Authors Note: Hey guys! This is the second chapter of my ongoing story, so if you haven't read the first chapter you might be a tad confused by this one. Story leaves off pretty much where the last one ended. I received enough positive feedback and I enjoyed writing this so much that I definitely feel that there will be more. Again, this is another slow starter, I'm really trying to build the story. Not a lot of sexual interaction so this isn't a quickie. Don't worry, the next chapter should be interesting ;) . Thank you!
*All characters involved are fictional and above the age of 18. Thank you.
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Damien stared down at his palm as he exited the club, the now cold night air slapping him across the face. All too familiar a sting. Reaching up he brushed his right hand across his cheek, coaxing the soft flesh hidden there under his rugged stubble. Glancing up towards the stars he let out a bold sigh of relief. The worst part of his plan was over, the cogs had been set in motion. All there was to do now. . . Was wait.
. . .
Izabella jumped awake, the loud ring of her alarm blasting into her unsuspecting ear. "Is it six already?" She glanced over at her clock, already knowing what she'd see. "Dammit." Shifting herself to the edge of the bed Izabella let her feet dangle, barely brushing the cold tile floor. As she stretched and shook away her sleep she realized she was trying to shake loose something else as well.
What was that dream about? It's about enough that I haven't been able to shake the image of those silver eyes from my head but now they're haunting my dreams as well?
It was now Saturday morning, meaning that it had been two days since she had met Damien. Yet, she couldn't rid herself of the feeling that those silver eyes were still watching her somehow. "Now I'm just being ridiculous," she scoffed. Internally she knew however, that Thursday night had shaken her to her core. She couldn't forget those eyes because she simply did not want to forget.
Standing up Izabella let her feet carry her down her hallway and into her kitchen, where the intoxicating aroma of coffee was already beginning to stir.
. . .
"Hey, we hitting up the Fox tonight?" Izabella glanced up from her desk to see her coworker, grown to be best friend, Jaime staring down at her. "I know we don't usually work Saturdays, so you're probably wiped out. But I could really use the night out." Jaime's bright blue eyes claiming their familiar place at the reins of Izabella's heart.
"I don't know." Izabella broke their eye contact, turning to gaze out of their forty second office floor window. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky a beautiful blend of exotic reds and oranges and pinks. Usually those living in the city didn't get the opportunity to appreciate the sunset, which typically hid behind the towering grey buildings. However, in Izabella's office she was just lucky enough to be able to steal a glimpse or two of the magnificent colors peeking out from behind the tall concreate and steel.
"Iza, you see the same view every day. Can you please not ignore me for the sunset?" Jaime pleaded, trying to capture Izabella's attention.
"But if I don't stop to awe at it every evening, it just might disappear." Izabella retorted, returning her gaze towards Jaime. "I seriously don't know Jaime. I've got a lot of work to do still and the office closes in an hour. I know I won't finish it all here so I'll probably have to take some home." Though Izabella was trying to avoid the club tonight she wasn't lying about her work. Papers scattered all over her desk, covered in various sticky notes which possessed scribble that said lord only knows what.
"But I've got Sam covering the boys for an extra two hours tonight! She even offered to do it for half her usual babysitting fee. You cannot deny me this once in a lifetime opportunity!" Jaime crouched down next to Izabella's desk, putting them at eye level with one another.
"Jams," Izabella began, utilizing the nick name that Jaime hated so much, "You go to the same club every day. Can you please not ignore my professional responsibilities for your endless capacity to dance?"
"Very funny." Jaime spat. Standing up she rolled her eyes, clearly catching Izabella's mockery. "You've been buried in this pile of work for the entire week. It'll be here next week too. Come have fun with me."
Izabella sighed as she felt Jaime's warm hand cover her own. She could feel her own confidence retreating. "Fine. But
only
because you asked so nicely." Catching one last glimpse of the fading sun, Izabella gathered her paperwork and logged off of her computer station. Glancing at the clock she read the time to be 6:02. She knew that they'd end up arriving at the club later than their usual nine o clock time. Her thoughts raced back towards the man with the silver eyes.
Will he be disappointed that I'm late?
With the fear of punishment racing through her mind, Izabella dashed towards her apartment.
Once home, it only took Izabella a record seven minutes to prepare for the club, putting on her makeup and adorning her usual club attire. Preparing to face Damien again, that would take all of the time in the world.
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"It's loud in here!" Jaime squealed, grasping Izabella's hand and pulling her through the crowd.
"Isn't that the point of a club?" Izabella responded, clearly not amused with Jaime's obvious statement.
"Oh Iza. Cheer up! Dance with me!" With that Jaime dropped Izabella's hand and began to grind her pelvic bone again Izabella's crotch. Though Izabella knew she wasn't a lesbian, she had to admit that her friend really knew how to clean up. Jaime's small red dress was barely long enough to cover her thighs, and the plunging neckline left nothing of her chest to be imagined. The golden glittery eyeshadow highlighted her baby blues eyes so naturally that you would've sworn her eyelids were meant to be that color.
No wonder she's a mother of two. Men probably throw themselves at her!
Izabella giggled at the thought, earning her a questioning glance from her friend.
"What are you thinking about?" Jaime leaned in and shouted, trying to be louder than the club's speakers.
"Just how crazy beautiful you are!" Izabella admitted honestly. They were best friends and they were in their twenties. It's not like Jaime would take the compliment as an invitation or anything.
"Oooh." Jaime cooed, placing her hands on Izabella's waist, "Is my dear Iza switching teams on me?" Jaime released a round of laughter as Izabella turned twenty shades of red.
"In your dreams Jams!" Izabella snorted, joining her friend in the warm laughter. "I have to admit though, if I was going to go lesbian, the bitch would have to be drop dead gorgeous! Like Beyonce' or something!"
Jaime pulled Izabella in close, grazing Izabella's blushing cheek with her nose. Slowly Jaime slid down Izabella's body, stopping when her face was pointed directly at Izabella's crotch, and slid back up bringing them once again face to face. "Are you saying that I'm not?" Jaime challenged.
"Not what?" Izabella stuttered, dazed by her gorgeous friend's audacity.
"Not drop dead gorgeous?" Jaime pulled away, looking directly into Izabella's light green eyes.
"She'd be blind if she thought otherwise." At the sound of the familiar voice Izabella shuttered. Turning slowly she was greeted by those startling silver eyes. Eyes that could only belong to Damien. Tonight he looked a little more dressed up, donning a black button down shirt, top two buttons undone to reveal his broad chest, and an intentionally worn pair of jeans. Even without her previous experience with him, Izabella would've been swooning.
