Prologue
Damon was stuck at home after a long and tiring day at work. A whisky in hand, the brown liquid sloshing against ice cubes. He didn't have a taste for the bitter drink but it made him stop thinking and that's all he wanted.
To stop thinking.
He didn't expect that he would fall in love, much less with the one of the very persons he despised but the saying goes 'You get what you hate'. Now he was in love and all alone. Heartbroken and extremely close to becoming a weeping drunk. There was no one to blame but himself, well partially himself.
Jake was being more of a bad influence than usual that night. All because Reese had managed to convince Damon to go to that club.
Jake was a dominant in every sense of the word so it wasn't a surprise when he started acting up as soon as they entered the club. Damon, however, didn't want Reese questioning him especially since he didn't know about his condition.
It wasn't that Damon was ashamed of his D.I.D but he just didn't see the point in telling everyone he met. Even if it was his closest friend.
Almost six months later and Damon was going to go crazy. He didn't consider himself a sex crazed person but currently currently he craved it more than usual.
The mere thought of Hainsley and he was harder than a rock, which usually ended with him having sex with some woman and going back home unsatisfied.
Hainsley Brooks was a complete terror.
She was the type of woman who knew what she wanted and what she was going to do to get what she wanted. Nothing could come between her and her goals. Sadly Damon realized this fact a little too late and now he was paying the price.
It didn't help that Reese has this 'I told you so' look in his eyes everytime the two mwt. Damon hated feeling like this. Like a loser.
Eventually Damon's love for Hainsley clouded his every thought, his every action. He couldn't do anything without thinking of the brown haired beauty.
First he was in denial that she had actually left him. Then came the sadness of someone leaving him. It turned into anger and his hate for losing someone festered and made him hate Hainsley.
He hated Hainsley with everything in his being.
Unfortunately the other person in his mind was against that. Jake loved Hainsley and missed her all too much that he decided to go into hiding. He stayed in the depths of their thoughts.
The mental effects of their loss, apparently, was that bad it caused the system to meet two more alters. Nan and Sammueal. Two complete opposite and extremely unique alters.
How they looked wasn't known, just like many of the other information, their likes, dislikes, strengths, weaknesses and triggers included.
Meeting Sammueal was hard. The sheet held most of the anger in the system which obviously was a lot. Damon was normally a grumpy kitten that took time to adjust. Jake on the other hand was an entire ball of powerful seductive energy. Damon and Jake rarely felt anger. Sammueal on the other hand was just naturally pissy.
Then there was Nan, the protector of the system. Subconsciously Man had always been there for Damon and Jake. However the alter was just making it's official appearance. One thing that was evidently clear about Nan was that they were neither make nor female. They were more of a spirit more than anything.
Nan provided the calm that the system needed and would always be there for the system. Once again their trigger or triggers we're not known but whether Damon was having a rough day and didn't want to deal with the world, Nan would be there. And even though Jake had been in giveback since Hainsley left, Nan was giving him small pep talks here and there.
Reese showed up about thirty minutes into Damon's nightly pity party and stopped him from drinking anymore. Reese was extremely worried for his friend because he didn't know how he was to help. He didn't even think that his friend had actually been in love. So to see him in this state was heart wrenching.
"Okay Damon we really need to get you up and about, you can't keep doing this to yourself, you'll get poisoned if you continue on this path", Reese told the drunken man, full well knowing that he probably didn't hear.
"Maybe I should get poisoned then it probably won't hurt this much", Damon said in incoherent mumbles but Reese heard it loud and clear and he felt awful.
He felt a burning hate for Hainsley, even though he knew that she wasn't at fault. Sadly he hated himself as well because he placed Damon in that position. He knew that having those kind of relationship, a sexual relationship, with a person like Damon who didn't have much experience could end with him catching feelings.
He blamed himself as much as he blamed Hainsley, or even more, for destroying his friend.
Reese struggled with bringing Damon's muscled and heavy body up the stairs. Damon, even though he wasn't well defined, had broad shoulders and with his height his weight was bound to follow.
They made it to the top of the stairs and Reese was tempted to just leave Damon's intoxicated body right there. Reese, however, was too kind a friend to do that. So he continued his struggle and brought Damon to his room.
"You seriously need to find someone who can make you get over Hainsley because this isn't working, I didn't sign up for a babysitting job much less one that I am needed almost twenty-four-seven", Reese said while showing Damon on the bed.
With a frustrated sigh he placed two glasses of water and some ibuprofen in the night table beside Damon's bed. Reese knew that he was going to wake up with a killer headache and a Damon with a headache is an asshole to all.
"Well it's time that you get back out there and I know just how we're going to do that", Reese said to Damon's unconscious body before he left the room.
Reese was ready to put in place what he had been planning for months.
