Loving Damien

“Who’s the hickey from this time?” My friend asked with a frown on his face.

The answer to his question is leaving a bitter and sour taste at every cell of my tongue.

To wake up next to the same man I had sex with 3 months ago is not a pleasant sight. What was his name? Ambrose? Ambrose Clairemont? I don’t even have a clue what his name is since I didn’t bother to ask but I was absolutely sure that, that guy, was the same man from three months ago. The only reason I know why was because he had a tattoo at his lower back, just above his ass.

a unique geometric designed tattoo.

“Just a random guy,” I replied, finding description more satisfying that actually trying to say his name. I slid past him in front of the TV. The man sighed and settled his cup of coffee on the coffee table, standing up and blocking my path with his broad shoulders.

I had stopped walking. My view changed from the door to my room to Dino’s broad chest.

“Who is this random guy?” He asked. raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. “I’ve known you for years and I’ve been there when you started sleeping around,—not once did you refer to a partner as a ‘random guy’” He argued.

I huffed out a laugh, glancing at the time. “It’s way to early for you to be chatty Dino, Sugar daddy got you excited?”

“Nico is not my sugar daddy.” Dino, stood still but his face contorted to a frown.

“Yeah—” I rolled my eyes and shoved him aside, opening the door to my room. “say that to the Porsche car he gave you last night,”

A sound of shock slightly echoed, and knowing Dino, his pupils must’ve dilated. I pulled the back of my shirt over my head, hoping that it’ll easily slide up and off, though what caught me off guard was the fact that my lower back and middle back, just at my spine, stung. It wasn’t small pin prick types of sting. It was the type like a carving is piercing on your back.

It wasn’t only simple muscle pain but the bones ached too, as if i had slept in the wrong position.

“That’s a lot of bite marks,” Dino commented. His remarks had me turning my back in front of a mirror, I cocked my head over my shoulder to see what he meant and—

Fuck.

That’s a lot of bite marks.

Deep bite marks that were sure to last a good day or two. Not to mention hickeys. There were loads of them in every place, even my front.

This, believe it or not—happened only twice, and believe it or not—it was caused by the same man.

“That fuck nugget did it again,” I uttered, picking up an over sized shirt. “These marks wont be gone for another 3 days!”

“Wai—‘Again’?” Dino unfolded his arms and tried to stop me from moving by slightly raising his hand. He furrowed his eyebrows, making me realize the particular word that gave me off. Wrong move. dammit. “Damien, you slept with the same guy?”

“Against my will,”

“Against your will?” He asked. “Damien, Who is the guy?! You had the same marks months ago too!”

“I don’t know his name,” I lied.

yeah sorry Dino, but i don’t wanna let you know that I slept with an elite man.

“Yet you slept with the same person twice.” Dino retaliated. I headed to the kitchen to make a glass of ovaltine. Opening the cupboard, the big window that gave the outside view of the city reflected to blind me slightly but something else apart from the know had been reflected.

“You don’t—”

“—Sleep with the same person twice—I know,” I squinted my eyes to look at what was on my finger. I rubbed it as the blur began to disperse, a blob of gold turning into a silhouette of a ring. “It was just pure coincidence that I slept with the same person twi—” I paused.

The pause lasted for a good 10 seconds, enough to change to change the tension between Dino and I. The first thing that comes into mind was a question. namely:

When did I wear a ring? A gold one at that.

“The fuck is this?′ I asked, fingers enclosing the ring to try and nudge it out. it fell off perfectly, without pulling on my skin. The illustriousness reflected the light again. It made it glow like some kind of magical ring. “Where did this ring come from?” The thing was pure gold. Pure 24 karat gold ring, I’m not jeweler but I know legit gold when I see one— this one is as real as it can get.

Then it struck me.

Of course.

“That fucker.” I hissed.

“Why? Who is it?” Dino asked. I scurried past him in a flash, pulling out a coat and my car keys, slamming my entrance door while he called form me despite knowing that I wasn’t going to stop.

“That fucker.—That fucking assho—NGPH!” My angular nose flattened at a semi-hard semi-soft surface that apparently had appeared out of nowhere. I caught a whiff of a jelly bean scented perfume, similar to a woman’s cologne. The surface was to hard to belong to a woman’s. A man in a kitted sweater had stopped, looking down at me with his slightly long hair obstruction hiseyes.

That managed to tipped me out of my anger.

“sorry,” I said, ducking and pushing past him. Somehow, i didn’t hear his footsteps disappear but i do sense the burn at the back of my head. Was he staring at me? I turned to the corner and finally, the burn cooled down and the annoyance began to kick in again.

I yanked out my phone and placed a call.

“good afternoon, Clairemont corporation help desk how may I help you?”

“Please make a reservation for 3:30 to 4:00 for your company head.” I said all to quickly slamming my car shut. The lady took a moment to respond the tapping of her keyboard audible.

“Name?”

“Damien Moncreiffe,”

“Oh! Mr. Moncreiffe! There’s no need for you to make a reservation! Mr Clairemont is ready to talk to you anytime.”

What the- so he’s even go as far as to make ridiculous reminders as this. It’d be fine if this was the first ridiculous thing he does but no. He just gets more and more stuck up everytime I meet him.

Arriving at his office, for regular people, the building gave out an overwhelming sense of aristocracy with their humongous fountains and chandeliers, matching with red carpets and yellowish lighting. Heck, It even smells elegantly musty.

“Mr. Moncrieffe, the C.O,O is waiting for you at the 53rd floor.” The bell boy smiled.

“thanks,” I said, sparing him only a second before throwing myself fin that elevator. Jazz music was playing which, was preferably to my taste but I didn’t let that distract me. There were lots of people going in and out. Men in suit, stuck up conglomerate men, Rich women with beehive hair, balding men: almost everyone actually.

The door opened and by that time, I was the only one alone at the eerily silent floor. Marble tiles, Sea glass walls, potted plants and a thin air. Who the heck dedicates a whole floor to their own office? I pushed open the door like some sort of gangster and marched angrily towards the oak table, the chair also turning at the same time.

My last step, timed perfectly with his glance. The chair creaked to a stop, the man facing me now with crossed legs and an amused face. His eyebrows were raised and the corner of his lips were in a smile, as if he was expecting this to happen. Which we all know really is pre planned.

He looked no different from the moment I left a few hours ago. Fuck, this man even had the fucking audacity to open the 2 first buttons of his shirt to expose his bite ridden chest. His neck too was littered with hickeys, which, got me slightly annoyed at myself.

“Nice to see you in my office love,” He greeted, evidently trying to suppress his happiness.

“Love my fucking ass!’ I exclaimed, slamming the ring on the table with little to no care of scratching the worthless jewel.

“I do love your soft ass but aside from that- what bring you here?” He smirked, clasping his hands and prepping his elbows on the table. He didn’t even spare a glance at the item.

“I don’t think I made it clear earlier this morning so for your sake, I’ll repeat myself.” I rubbed my face in frustration in the hopes that my nerves would loosen it’s tension. “I do not want anyone as a lover.”

The back of my head was aching from the hangover, and my lower back and asshole was sore, reminding me again that I slept with this man. “But you slept with me twice. Doesn’t that qualify for 1 of the thousands of standards you set?”

“I didn’t sleep with you because I want to!” I argued, sensing the lies as each word shoots out of my mouth.

“That’s the opposite of you wanting me to thrust in deeper last night, Love.” he stood up from his seat, making his way towards my side of the table. I scrunched my face at his comment because I know for a fact that what he said was true. I can vividly recall saying profound things last night that the rational me is going to hate me for.

“And if I may, Mr. Moncreiffe, I can clearly remember you telling me that I was the best man you ever slept with, Hence why you gave me a second shot. You gave me an opportunity and so I took it, it’s far to late for you to take it back,” His fingers fiddled with the locks of my long silver hair, caressing it and then pulling close to his own lips. He kissed it but darted his eyes at me.

Only then did I realize that his eyes were the same color as my hair.

“And i’m not one to brag but I’m more than confident to say that I meet all of your standards in looking for a lover.” He commented, now snapping me back to reality from his eyes. “I’m rich, matured enough and not to mention good enough to have you orgasm plenty of time sin one night.”

“Oh fuck you,’

“I did, babe, and I’m sure as hell want to right now but for your sake, I’ll hold back.” He laughed, stroking my cheek like I was his lover. I slapped his hand away and pressed my palm against his chest. He felt the ring dig deep into his sternum and in turn, his hand went to catch whatever might fall, and seeing it was the ring, Ambrose slightly frowned.

“Ambrose,” I tiredly huff out a breath, not knowing what else to argue with. “A one night stand is a one night stand. Your way of thinking is too irrational, and you boldly declaring you’re meant for me despite meeting only twice is plain ridiculous.”

Ambrose was silent.

Despite being confident in his own actions, the sting in my words struck him like a shock in the heart. Deep down inside he knows that my’s words were true. Even for him it actually was ridiculous to suddenly want to be with someone just because you slept with them.

if this was a fuck buddy relationship then yeah i’d let that pass but this was a real relationship! Ambrose Mocreiffe wanted a real relationship with me!

“How about we give it a shot,” Ambrose persisted, relentless for reasons I cannot seem to comprehend.

“Give what a shot?”

“Us,”

“Why? What makes you think I’ll fall in love with you? I simply don’t get —” Damien leaned on the oak table, his annoyance shifting to confusion. He sighed. “—I don’t get why you’re so persistent on pursuing me.”

“Because I want to know you.” Ambrose firmly stated, sensing the topic leaning towards him. If he spoke right, if he did things correctly, then maybe— just maybe Damien will give him a chance. “I genuinely, genuinely want to know you.”

“But why? This might sound like i’m from a drama but—of all people out there, Why me?”

“I—” Ambrose paused again, the question sinking in slowly like a boat being caught in a storm. I could see the pondering in his silver eyes. his lips were parted so words were meant to come out yet not a single sound came out. The noise of his mind were loud enough to resonate in the room and that slightly calmed me down.

What Clairemont said weren’t lies. I’d hate to admit it but he really does fit my standards. And I’d also hate to admit it but I want to see where this would go however at the same time, I don’t.

There were two reasons why.

1. I can’t commit to a single person. The thought of being committed to one person unsettles me more than sleeping with a random stranger. The thought of having to dedicate your time, exert effort to please the other one, make time for them— they all sound too daring for me.

the second reason is that i think of relationships as nothing but a hindrance. I do not simply get why people are so hellbent in finding a lover. It was time consuming and exhausting. You spend money on someone, spend your valuable time on them only to break up a few months later or be rejected upon proposal.

There was really nothing wrong with Ambrose. He just really made a wrong choice of wanting to pursue me.

I didn’t want to be pursued.

“See,” I smiled patting his back. ”Just because we’re sexually compatible doesn’t mean that you need to get me as your lover.” My fingers fiddled with my shirt and tucked a lock of hair behind my ears. My footsteps reverberated throughout the spacious office room. I opened the door and I saw Ambrose visibly flinch, head turning towards me.

His shoulders stiffened at the realization of my location.

“Damien — Wai—”

“I’ll pass this off as a little mistake, alright?” I gave him a genuine smile.

“Let’s not see each other again, Mr. Clairemont.”