THIRTY-FOUR
Four Days Later
T he funeral, seeing Georgina, the whole thing… I didn't want to be there if I'm being honest. Being back in Princeton feels a lot better than being in New York.
Lifting my head off the pillows in my new bedroom, I brush away my thoughts and look around the room. "Morning, sunshine," Bailey purrs as she saunters into the bedroom.
I smile lightly, pulling myself off the bed. "What are we doing today? We still have to plan a baby shower," she announces. I instantly shake my head, denying her idea. That is the last thing I want, especially after what Margarita said about me.
It's also way too early for me to be planning a shower. It's way too soon. But my mind keeps going back to the conversation Damon had over the phone with his mother.
"Pregnant! Are you fucking demonic? I raised you better and with enough knowledge you should know to wrap it!" Margarita snaps on the other side of the line. I sit there silently, but I still flinch at her tone.
Damon doesn't raise his voice. He just stays eerily calm through the entire process. "Yes. Pregnant and for your information, Mother, Damien, Ace, and Soren back me. So, you come for her and we come for you. Mother or not, this is my unborn child."
"A fucking mundane! Are you stupid!" She doesn't seem to be hearing his threats. All she hears is the fact that he knocked up a non-mafia-related person. Though she doesn't know who I am. And it's setting her off.
The woman gives me hives and I don't trust her. I have good reason to not trust her after all the shit I heard. "You'll have to marry her if that's the case. I don't need my soldiers thinking I'm letting my son become weak," she finally decides.
Marry me? What?!
Damon howls a laugh that makes me jump again. "Marry her. Do you have a screw lose? Even then, they would say something to you, now, wouldn't they?"
I sit there in silence as they go back and forth. Margarita Saint is not happy. The blood queen of Chicago wants my head and the head of my unborn child. I have never wished for anyone to die, but I do now.
If she touches my baby, I’ll kill her myself. I’ll kill someone even though it's the last thing I want to do. I'd do anything to protect my growing family.
My mind comes back to the present as Bailey scurries through my room, grabbing the dirty laundry. She's been doing this a lot—trying to do everything for me, thinking I'm incapable.
My lips thin as I watch her. "I can do that," I whisper as I pull one of Damon's hoodies over my head.
Bailey shakes her head and shoots me a smile. "If I don't keep myself busy, I'll be blabbing and I can't do that," she responds, grabbing my laundry basket and exiting the room.
Frowning, I pull a pair of sweatpants up my legs. Why wouldn't she be able to talk to me? She should be able to because she's the one that doesn't have massive secrets to keep. Shaking the thought from my head, I dig through my dresser, pulling out a pair of blue skinny jeans.
Perfect . Smiling, I go through my closet, pulling out a black lace bra along with my favourite button-up white top. Setting my outfit on the bed, I disappear into my bathroom, locking the door behind me.
Once I have the faucet running hot water, I strip from my clothing and step into the water, letting it pelt down on my skin. Sighing softly, I run the shampoo through my hair, scrubbing at my scalp. Nothing feels better.
"Hey! We're gonna be late," Bailey calls through the door. I let out a groan, quickly rinsing out the shampoo. Once I rinse out the conditioner and wash off the body wash. I quickly hop out of the shower, wrapping my giant white towel around my body.
The thing I like about Christmas break is I don't have to worry about classes. I can get whatever I need to get done without worrying about homework. Wrapping my hair in the towel, I wander back into my bedroom and begin getting dressed.
I threw on the outfit I picked out. Then, once I'm fully dressed, I saunter back into the bathroom and blow dry my hair. Hanging up the towel on the back of the door, I begin straightening my now dry hair.
"Let's go, Han Han," Bailey demands as she wanders into my bathroom. Her blonde hair is curled lightly, hanging down her back. She's wearing a red halter top with black skinny jeans and her fuzzy jacket. Her lips are painted pink with gloss.
I smirk and take in her appearance. "If I was into girls, you would be my first choice." I grin. Though you would never catch me with my tongue on a pussy, it's not my thing.
"Hey!" Scarlet's voice rings through the room as she dashes into the bathroom. She's pretty hot, too, but if I was into girls, I like the look of a blonde girl.
Bailey smirks and smacks a kiss on Scarlet's cheek as she pouts. "Okay, okay. Let's go." I giggle, turning off my straightener and following them out to the boot room.
Slipping on my black heeled boots, I wander out the door to Bailey's red Mercedes. Sliding into the front seat, I shoot Scarlet with a sympathetic smile. I still remember the details of a certain guy she told me about when I returned from New York and the secrets are eating at me more than the mafia ones.
"Nothing against you, babe. I just feel I would be into blonde girls," I reply softly. Scarlet grins as Bailey pulls out of the driveway and heads down the road toward Damon's condo.
Who throws a party on December twenty-second when they could just throw a Christmas eve party? Shaking my thoughts away, I stare out the window as we drive toward the condo.
When the car comes to a stop behind Ace's Type R, we all climb out and head for the door. Pursing my lips, I turn toward my friends as I grip the door handle.
"No alcohol," Bailey warns me.
"No drugs." Scarlet winks.
Rolling my eyes, I follow Scarlet into the condo. The party is in full swing now. Half-naked girls are dancing everywhere. I spot Sam with his arms around a brunette's waist.
I think her name is Mary? Wandering further into the house, I scan the room for Damon until my eyes land on him. Mm . I slide my tongue across my lips at his appearance.
His hair is ruffled, his curls hanging loose. He's wearing his leather jacket, hugging his body in all the right places. His dark ripped skinny jeans grip around his arse and hug his thighs. Yummy . I'm lucky.
Shoving a smirk on my face, I saunter over to him and drag him over to the sea of college students dancing in the living room. "Movements" by Pham (feat. Yung Fusion) blares through the speakers as I move my body against Damon's.
Arching my back, I lean into him, my tits perking up as I bend my back. "Fuck, you're so sexy," Damon whispers in my ear.
Grinning, I grind my ass against his crotch, plastering a smirk on my lips. "Mm, baby. If you keep doing that, we won't be joining the party," he growls in my ear.
Licking my lips, I spin toward him, attaching my lips to his. Moving my body closer, I flush them together, gently moving against him. Damon growls, grabbing my arm and pulls me upstairs into his bedroom.
Once the door is locked, I shove him against it. Attaching my lips to his neck. "If you didn't look like this, we wouldn't have an issue," I whisper against his neck as I shove his jacket off. Damon grabs a handful of my hair before crashing his lips into mine.
I tangle my tongue with his. Swiping and licking. Lust filling my eyes. I rip open his shirt, buttons flying across the room as the shirt joins the jacket on the floor.
Damon licks his lips as he watches me before his hands grip my white blouse and he tears it open, exposing my breasts to him. "So sexy," he whispers as his lips meet my collarbone.
"Mm…" I whisper, grabbing his jeans. I unbutton them quickly, sliding them down his legs. I reattach my lips to his neck, shoving him against the door again as my lips explore his body.
He watches me with heated eyes as I drop to my knees in front of him. "You… you don't have to," he whispers, closing his eyes.
Ignoring him, I slide his boxers to the floor. Leaning forward on my knees, I grip him with my hands, sliding my hand up and down. Damon's mouth pops open as a groan escapes his lips.
I shoot him a smirk before I trail my tongue down his shaft, then back over the tip. His body shutters with pleasure with each soft movement. Staring up at him, I shoot him an innocent look before I take him into my mouth.
Wrapping my lips around him in a suction, I move forward, sliding him down my throat, swirling my tongue down his shaft. Circling the tip of my tongue with some extra force.
Damon grips into my hair, yanking me to stand on my feet. Smirking, I lick my lips as I watch him. "Enough of that," he growls, tearing the rest of my clothing off.
Flicking my tongue out, I lick my lips again, griping one of my breasts but keeping my eyes firmly on him. He growls, launching forward, and captures my bottom lip between his teeth.
A moan escapes my lips at the sudden movement. My arms snake around his neck as I lick my lips again. Damon smirks, lifting me up into the air, and then he carries me to the bed and sets me down.
Pushing me on my back, he shoves his head between my parted thighs and grabs a hold of my clit with his lips. Dropping my head on the bed, a moan escapes my lips.
Damon's tongue darts out, sliding between my folds before he dives it inside of me. "Oh, fuck," I moan, digging my nails into the sheets. His tongue moves quickly, its assault becoming more frequent.
Licking my lips, another moan pops out of my mouth as I grab a hold of his hair and pull him up to me. Damon smirks, pressing his lips to mine. Our tongues tangle together, fighting for dominance. Gripping his shoulders, I flip us over, pulling myself on top. His eyes flicker to me, then my lips as I lift myself up.
Slowly sliding myself down on top of him, another moan escapes my lips. Circling my hips, I move, sliding up and down his shaft. "You're so sexy," he groans, his hands gripping my hips.
Another moan pops out of my mouth as I quicken my movements. Riding him quickly. I slam myself down as my insides tighten, knowing I'm close. "Shit…" Damon groans.
I move my hips again, slamming myself up and down his shaft, my eyes rolling back into my head. "Damon!" I scream out as the orgasm takes over. He grips onto my hips, slamming in and out quickly as the orgasm rumbles through my body.
"Fuck, Han!" Damon groans, his entire body shuttering. Rolling off him, I lay back. My chest heaving up and down as I try to catch my breath again. "You are doing that a lot more now." He smirks, pressing a kiss to my head. I grin as my breathing slowly returns to normal.
My lips curve in a smirk as I tilt my head to the side. "We should probably go rejoin Damien's party," I whisper, a smirk appearing on my lips again.
Damon grins, rolling off the bed. He heads toward the discarded clothing at the door, leaning down and pulling his boxers and jeans back up his body. Smirking, I follow his lead, shimming my panties up my body before clasping my bra back on.
Reaching down, I grab my jeans and pull them back up my legs, fastening on the button. Damon's eyes watch me closely as he grabs a new shirt from the closet and buttons it up.
"Mm, I like the ripped shirt," I whisper.
Damon smirks as slides his leather jacket on his body. "You might, but the girls downstairs would be staring." A smirk appears on my lips as I slide on my white blouse, buttoning it back up. "So, therefore, a new shirt is the better idea," he replies, pressing his lips to mine.
Nodding, I take his hand in mine, returning the kiss. "All set?" he whispers, eying my body. A shiver overtakes me as I grin. Damon's arm wraps around my body as we make our way back downstairs to rejoin the party.