes. It was an awful sound to hear. I had sat my plate on the table, and went to look outside. But by the time I opened my door, the noise had stopped. It was just the darkness, and the little light we had for a porch light on. I couldn't hear anything. But..” Jasmine bit her lip, tears gathering in her eyes.

“But, what, Mrs. Wright? Was there a cat outside your home that night?” Fred asked, walking back to the stand.

Corrine shook her head, a tear escaping out of her eye, “No there was not. But I had a feeling that something was wrong. That I was being watched by something.”

“Or someone, perhaps? Fred questioned.

Charles stood quickly, “Objection. He's projecting ideas into the client's head.”

Judge Thomas shook his head, and turned back toward Corrine and Fred.

“I will allow it. Continue, Montoya.” Thomas stated, adjusting his glasses. My shoulders slouched with ease. Keep pushing Fred.

“I will state the question, once more - was there something out there Corrine?” Fred asked, his face going soft. He nodded gently at her, advising her to answer the question, as did I. Catching her look my way, she swallowed hard.

“There was someone. I couldn't make out the face at first, but I could see the figure watching me from a few feet away from my house. The figure was dressed in all black, hands were in his pockets-”

“Objection, she just said that she couldn't barely see anything other than her little porch light. Now she can suddenly see someone standing across the lawn? Charles interacted, My eyes instantly rolled, my jaw ticking.

“However it does take your eyes a second to adjust from being in the light to the darkness and make out things, Henderson. Now if you don't mind, please let Mrs. Wright continued her testimony.” Thomas ordered. Charles stood for ah alf sec after the fact, then took his seat again. Smirking, I leaned back in my chair.

“Go ahead, Mrs. Wright.” Fred responded. His chest out and proud.

“Oh, yes. Before I knew it another person jumped out from somewhere, scaring me, and a gun pointed at me. Directly at my head. He cocked it back, a bandana was around his face, but it was loosely tied. I could make out a tattoo below his right eye, looking almost like a dot. He had a hood over his head. I could almost not see his face…” Corrine weeped into her tissue for a moment, before gathering herself, reminiscing the terrible memory. “He told me to get back in the ‘fucking house and shut the door if  I knew what was good for me.’ He shut the door behind him after the other guy came through the door. He told us to lay on the ground and not say a word. The other person went through everything and got what was valuable to him. Probably to sell and get money for.

“When I didn't get down on the ground, my instincts kicked in. I lunged at him. Being a mother, that's the main thing; protecting your children from any sort of danger. I tried to wrestle the gun out of his hand, but he shoved me off of him, and hit me in the head with the butt of the gun. I blacked out for a while. The last thing I heard was my daughter screaming and wailing, and someone told her to shut up. I don't know which one said it, but I blacked out shortly after that.”

“You were struck with the gun, yes? Where did he hit you?” Fred asked her.

Corrine then sighed and pointed to a slight knot on the side of her left temple. A scar had replaced some hair on her scalp, a light shade of pink. “On the left side of my head near my temple. I lost some hair here because of the scar.”

“Corrine, you said you could barely make out his face but you saw a tattoo, can you clarify a little bit better for me?” Fred asked, hands in his pockets now, slowly moving over by the jury.

“The light. My porch light shined just enough for me to see what he looked like. What color his eyes were. I will never forget those eyes, wild and cracked out of his mind.” Coring hissed. She sniffled and sat straighter, tipping her chin up.

“And if you were able to choose anyone from this room, do you still see those eyes, and where they reside?” Fred asked, turning slowly to the jury, swiping glances at them all.

“Yes.” She replied, pointing her index finger at the inmate, her face glowed red with anger, “He’s sitting right over there in this room.”

Fred paused a moment, letting the jury take in her answer, before stalking slowly back over to his seat.

“No further questions, your honor.”

Charles then shot up, glancing at the table, then clearing his throat. Charles moved in, slowly walking over to Corrine, as she stiffed her stance, face growing sour.

“Mrs. Wright, you said you had just left the grocery store and gotten things for dinner, is that right?” Charles asked, scratching his jaw lightly, giving Corrine hsi attention. My eyes narrowed.

Corrine nodded her head, sniffling again.

“Miss, you have to answer the question.” Thomas murmured to her, his face growing older by the minute.

Corrine looked up at him, and sighed, growing antsy. “Yes. That's what I said. We got everything to make spaghetti and odds and ends of other things we needed. I had just gotten paid.”

“What else did you buy?” CHarles asked. I stood quickly.

“Objection. Asking the client what else was bought is not relevant to this case, Your Honor.” I called out. Thomas nodded his head.

“The question is not valid, Charles. Try again.” Thomas agreed. I sat down in my chair. Score one.

“Let me adjust the question then. If you had gotten things to make dinner, how come those items were not one your receipt?” Charles pressed. Corrine took in a breath, Jasmine the same right beside me. I stood again.

“Objection, again what she had purchased is not relevant!” I was getting irritated with is son of a bitch. 

“I will motion that. Charles. Get past the food. I know we are all hungry here but get on with it, please.” Thomas sighed, waiving him off. 

Charles swallowed, and thought for a moment. 

“When you opened your door, and you saw someone in your lawn, did you think to look for the creature that made the noise? Maybe it was somewhere else?”

“No, I did not think to do that.” Corrine replied to him.

“And why not, Mrs. Wright?” 

“Because there was no creature, sir. It was that man you are trying to defend over there. He made a noise and startled me. He had a gun pointed at my head and forced himself inside of my home.” Corrine snapped, the vein on the side of her neck coming well aware. I leaned forward on the table, eyeing her carefully, hoping to get the hint to not get overheated.

“If my client made this noise, how could that be possible if he had a bandana around his face?” Charles asked.

“It was loose around his face. It was poorly tied.”

“Alright. However, if he made the noise, but somehow was standing in your lawn, but then jumped out from your side view, how could he be in two places at once? Charles pushed. My jaw ticket even more, pissing me off.

“I don't know, maybe if you guys caught the other one that was involved you could ask him. Cause there were two but you only have him staring at me.” Corrine snapped. 

Pausing a moment, Charles took a step back, looking at the jury and Judge Thomas, backing away slowly.

“No further questions, Your Honor.” Charles said, walking back to his side of the room. Plopping in his chair, Andrew instantly dove at him, and looked over at the inmate. Hushed whispering circled around the courtroom, even spread to the jury members.

“Quiet please!” Thomas called out, hitting his mallet down once. The room fell silent. “Now, that makes 1PM, which means it calls for a recess.. Everyone gathered back here within an hour and a half. We will start up again at 3PM sharp.”

Judge Thomas hit his mallet once more, as he stood, gathering his filed with him

“All rise!” The bailiff called out. EVeryone in the room stood, myself included, watching the judge disappear through his corridors.

Everyone slowly started to file out, one by one, I watched them scatter. Turning, I looked over at Corrine and Jasmine, who looked lost in thought, whispering to each other.

“You both are more than welcome to grab a bite to eat, or get some water. Would you like me to get you anything?” I offered. Jasmine shook her head along with Corrine. Whipping another tear that fell, she walked towards me, grabbing my hand.

“How is this looking?” She asked. Her eyes shifted between Fred and I. I glanced at Fred and nodded, dipping my head to her ear.

“It's a guarantee, after the evidence gets shown we have the Jury. They all read that this will go in favor for us.” I explained. 

“They all read”?” She questioned. 

“The body language they give, says a lot. They are favoring you and Jasmine considering the way we opened the room, and the fact you two are staying on top of it. I'm greatly proud of you Corrine for standing your ground, and doing your best.”

Turning toward Jasmine, I squeezed her shoulder gently, “You will get through this, I will be right here to guide you through the questions. Just keep you eyes on me when it's your time, okay?” Sniffling jasmine modded, and walked off with her mother. Fred slapped me on the back and exited the court behind me. 

Watching him walk away, I shifted my gaze over to Valerie., standing in the back of the room, holding onto her forearm. My gaze filled with fire, as I walked over to her.

“Hi, Damien.” She grinned, lacing her fingers into mine, setting my nerves at ease. Her touch relaxed me, the moment our fingers connected.

“Hi, Valerie.” I replied, pushing the door open. 'What are we thinking of for lunch?’

“I could go for a massive pile of nachos.” Valerie beamed, leaning into my arm. I pressed the elevator button, and turned to her, my eyes connecting to her. I tipped up her chin with my thumb.

“I have a question for you.” 

“Anything your heart desires. And by the way, that was really fucking crazy in there! I am blown away by how you open the case Damien. You worded that so carefully and strong. There’s a very big chance you have this won over by the end of the day.” Valerie explained, my heart leaped in my chest, hamming against my ribs.

“You think so?” I asked her, raising my brow. She nodded eagerly, pecking my cheek.

“I know so, Montoya. One hundred percent. Oh, I'm sorry, what was your question?”

The elevator door then opened, I ushered her inside the cart, closing the doors immediately.

“What did Andrew say to you?” I asked, leaning on the elevator wall. Button untouched. I shoved my hands into my pockets. Velrie blinked.

Gotcha.

“How did you know?” She sighed, leaning next to me. Her eyes scattered away from me, licking her lips, she shook her head.

“Security overheard some commotion and saw that it was you and him, and his hand was on your arm, looking like he was gripping tightly.” My jaw ticked, gathering her attention back to me. My hands balled into fists in my pockets, I shoved them deeper.

“He put his fucking hands on you, Val?” 

Silence. I stood straight, and took a step to her, watching her eyes gloss over. M hand cupped her neck, my thumb rubbed her cheek, a fresh tear dropped from her eye. Her body is relaxing.

“Val. Now is not the time to go quiet on me. Did he put his hands on you?” I huffed deeply. Looking into her eyes, I got my answer before she said it.

“Yes.”

I inhaled deeply, stress tightening in my shoulders. My skin feels hot like fire. “Tell me what happened. And do not leave out a single fucking detail.”

“Damien-”

“Nope you need to tell me, and you need to tell me now. You are under my protection and I need to make sure you are never hurt or harmed. Now tell me, what happened between the two of you.” I ordered. My emotions were through the roof. If it wasn't for the timeframe I would for sure be committing a crime of my own. 

Putting his hands on my fucking woman was a fucking death sentence.

Valerie bit her lip, and sniffled, swallowing hard.

“Valerie, baby please talk to me. Don't shut me out right now. Please talk to me.”

Her big brown eyes connected with mine, and she sighed, nodding her head.

“I was walking to the courtroom to take my seat and Andrew was standing there, almost like he was waiting for me. Andrew stopped me and asked how I was, and I told him fine. He asked what I was doing here and I told him I was with your party. He pushed me and asked why I was with your party, and then he jumped to me seeing you. I didn't say much on it cause I know you like your personal life private from your work life. I tried to walk away and told him it was none of his business and that's when he grabbed my arm.”

Taking off her cardigan, I looked at her arm, and my jaw ticked. Showing already, was a slight red hand mark from squeezing her arm too hard, starting to go purple. A bruise. A fucking bruise, he put on her. I took a step forward, and lightly touched my fingertips to it, only for Valerie to wince under the touch, sending me in a rage.

“Im going to fucking kill him.” I growled, never taking my eyes off her arm. 

“Damien, it's not that bad.” She whispered, pulling her cardigan back over her shoulders. She pushed the elevator button for GF - ground floor, headed to the cafeteria.

Grabbing her hips, I trapped her against the elevator wall, my breathing heavy. I was pissed. How fucking dare Conover put his hands on her on my company floor. MY hardwork and dedication. My girlfriend. No longer his. 

“You listen to me. When we go back in the courtroom, I want you to sit directly behind me, do you understand? I may not have my eyes on you, But I want to feel you behind me. I am keeping my composure as much as I can right now. Cause part of me wants to go find him and beat the living shit out of him for fucking touching you. No one, and I mean no one puts their hands on you. And that's that. This is not our fault. Hes a fucking asshole who needs a serious reality check. That son of a bitch..” Letting go of her, I turned my back to her, rubbing my hand over my face, inhaling deeply.

“Damien, please.. It's really not that bad.” Valerie squeaked out, her head bowed to the ground. I turned back to her, making her look at me.

“WHat are you saying, Val?” I asked her, my eyes searching hers. She kept her gaze for a moment before looking away, tears welling her eyes. “This has happened before? More than once?” 

Silence. My heart dropped into my stomach. He hit her. My god.

What the fuck have we done?

“Damien, please don't worry. I'm okay.” She winced walking to me, her arms going around my neck, looking up at me. My hands went straight for her ass, remembering she had no panties. My cock twitched.

“Baby, he put his hands on you. Knowing this makes me want to put my hands on him.” I sighed. Shaking her head, she planted her lips to mine, putting everything she had into it. I groaned against her lips, kissing her back willingly.

Pulling away, she ran her hand through my hair, looking in my eyes. “It doesn't matter to me anymore, Damien. He's a thing of my past. Andrew isnt my present, or future anymore.”

“Damn fucking right.” I scoffed. “I’m still going to do something about this, V. He simply cannot put his hands on you like that. At all. I will be talking to him later on. That is for sure. I’m so sorry I wasn't here.”

“Don't be ridiculous, Damien you have a court hearing today. You can't be both places at one time. Besides, I took care of it.`` She replied. Letting go of me. I missed her body pressed to mine already. My brow furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“I told him it was noone of his fucking business, and needed to fuck off.” She stated, her chin tipped high. Grining, I pulled her to me again, chuckling. I pressed my lips to her once more, before the elevator opened up to the cafeteria. God this woman was hot as hell. Hotter when she stood her ground. 

“Thats my fucking girl.”

“Are you mad?” She asked, her eyes blinking at me, as she took my hand. Guiding her to a corridor, I pulled her to me, out of sight of others.

“Why in the world would I be mad?” I asked. Valerie shrugged her shoulders.

“Cause I didn't tell you.” She sighed. Tipping her chin to me, I brushed my nose against hers.

“No, baby I could never be mad at you. I am mad at the fact he put his hands on you. You’re my girl. Its time hes fucking got the hint. Might as well fuck in front of him so he gets it.”

Valerie gasped, and thought I was kidding. My eyes said otherwise. If that's what it took, so be it.

“I don't want to eat here, Damien.” sHe suggested, looking around the room, feeling her body tense, I followed her gaze, over to Andrew. I shook my head, turning back to Valeri again.

“And we're not. Grab what you want, I'm right behind you. We can eat in my office.” Lacing my fingers in with hers, I pulled her to me once again, grabbing her ass, in sight so Andrew would see. “Remember, you’re safe with me, and you are always welcome to tell me when someone or something bothers you.”

Valerie nodded her head, and sighed, pulling me with her. I slipped a glance at Andrew, as he shoved a handful of fries into his mouth. His eyes focused on Valerie. My jaw ticked, as I grabbed a tray, my eyes never leaving him. Once he saw I was looking, he quickly looked away, face turning red with embarrassment.

Fucking coward.

Valerie

 

Lunch was tense. Damien wasn't saying much. He picked at his food from the cafeteria, hardly touched. His jaw was tight, his stare wild with fire. Damien was on the hunt for blood, Andrew’s specifically. Damien had found out about Ander and I’s altercation in the hallway this morning and he had every right to be mad. I was shaking, terrified of the way Damien looked. I just hoped he wouldnt lash out on me.

Taking in a breath I swallowed hard. My nachos are untouched as well. It was too tense to eat. I tried talking to Damien but I wouldn't get very much of a response out of him. It was kind of hurtful, but I wasn't going to place the spotlight on me when this was his day. IT was important.

“Damien?” I whispered, his office quiet. Soft music was playing on a radio station Damien found, Jazz.

Damen exhaled slowly, rubbing his jaw with his hand before he turned to me. His eyes were glossy like he was going to cry, and it cracked my heart. Sighing, I stood. Taking my heels off, I padded over to his desk, glazing at the time: 1:59PM. Coming begins DAmines chair, my fingertips brushed against the back of his neck, his body getting tense under my touch.

“I know you’re mad. I know you’re furious.” I started, I leaned on his desk next to him. The slit in my skirt showing off my thigh. His eyes danced down to my leg, his left hand reaching under my thigh, pulling me closer. My hands went to each side of his chair. My forehead against his.

“Look at me.” I whispered to him, our noses brushed against each other tears stinging my eyes, my voice cracked when I spoke. “Damien, fucking look at me.” 

Damien shook his head, still not speaking. Grabbing both sides of his face I made him look at me. His eyes staring right back at me. A tear rolled down my cheek and I sighed, shoving myself into his arms, sitting on his lap. Our eyes never left each other, his arms immediately reaching wrapping around my waist, tight. My chest nearly in his face, his chin resting on my breast, our breathing heavy. Tears rolled down my cheeks. My hair creating a curtain around us, secluding my words.

“Damien Monotya,” I shook my head slowly and kissed him hard, surely bruising my gums. Damiens hand collapsed the back of my neck, holding me in place, his other arm still around my waist. Crying softly into the kiss, I kept myself as close to him as I could. 

“I know you’re irate right now.” I breathed into his lips, my hands still holding hs face. “But I’m here. Right here in front of you. I’m not anywhere else. I'm right here with you. I know you want to do unspeakable things to him, and you will get your chance. Just not today. Not this time. It is your time, your moment. Don't give him the satisfaction of winning today. He no longer has me. You do. If for what it's worth, you saved my life that night, Damien.” 

Damine leaned back into his chair, eyes growing wide. 

“Valerie-”

“No, I mean that. You saved my life. If it wasn't for you actually being at the ball, and coming up to me. Who the hell knows what could have happened when  I went home with him. I would have been stranded that night. But you,” my hand stroked his cheek lightly, the stubble scratching my knuckles.

“You’re my fucking knight in shining armor.” I breathed, sniffling. “I thank the heavens for you every single day I wake up next to you. Somehow they sent you for a reason. And I see why. I’m so crazy in love with you, it hurts.”

Exhaling a breath, Damien grabbed my hands kissing each knuckle tenderly, hsi eyes never leaving mine. Sniffling himself, he cleared his throat.

“I dont…I dont have anything to say. In a good way. You took my breath away, Val.” Damiens lips twitched into a small smile. 

“And you knew just what to say. I'm so grateful for you, princess. Truly. You shined a light into my darkness when I needed guidance. You are something remarkable and I plan on keeping you to myself for a very long time. I want you, forever.”

“I want you, always.” 

 

* * * * 

 

“Jasmine, when the individuals came into your home, and your mother passed out, what happened after that?” Damien asked the girl. His hands in his pockets, his pair perfect. I had messed it up when I gave him a heartfelt moment. I was his, he was mine. He was everything I needed, vice versa.

Swallowing hard, Jasmine chewed her lip, hesitation to answer. My hands collapsed in my lap, my legs crossed, my body was tight with tension. I wanted nothing more than to run up there and hug her. She was only fourteen.

“Um, he then pointed the gun at me, and told me to get up off the floor. So, I got up, and the other guy, I said no name because of the obvious.” Swallowing, she continued. “He made me help him get all of our jewelry, credit cards, money that we had stashed in a safe my mom had in her room. He had a pillowcase with him, and he made me put everything in it.”

“Do you know what color the pillow case was?” Damien asked, walking over to her.

“Um, it was red. A faint red like it was washed too many times.” Jasmine replied, wiping her cheek quickly erasing a tear.

Grabbing a plastic bag, Fred handed it to the Bailiff and held it up right. Jasmine tensed, more tears stinging the corners of her eyes.

“Was it this one presented here to the court today?” Damen pushed.

“Y-yes it is.” Jasmine sniffled. 

“Can you tell us what happened next?” Fred murmured. Tears stinging my own eyes, my hand went to my mouth.

No.

Jasmine’s chin quivered a moment and then held her head in her hands, and started to cry. Her mother stood quickly running to her, catching Jasmine in her arms. The judge was about to say something, but quickly closed his mouth. Jasmine shook from crying in her mothers arms. Corriene whispered sweet nothings into her ear. After a few minutes Jasmine calmed down, Corrien kissed her head, before helping her back to the stand.

“You got this, baby. I'm so proud of you.” She whispered. Walking back to her seat, she nodded her head at her daughter. Swallowing Jasmine dragged in a breath letting it out slowly.

“He told me that I was good for helping him. That.. that I was special and I should be rewarded for good behavior. So..” She trailed off hiccupping a breath. A tear rolled down my cheek. “So he shut the door, and locked it. He touched me everywhere, took off my clothes, all with the gun pointed at me. He raped me.”

The room was filled with whispers and the Jury looked furious, disgusted. Some were shaking their heads, glaring at the inmate.

Inhaling deeply, Jasmine swallowed and waited for everyone to quiet down.

“Medical examiner came back with your rape kit results, showing that Tayvion McCloud idd in fact penetrate Jamine Wright. And also traces of evidence was found on Corrine Wright. However, the other fugitive  remains at large and will be tried when he's found. Furthermore, Tayvion deserves to be punished for his crimes and for the pain he has caused this mother and daughter.” Damien roared. His passion sent a chill down my spine. 

“After he was done, he kicked me in my ribs.” Jasmine swallowed. A bulletin board was rolled out, pictures of each birse, scrape, and knot in sight. A massive black and blue bruise on her right side, her left eye was slowly shut from being punched. Her lip was busted open, hara matted mess. Tears and snot stuck to her face from being dragged across the floor.

Jasmine went on and talked about everything. I was baffled for a fourteen year old to b takingthe stand and stating her truth.  Her mother was raped as well, while she was knocked out. The inmate - or as he's really named Tayvion McCloud, stayed in that house for over two hours, throwing these women around like rag dolls. Corrine almost died, and doctors didn't know how she was able to survive with all of the injuries to her head. 

Her mother was strong, Jasmine was strong.

“Jasmine… you are a strong young lady and I thank you for being here.” Judge Thomas whispered to her. I sniffled, wiping my tears. Looking over at Damien, who was standing at the front of the room, his eyes locked onto mine. Shoulders sagged slightly as today he was sorry for it being so hard.

“One more question, Your honor, If I may?” Fred called. Damien walked over as if he was coming at me, but instead he sat in his chair next to Corrine.

“Jasmine, after these men had left the authorities said they had it on a body cam, you faintly told them something valuable important to his case. It was right before the ambulance came and the cops found you. Do you remember what that was?” Fred asked softly. He leaned on the pole next to the stand, hands in his pockets, he looked over Jasmine's features, and smiled warmly to her.

“Um… yeah… I said that the man told his boy that he did good. That he earned his keep.”

“And by the man, is that person in this room today?”

Pursing her lips, Jasmine nodded. “Yes. Its that one sitting on the other side of the room.” Jasmine glared at him. His eyes bored hers, no reaction at all. His hands folded in his lap. It was disgusting.

“No further questions, your honor.” 

Looking over to Andrew's side, his face was pale, sweating and red as a tomato.

“Charles… Anything?” Thomas asked. Raising his brow, Charles hesitated but stood anyway. Sighing, Charles rubbed his face.

“The defense rests, your honor.” Charles sat back down, Jasmine came off the stand, sitting with her mother once again. The Bailiff rolled away the evidence board, hiding the trauma from the family.

Clearing his throat, Judge Thomas looked over at the Jury.

“Have we all come to a conclusion?”

A man stood after a few beats, a small white paper in his hands. Sucking in a breath, he nodded.

“We have, Your Honor.”

“Then let’s hear it, Sheldon.”

This was it.

It is happening now.

Leaning forward my hands on my knees, I held my breath. Please for the love of god let Damien win this case.

“We the Jury find Tayvion McCloud, whom of which is being tried for breaking and entering, sexual assault with attempt to bodily harm, rape, theft, and assault with a deadly weapon…” Clearing his throat he spoke again.

“We find the Defendant, Guilty.”

An uproar of sighs and more tears were spilt from Corrine and Jasmine. My heart ached and I whimpered, desperate to reach out and hug Damien. His hands were on the table in front of his, his head sagged between his shoulders. Fred collapses a hand on his back whispering things in his ear, a grin plastered on his face. Turning back towards me, Fred winked. 

“This meeting is adjourned, we will meet back in three weeks for sentencing.” Judge Thomas hit his mallott and stood.

“All rise!” The Bailiff called out, and everyone did. Jasmine and Corrine hugged each other, Fred walked over to Andrew and Charles shaking hands.  Tayvion was taken away by two guards cuffing him back up and sending him on his way. Damien slidright past coming over to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck holding him tight. Tears threatening once again to fall.

“You did it, Damien. You fucking did it I’m so so proud of you, baby.” I breathed into his ear. His arms holding me tight, I never wanted him to let go. He finally won. 

Damien did it. I was so proud of him.

“Excuse me?” A woman hiccuped, damien and I broke apart. Corrine stood there, eyes wide and glossed. “Mr. Montoya I-”

“Corrine, call me Damien, please.” He soothed. Corriene sighed. 

“Thank you. Thank you for everything. You finally brought us peace, and we can finally move on from this chapter of our lives. I can't express enough gratitude toward you. The world needs more men like you in it, Damien.”  Holding out her hand Damine shook it, smiling warmly at her.

“I’m glad for you, Corrine. You two take care of yourselves. And please stay safe.”

Nodding her head she grabbed Jamine up, and vanished out the courtroom doors. Looking at Damien the pulled eb akc into his arms again, the courtroom slowly emptying out. It just left Fred, Andrew, Charles, Damien and I standing there. 

Noticing, Damiens eyes sliced to Andrew and grew wild.

“Oh yeah.” Damien let me go and stalked over to Andrew and my heart dropped. Fred tried to pull Damien back but Damien flicked him on his shoulder like a flea.

“Conover.” Damien barked. Andrew winced and turned slowly. Sticking his chest out the swallowing.

“Can I help you?”

“Absolutely. Come here.” Damien ordered, inching his finger. Andrew and Damine were nose to nose, and he had a solid good four inches on andrew.

“I dont ever like repeating myself, so Im goingot say it once and it better ufcking stay in that pea sized brain of yours.” Damien’s jaw ticked, his eyes never leaving Andrew’s.

“Damien, drop it, let's go.” Fred warned. Ignoring Fred, Damien continued.

“If I ever, find out you come around and put your fucking hands on my girl, I will fucking tear you in two. Do you understand me? At first I was skeptical of my uncle giving you a chance but I gave it the benefit of the doubt. But then, I find out that you’re Valerie's ex. Fine. but then you’re somehow here. In my courtroom, on my case… and you put your fucking hands on her. And didn't think I would know about it?” Shaking his head, Damien smiled almost sinisterly.

“Stay away from her. I will get it court ordered and I will have you fired and charged for assault. Do I make myself crystal fucking clear?” his nostrils flared, his face flushed with anger. Eyes wild and focused. One wrong move and Andrew was dead meat.

Swallowing, Andrew nodded slowly, backing away.

“Y-yeah man. Crystal clear.”

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh my f- Not to me you fuck face her!” Damned roared pointing over to me. Andrew looked over, and his eyes wide, scared and shaking. “Fucking apologize to her or so help me god-”

“Damien that's enough.” Fred hissed. Damiend waved him off.

“I’m sorry for hurting you,  Valerie. I overstepped my boundaries and it was wrong of me to touch you any sort of way. I’m sorry.” Andrew shaked out. I didn't reply or move. I just stood there.

Andrew sighed and looked at Damien.

“There, I apologized to her. Anything else?” Andrew snapped. I blinked and Damien shoved Andrew to the door. Hard.

“Get the fuck out of here. And I don't ever want to see you in this Firm again.”

And just like that, Andrew was gone, and never coming back.

Damien

 

It was three weeks later, and I couldn't be more relaxed. About a week ago, Judge Thomas rang Fred and I early in the morning, for a Zoom call and of course - he was put sick. So we did the  sentencing over Zoom instead. Tayvion was sentenced to 30 years, no probation and was added to the child molestor list, and will forever be sitting there.

Hearing those words made my chest break free of grief and stress. It was finally over. Sadly, Corrine and Jasmine didn't have internet, so I made a choice to stop by their house; later that day, I broke the news to them. Corrine collapsed in my arms and cried harder than she ever had before. Jasmine wrapped her arms around my shoulders and I held them close and let them cry it out. It had been a long time coming and they deserved it. They deserved the peace. 

Another reason I stopped by that day, I pulled out an envelope, giving it Corrine before leaving. She gasped and tried to give it back to me, and I shook my head. I had cut a check for $35,000.00.

“Damien, we can't take this from you! I don't even think it's allowed!” Corrine sniffled and tried handing the check back to me again. But I raised my hands above my shoulders, shaking my head.

“No, it's not allowed but this is out of my account. I wanted to do this, so that way you both can get out of this sad side of town. Hell, leave the state and start anew.” I dipped my chin at  Jasmine. “Get this one into a good school, reset yourselves. No more terror will come near you both, I made sure of that. And if you guys ever need me for anything else you have my personal line. If I don't answer, just leave a message and I’ll call when I can. You guys deserve that much. You don't need to stay in this house with those memories.”

Sniffling a sob, Corrine nodded her head, holding the check to her chest. A tear rolled down her cheek, taking Jasmine under her arm,

“Bless you, Damien Montoya. Bless you and Fred for helping us. You both are good people. Please keep in touch.” Corrine whipped her cheek shaking my hand, jasmine ran to me and hugged me one more time before letting go, whispering a thank you.

 

And that was that. 

That was two weeks ago.

“What's on your mind, Damien?” She called, snapping me from my thoughts. Valerie was laid out on the lawn in a lawn chair on the beach next me. The sun beating down, in the mid afternoon. After I came back from visiting the Wrights, we packed up and took off to the Caribbean. Nothing but sun, tan, and staring at Valerie in different color bikinis. Her skin was tan, and looked damn good enough to eat.

“Just reminiscing.” I was assured. Pushing my sunglasses onto the bridge of my nose, I sat up, leaning elbows on my knees, looking out into the water.

A moment later I felt Valerie galther herself behind me, her hands running over my shoulders and down my chest.

“Really? Cause you were gone for some time.” She breathed, kissing the side of my neck. I grunted from the feeling of her lips on me.

“Just finally happy everything is over with. For now.” I shrugged,

“I know, and I’m so proud of you, baby. I really am. You deserve everything this vacation has to offer.” Valerie swung herself to the front of me, sitting on my lap, her hands locked around my neck. “I’m so glad you let me be a part of it. Your life.”

Grabbing her ass, I looked up at her.

“You are my life now, Val. Always.” I groaned, inhaling her tan lotion.  Ksiedh er collarbones, her neck, her breasts, and finally landed on her lips. She gently kissed me back, my dick getting hard in my trunks. Feeling me, she giggled pulling away.

“Again?” She asked, raising her eyebrows, and I grinned. Standing, with her still in my arms, she laughed as I walked to the beach, the waves crashing against the sand.

“Baby, I will never get enough of you. Especially when you wear these. How do you expect me to behave around you?” I growled, eyeing her new navy blue suit. Her cheeks flushed pink, rosy along with the kissed sunburn on her face.

“You haven't stopped touching me for the last three days. Give me a break, D.” She giggled, getting down. Laughing, I put my hand on the small of her back, we walked along the water line, hand in hand, taking in the scenery. “Although when we return, my classes start up, so you will be seeing less of me.”

“The hell I will, you live with me.” I grinned kicking water at her, she gasped kicking some back.

“Damien Michael Montoya, I will ruin you.” She screamed and laughed. Trapping her in my arms, I took off my glasses, looking into her eyes.

“You’ve already ruined me into falling helplessly in love with you, baby. You’re it for me. I want everything and more to do with you, for the rest of my life.”

“Talking like that, you might as well get me a ring, keep me hostage forever.” Our noses touched, lips ghosting each other. Hre core rubbing against me, she moaned. “Fuck it. What's one more gonna hurt?” Biting her lip, she kissed me, and I groaned.

“Look who's addicted now.” I laughed. She ground herself onto me, and moaned again. The fabric was thin enough for both of us to feel everything. 

“Trust me, Val. It will get arranged in the years to come. Believe it.” Walking backwards into the water, my hands undone her top, stuffing it in my trunk pockets. She followed me in the water, her legs wrapping around my waist. Sinking into the water, I cupped the back of her neck holding her close.

“I’m all yours, sir. All of me.” She breathed, untying her bottoms. Taking them from her, I slipped inside with ease, grunting against her mouth. She moaned my name effortlessly.

“That's my good girl.” I growled. Taking her in the ocean, scaring every fish in sight.

Authors note

 

The way my brain is wired is something different. I bounce between hobbies, once I get bored, I go to the next. Once I get bored of it, I go to the next, so on and so forth. When it comes to writing, all of my worries and bouncing habits are gone. I always keep writing it'll there's nothing else left to give. This book was something special to me. It's my first one that I have letgo on thai long, cause I knew there were things left unanswered. Things left unsaid between Valerie and Damien. Their story will continue on, but for now, I think it's good to end it here, and let them have the relaxation they both deserve.

Valerie had been taught that it only matters what she thinks and or feels. She has started putting herself first and giving no fucks. But when it comes to Damien, the stud that the is, its different. She's at peace, and she is more free spirited. Something she’s longed for.

And to you, all of you. Thank you.

Thank you to all of you, who read Damien and Valerie’s story and kept up with it. I know there are grammar issues, but oh well. At least you can read what happens. I appreciate all of you, every single one of you. Thank you for following along with me, letting me express my creative mind. All of you reading means a lot to me, and I will keep the creations coming! I do have one in the works, currently. We’ll come back to Damien and Valeri again soon.

For now, let them be.

See you soon! <3

Xoxo, Marina

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One more time, THANK YOU. I’m entirely grateful for you all.