***POV - Melaena
Damion left me and Kiara under Axel’s supervision in the VIP section to go get ready with his band. And I say supervision in the best way possible. After the incident with Harry, the guys are set on guarding me, but it’s getting ridiculous. Some or other annoying cockhead is with me ALL the time, no matter where I go - class, dance, horse riding, home, or even shopping. And I swear if I let them they would follow me even into the bloody bathroom. Look, I love the guys, but having one of them around 24/7 is not ideal for my sensitive morale. Harry and his son are messing up my life even more than Damion.
‘Stay in the VIP section until I return and don’t you dare try something stupid!’ I imitate Damion’s words before he left, pulling a face to match my ambiance. Gmf, as if I do something stupid all the time. Okay, maybe escaping from this insane guardianship a few times was not the best choice … but I just needed some alone time … and nothing happened. But the way they acted each time they found me, you would believe that the world just ended. I smile sinisterly, thinking about their faces, especially Damion’s! It’s just precious. As if I dared walk into a zombie apocalypse and he had to come to save me. I wonder if he would … fight the undead for me I mean. Probably not, but these days I’m not sure of anything anymore … he’s acting rather strange – sometimes I’m sure he has feelings for me, and then he does a 180-degree turn, leaving me second-guessing myself. Maybe it’s just hope that makes me see things that are not there.
Regardless, tonight it would be impossible for me to escape – not that I’m in the mood to try anyways. The VIP section is a second-floor deck on one side of the club, separated from the main area below by huge glass panes. It’s only accessible by one set of stairs, guarded by two men as big as gorillas. And of course, Enrique instructed them not to let me pass by any means necessary. So no way out.
You can switch the glass panes making them either normal glass or one-way glass, thus depending on what you want, the main club can either see into the area or not. Pine tables are situated alongside the glass wall, and we’re seated at one of them.
Tonight, the glass is switched to normal, so people can see us from downstairs. I stare unfocused at the dancing mass below, anxious as if I’m sitting on needles and pins. A few flashes draw my attention to the cameramen standing next to the stage, taking photos of us. Enrique always let a few lucky reporters into the main area of the club. Ug, why can’t I just have normal brothers that are not so much in the public eye and being chased by reporters wherever they go? And with their YouTube site (where they post all the videos of them doing dangerous stupid life-threatening stunts) having more than 150 million subscribers, they are walking life campaigns for all news stations.
And the worst is that these vultures are not looking for the truth … but any scandalous gossip … even if they have to make it up. It makes it a lot harder for me to focus on my life.
Normally they would not be that much interested in me, but since the #Damena ship started, the whole world is watching us hoping for some declaration of our eternal love – gmf … as if that’s ever going to happen. On the contrary, since his return, Damion has been anything but in a loving mood, having some kind of anger streak, getting into fights, breaking stuff, and doing more and more high-risk stunts.
Yep, their subscribers shot up, but so did the number of cameras following us around, photos of ‘the magic couple’ flooding social media. At least our love square got more interesting when reporters caught Ren sneaking out of Chloe’s house early one morning. Seems it didn’t take him too long to get over our break-up, thank goodness.
And talking about that bitch, she’s sitting a few tables away from me with a huge group of people, including Ren and Jason. I’m not sure how they got acquainted and I don’t care – I’m just glad Ren stopped contacting me and that he’s out of my life.
I jerk and swear when a hand suddenly lands on my shoulder.
“Are you okay?” Axel asks, giving my shoulder now a little squeeze. I take a deep breath to try and calm my nerves.
“No, I’m not. This whole business is getting out of hand and I’m fed up being watched like I’m on Big fucking Brother,” I seeth. I’m downright tired … warn out. But that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst part would be if, like today, the one on guard duty sends electric shivers down your spine, leaving your skin in goosebumps and making the whole freaking zoo flutter in your intestines. It’s driving me up the walls, not to mention that it’s utterly exhausting. It’s like an itch that you can’t scratch and you’re slowly going insane, until it feels as if you can rip someone’s throat out, preferably his.
That is the effect Damion has on me, and it’s been going on since his return. Or more correctly, ever since I met him. Anyway, I try not to talk to him too much, but it is not helping. Occasionally, he would grab me out of the blue and kiss the hell out of me, before reverting to his emotionless mysterious self, and then the next moment he’s angry and agitated again. The person that thinks women have mood swings hasn’t met Damion Grimm yet.
So right at this moment, I’m ready to commit a horrendous murder if anyone just looks at me the wrong way. And frankly, the main reason I’m feeling homicidal is that Damion is playing with my heart like a puppet. Genuinely, I’m mad at myself for being so easily manipulated by him!
But, I just lose all sense of direction as soon as my eyes land on him. Pathetic I know. My heart and body just overpower my mind, turning it into moose. And when my brain eventually returns to its normal state, I can kick myself for being so easy, but it’s too late. I touch my lips thinking about the kisses and a blush appears on my face.
“Judging by your face Damion was on guard duty again.” Axel leans closer and says this with a smug face.
“Fuckoff Axel.” Yes, I just swore for real, that’s how mad I am at Damion fucking Grimm.
“That bad, hey?” I look apologetically at my friend. It’s not his fault the guy is making me want to become a serial killer.
“Sorry, it’s just that I loathe that guy. He’s cocky, smug, arrogant, stupid, and above all annoying! Not to mention emotionless!” I ramble on. But that’s not the problem, no, the real problem is that Damion seems to be oblivious about the ramifications of his presence on me. And the even bigger problem is that with each kiss my feelings just intensify and the jackass acts as if nothing happened.
“You sure you’re not secretly in love with the dude?”
“Are you crazy …. “ I lie “… I hate him!” That’s it. Truthfully, that’s not it. The real answer would be that Damion crawled under my skin since I met him and he managed to settle himself in my heart … by force. And as a safety precaution to protect that stupid heart I had to convince my simple mind over and over again that I hate him … until I believed it.
But now, now I’m struggling more and more to keep my feelings intact, the grip he has on my heart is getting stronger and stronger, and eventually, he’ll rip it open and toss it to the side – like he’s done before. But I’m not sure if I will survive that again. This time … this time it will not heal, because he possesses my heart … he owns it.
It’s like I can think of a million reasons in my mind why he’s bad for me, that he’s going to hurt me so deep that I won’t find the light again, but my heart keeps falling for him over and over again. And I hate feeling so damn weak and vulnerable.
“Okay, whatever you say. I’m going to get some drinks,” Axel gets up. Logan is working as a barman in the VIP section tonight while Enrique and Ilkay are covering the bar below us in the main area.
“So, what’s your problem?” Kiara is watching me with big eyes and a knowing expression on her pretty face.
“The problem is Damion! It’s always Damion!” I shout a little and a few heads turn toward us.
“Hell, don’t I know that! What’s he done this time?“ Kiara scolds me and I move to the edge of my seat, waiting for the bomb to explode.
“What hasn’t he done?” I pout like a small child.
“Look, enough is enough! Just admit you have feelings for him and all his sexy cocky bad-boy accolades!” My eyes grow big and wide. The bomb just went BOOM!
“NO!” I say quickly trying to grab the pieces flying through my mind right now, needing to keep them together.
“No? So is it no you don’t love him, or no you don’t want to hear me say it? Mel, since you saw Damion that day at your locker, or actually at the haunted house, there’s been no other guy for you, and by the looks of it, there never will be.” I look at Kiara as if she just swallowed a cow, whole.
Suddenly the crowd downstairs goes wild and I notice Damion and some guys now standing on the stage. I can’t breathe, my heart presses tightly against my ribs, cause he looks amazingly sexy, wearing just jeans and a very tight white shirt showing off his muscled torso; those strong arms; that flat stomach.
Oh my swarming eggshells, there’s no denying that the man is a heart-throbbing, sex-on-legs beefcake. And I know Kiara is right about everything – no man can replace Damion in my life. Why, universe, why?
“I told you so – OOPS, too soon.” Kiara is being annoyingly sarcastic and overdramatic, even placing her hand over her mouth, looking like the school bitch in a teenage movie. I notice Chloe standing with her hands pressed against the glass, a big smile on her face, and her eyes on Damion, and I sigh.
“Even if I admit I’m in love with Damion, he doesn’t love me back, so there’s no reason for him to find out how I feel. At least I’ll still have my pride and dignity, that’s something right?” She nods, her eyes looking at me full of pity. I hate that look.
“He’s playing with me Kiara, and I’m not an emotionless beast like him. He loves someone else and I’m just a side-dish.” I keep my eyes on him as if it’s going to change anything and then I say almost to myself, “He’s just going to shatter my heart in the end.”
“You know I’ll never let anyone do that, sorellina!” My eyes shoot up as Alejandro moves to sit beside me, while Jesse sits next to Kiara. How much did they hear? I look over at Kiara and she just pulls her mouth sideways. Alejandro places his arm around my shoulders and leans in to kiss my cheek.
Then the people downstairs seem to take a deep breath simultaneously and the cameras flash like a disco ball, drawing our attention, just in time for me to see Damion’s death stare before he slaps a chair over and turns his back to the crowd. For some or other reason, he’s mad again. Nothing new, he is on an emotional rollercoaster ever since he left for London, and I’m done trying to guess the reasons for his mood swings. Maybe he’s angry because of Chloe and Ren, fuck knows.
“Are you castigating me, dear bro?” Alejandro mumbles to himself with a sleek foxy smile, his eyes on the angry biker boy. I look between him and Damion, wondering what this bickering thing is between them.
The crowd is silent, waiting for what’s going to happen next, but Damion pushes his fingers through his hair and picks up his guitar, looking at the other guys on the stage.
“These guys are pretty good. And like you can see, the ladies LUV them.” Axel is back and I just watch in awe as every girl in the club tries to get as close to the stage as they can. I can relate, cause all the guys on that stage look like Calvin Klein underwear models … in one way or the other.
“They certainly have the looks I suppose,” I say without thinking and the feeling of jealousy spreading through my veins surprises me. I lean back against Alejandro’s chest with a deep sigh.
“Definitely,” Jesse wiggles his eyebrows and we laugh at him.
“The funny thing is that all of them are of the market. Mike, the guitarist, is happily married with two kids. Chris, the piano man, has a boyfriend. Stephan, on drums, has an extremely hot chick with a personality, might I add, and Damion, well …..” Axel looks up as if he said too much and then he tries to right the situation.
“Well, let’s just say that he’s never been on the market, but it’s not because of a lack of interest.” I look over the crowd of over-eager girls. So he’s a pretty boy, everybody can see that, but I’m done falling for Damion Grimm. He’s not going to hurt me any further. I’m going to show his slutty ass that I’m not one of his Reaper-girls (as his chicks are called by the press). Chloe can have him and his moody freaking attitude.
“Anyway … cheers guys!” Kiara holds up her glass and I take a small sip of mine. I’m only having this one drink, not wanting a repeat of last time. My tongue gets way too loose when I’m drunk, and I really don’t want to tell Damion how sexy he is again.
Then Mike speaks into his microphone while holding his hands up to try and get the crowd to settle down a bit.
“Okay guys, you ready to party?” He holds the microphone up in the air and the crowd scream at the top of their lungs.
“They usually play requests from the crowd. People love it.” Axel explains. Damion is stringing on his guitar softly, looking down at his hands, not paying much attention to Mike or the crowd.
The band huddle together probably to hear which song they’re going to play first and then Mike looks over his shoulder toward the crowd with a big grin.
“Okay, guys, Damion chose our first song for the night.” Damion is still not looking up.
“Damion, is this song dedicated to someone special?” One of the reporters shouts out and Damion looks over at him pulling up his shoulders.
“Is she here tonight? Is this a love confession?” The guy yells again. Damion glances up at the VIP section and then quickly down at his guitar again. The reporters as well as the whole bottom floor follow his gaze and Chloe waves at them.
“Damena! Damena! Damena!” The chant echoes through the club and I wonder if I’ll fit under the table. Chloe shoots me an angry look, giving me the middle finger and I try to hide my face in Alejandro’s chest.
Kiara looks at the girl with a WTF face and I give her a warning look. I don’t need any more embarrassing photos of me circling around the internet. Then Damion peeps through his lashes at the crowd with a sly smile – looking way too sexy and my heart jumps up and down. The girls go mad, trying to grab his attention.
“Is there a message that goes with the song?” Another reporter now shouts.
He just pouts his mouth and pulls up his shoulders again. Bloody idiot! Now Logan is glaring at me from the bar as if looking for answers. I wish I had some … but all I can say for sure is that his best friend is confusing as hell. The freaking reporters are now seriously taking photos and hope they’re aiming at Chloe and not me. Don’t they have anything better to do with their time?
Even the clubbers are taking photos like mad and I clasp my hand over my mouth to suppress the curse word wanting to escape it, earning me a stern look from Kiara. Chloe, however, puts her hands on her heart and sends down air kisses. Great … let them focus on her.
I try to look at anything but Damion, so instead, I gaze at the girls standing at the bottom of the stage screaming at the top of their lungs, arms reaching out to the band. I hope the tension suddenly crawling under my skin like a bug is going unnoticed. I don’t think I can stand any more excitement right now. Luckily the men at our table seem oblivious, their focus aimed at the band. But Kiara winks at me with teasing eyes, and I know she knows. I wrinkle my nose at her. Bitch. She smiles as if she reading my mind. I smile back. There’s a reason we’re such good friends.
The music starts and now the stress bugs settle in my stomach growing bigger and bigger and I’m more lubricated and coiled up than a piston. I grab Alejandro’s leg unintentionally and he whispers softly in my ear. “Relax, sorella. Just breathe and listen to your song.”