Chapter 16

Ophelia

    

When we left the hotel, we drove through town and found a cute little breakfast café. Damian parked out front. We went inside and took a seat at an empty booth. A young waitress walked over and gave us each a menu and poured us coffee. "Hey, I'm Sarah, how are you this morning handsome," she said, flirting with Damian.

"We're good. Thanks." He smiled. 

"I'll give you some time to look over your menu." she said, smiling at Damian and walked off.

I raised an eyebrow at Damian and whispered, "Did she like not see me or something?" 

Damian blushed and shrugged his shoulders. I could tell he thought it was funny. A little while later, the waitress walked back to our table.

"What can I get for you?" she asked, trying to sound sexy. 

"Yeah. I'll have your breakfast sampler," he said, smiling back at her. 

Then the waitress looked at me. "What do you want?" she asked, and Damian had to put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

I looked at the waitress and thought about really being rude but decided that I didn't have the energy for that shit. "I'd like the pancakes and sausage please." 

She wrote down the orders on her pad then walked off. I looked at Damian in shock. I had never had someone be so rude to me for no reason. Most people knew who I was and were nice, but I guess when you go to a hole-in-the-wall café, people don't really give a shit who you are. 

I sipped on my coffee and watched as the chef cooked the food behind the counter. When our food was ready, the waitress brought us our plates. "Here you go. If you need anything else don't hesitate to ask," she said, as she brushed her fingers across Damian's arm. 

I thought I was going to lose my shit. I didn't really see myself as the jealous type, but apparently, I am.

"Thanks." Damian said. 

I looked at him and raised my eyebrow. 

"What?" he asked. 

"Really?" 

"What's wrong? You jealous?" 

I pursed my lips, "Nope." 

"Uh-huh," he smirked.

"Shut up" I said, rolling my eyes. 

He looked at me studying my facial expression, but I was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was jealous. I looked out the window and took a sip of my coffee, avoiding eye contact with him as much as possible.

The waitress finally brought our food, and the pancakes were awesome, so light, and fluffy. After a few bites I finally started to feel better, I was still not one hundred percent, but at least I wasn't so bad off. 

After we finished our meal, Damian got the check and went to the register to pay. The same waitress was now checking us out at the register. When the receipt came out, she wrote her name and number on the back of the receipt then handed it to Damian. She said, "Thank you. You have a good day.”

As we walked off, he went to put the receipt in his pocket, and I grabbed it out of his hand. I looked back and made sure the waitress saw me with it. I balled it up and threw it in the trash can by the door. The waitress crossed her arms and gave me a cocky attitude, then flipped me off.

We walked out of the café, got into the truck, and started making our way back home. Once we were out of Montreal, Damian's phone rang. It was my dad, he answered and put the call through the truck. 

“Hello sir.”

“Where is she?”

"Hi daddy.” I mumbled.

"Hi Ophelia. Where are you guys at?" 

"We just crossed back into New York. We stopped to eat breakfast." 

"Okay. Come to my office when you get home." 

“Yes sir," I said, and he hung up the phone. 

Dad didn't sound happy. I knew I was probably in trouble for ditching Damian and the security. 

We finally reached the front gate of the compound and drove down the driveway to the front of the main house. Damian stopped the truck, we got out and walked into the house and over to dad's office. I knocked on the door, and heard dad’s husky voice come from the other side, “Come in."  

I opened the door and walked in with Damian behind me. 

"Ophelia sit," dad commanded, "Damian, you can leave." 

Damian nodded, "Yes sir." He walked out the door and closed it behind him. 

I took a seat on the couch in the dad's office, and he did not look happy at all. He walked over and sat in the chair across from the couch. 

"Do you have any idea how worried I was last night?" He had an angry tone in his voice.

"I'm sorry," I said, as I put my head down to avoid eye contact. 

"Why did you ditch your security like that?" 

"I wanted a night out. I needed to get out of the house for a while. I’ve isolated myself for months and needed to be out with friends.”

Dad took a deep breath and softened his tone, "Sam helped you, didn’t she?”

I slowly nodded my head knowing dad was not happy with Sam.

“That bitch,” dad mumbled, “Anyway you should have at least called me or something and explained what you wanted to do and why." 

"Dad, it's not easy talking about any of this. I need to get my life back. I’ve secluded myself long enough. I wanted one night where I didn't think about this shit."  

Dad got up and sat on the couch next to me and put his arm around me. "Sweetheart, I don't want to lose you again. I can't lose you again. I will never understand what you are going through, but I wish you would talk to me instead of pulling a stunt like you did last night." 

"I know. I'm sorry." 

"Do me a favor and don't ditch your security again. They are there for a reason and right now, there is too much shit going on for you to be ditching them." 

"Damian said the same thing about too much going on. What does that mean?" 

"All you need to know is I’m handling it, but I don't need you running off like that. Not right now. Understood?"

"Yes sir. It won't happen again." 

"Okay. Good."

I gave dad a hug and a kiss on the cheek then walked out of his office up to my room. I was still wearing the same dress from last night, my hair was a total mess, my makeup looked a hot mess, and I needed a shower. I took off Damian's jacket and laid it on the back of the couch, walked into the bathroom, turned on the water in the shower, got undressed and got in. 

I washed my face, my hair, and my body, and stood in the shower letting the warm water run over me. I closed my eyes and tried to remember the night. I still could not remember the guy's name that I was kissing last night.  I seriously cannot drink that much again. I got out of the shower, wrapped my hair in a towel and put on my silky red robe. 

I walked back into my room, picked up my phone and saw that I had a text from Sam.

        Sam: So how much trouble were you in?

        Me: Well Damian was pissed, and dad doesn't like you right now. lol 

        Sam: Was Damian pissed or was he jealous? And Mitch can kiss my ass, you are my girl, and I will help you ditch no matter what.

        Me: lol probably a little bit of both. And I don't think I will ditch again for a while.

        Me: Once this kind of blows over I'm thinking about asking dad if I can go down to the beach house in Miami for a few weeks. I need some beach therapy!

        Sam: Hell yes! I am already packing! lol.

        Me: lol k. let me talk to dad about it and I'll let you know.

        Sam: K. 

I set my phone down and walked back to the bathroom to unwrap my hair, I applied some curling mousse, then let it hang. When I walked back into my room, there was a knock at the door. I walked over to the door, opened it, and Damian was standing there. 

"Hey. What's up?" 

"You still have my jacket." 

I went over to the couch and picked up the jacket and held it out to him, “Is that all you need?”

He walked in the room and closed the door behind him. "No." he said, as he came closer to me, our bodies almost touching. 

"Then what do you want?" 

His eyes narrowed as he stared into my eyes, "This." he said, as he put his hand around my neck and pulled me flush against his body before putting his lips on mine. Our lips moved in sync and he pushed his tongue between my lips, claiming the inside of my mouth.

I welcomed the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist, picked me up forcing me to wrap my legs around him, walked over to the couch and sat down with me straddling him. 

He reached for the strings on my robe, untied it and opened it up. I was completely naked under the robe. As his hands moved all over my body, I could feel the warmth pooling between my legs. My core was throbbing with desire. I wanted him, every inch of him.  I pulled his shirt over his head and ran my fingers down across his tattooed chest and his abs. He kissed the sensitive spots of my neck working the way down to my breast. I threw my head back letting out soft moans as he licked and sucked on my nipples. His hands moved further down my body to my already dripping sex. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He whispered while gently rubbing my sensitive clit.

I quivered in his arms while he rubbed my clit, teasing and torturing me all at once. He wrapped his hands behind my neck and pulled me back into a kiss, his kiss was hard but passionate. He grabbed my hips, flipped me over and laid me on the couch to where he was now on top of me, his hard cock pressed between my legs. He pulled back and looked at me, his breathing was heavy. “You are mine and only mine," he whispered. 

My heart skipped a beat at his declaration, but before I could respond, the door swung open, and Oliver walked in. 

Damian jumped up and I quickly wrapped my robe back up before standing up from the couch. Oliver stood there looking at us both as if he were trying to process what he had seen. 

"WHAT THE HELL OLIVER! YOU CAN'T BARGE INTO MY ROOM! GET OUT!"

Apparently, Noah was in the hall and heard me screaming at Oliver and he walked in the room also. His jaw dropped when he saw Damian. He looked over at me then back at Damian. He tilted his head and stood speechless.

"Outside! Now!” Oliver yelled.

Damian grabbed his shirt and put it back on and was about to follow Oliver outside when I stopped him. 

"How about you two get the fuck out of my room."

"DAMIAN." Oliver hollered again.

Damian looked at me and gave me a kiss on the forehead "It'll be okay." He walked out with Noah and Oliver following behind him. 

When the door closed, I sat on the couch for a moment. My stomach was in knots as I thought about what Damian had said before Oliver barged into my room. So many thoughts were running through my head. This is what I had wanted since the day I met him. All the fantasies I had were brought to life, and it was so much better than I could’ve imagined. But it wasn’t even the physical aspect of what happened. His kiss was hungry, like he had been holding that back. It was passionate like he was kissing me from the depths of his soul. When I kissed him back, it was like a burning deep within me. I couldn’t get enough of his taste. I wanted every bit of him, I was completely and utterly ignited with a desire I couldn’t control.

After a while I realized that I had been deep in my thoughts for too long and I needed to put a stop to whatever Oliver had planned. 

I got up and ran to my closet and quickly got dressed, put my hair up in a messy bun and ran downstairs. I saw Phil walking out of the kitchen, "Phil where did Oliver go?" 

"I saw them walk out the back going to the garage."  

"Thanks," I said as I ran through the kitchen and out the back door.