Chapter 7
I haven’t said a word to Damien since I sat my ass down in his crimson 2014 Chevrolet Camaro.
I even managed to not drool over his leather interior. “Ash.” Damien muttered breaking me out of my day dreams.
I just grunted and turned away looking at the passing scenery “Ashley, for goodness sakes could you stop acting like a stuck up bitch.
” He screamed slapping the leather steering wheel, I grunted sucking on my bottom lip so it wouldn’t tremble.
And stuck my head higher willing myself not to cry, because damn I would be lying if I said that didn’t hurt.
Damien finally just sighed and turned away from me. Once I composed myself I straightened in my seat and looked straight forward.
I wasn’t going to be uncomfortable because of Damien I thought. With my back rigid, knees together and ankles crossed.
We pulled into an underground car garage, I took a deep breath to calm and compose me as Damien screeched into the parking lot.
Closing my eyes I took a deep breath to still my nerves but they snapped open at the sound of a door closing.
Oh no he didn’t I thought as I stared at Damien’s retreating back and tight ass. Mentally slapping myself for my perverted thoughts I quickly unsnapped my seat belt.
Jumping out of the car I bent over to grab the brief case Damien gave me in the car.
“Mam” I heard behind me, making me jump which resulted in me hitting my head. “Yes.”
I groaned turning around to spot a security guard ogling my goodies. Quickly closing my jacket the best I could, I narrowed my eyes at the man “may I help you?”
I asked leaning back against the car door, he flushed under my gaze. “Mr. Black says to escort his who--.” He coughed getting redder “I mean girls to their home.” He finished rubbing the back of his neck.
I just stared at him not knowing what he meant until I repeated it in my head. And when I did shit began to drop.
“You think I’m a whore?” I screamed pushing off with my ass on Damien’s car door.
I leaped for the guard to give him a piece of my mind when I heard a ripping sound.
The blood instantly drained my face. “Please don’t be what I think it is.” I prayed to myself peeking over my shoulder I caught site of my thong covered ass.
The back part of my skirt disappeared from me and ended up closed in the door. And you might call me a baby but I seriously full out bawled.
Sinking to my knees not caring what would happen, I cried about my skirt, and my friends and family.
I don’t know how long I cried, but I was suddenly pulled into someone’s lap. I tensed “hush baby its ok, I got you.”
Damien whispered in my ear, and I relaxed against him tired of fighting. And before I knew it Damien had me tucked in the car heading back to his house.
The gentle rocking of the car sang my body a lullaby and I realized damn I am tired. And not even a minute later I was asleep.
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