Damien
The storm had already begun by the time the morning came.
It was a blizzard, and for the first time, I was glad we were able to make it through before it began.
I wanted to be more than a few miles away from Serena; at least that was my initial plan after our marriage deal was finalized.
All I wanted to do was sit back and wait for it.
Money wasn't a problem; all that was required was a cost breakdown of what it would take, and I'd only have to pay for it and simply appear on that day.
But after last night, my thoughts haven't been my own. Serena was slowly becoming an annoying part of my thoughts; it was both entertaining and frustrating.
The release she gave me in the car was almost not enough to keep me from reaching for the servant bell and telling them to bring her to my room.
Sleep be damned.
I was ready to go myself even, but I had to hold myself back.
It was bad enough that I had touched her in ways I said I wasn't going to, but the reality of the situation was that I needed her.
Badly, in fact. I wondered what she felt like, considering how disgustingly delicious she tasted.
Fuck! I needed to gather my thoughts, or else my self-control would snap.
The sound of my phone ringing snatched my attention away from Serena.
One look at the caller ID, and I could feel my muscles tense. I picked it up regardless.
"Good morning, Damien. I trust Serena is fine this morning, so I'll cut to the chase.
The wedding will take place a month from now," he said with so much authority even my wits shook with alarm.
"You've got to be kidding me," I said, mustering the only response that managed to escape my mouth.
There was no way we could pull it off. Absolutely no way.
"I've known you since you were a boy, Damien, and I'm sure through the years you've come to know me as your father's friend. You're aware of the fact that I do not crack jokes, much less a smile.
There's no more time to waste, especially after yesterday's attack. Serena's life is in danger, and as much as I would have preferred to settle this issue in much better circumstances, I have no other choice.
I've spoken with your father, and he seems to have no problem with it."
He paused, as if giving me some time to digest his words before resuming his sentence.
"Meet me once this fucking blizzard is over, and we'll discuss the necessary changes. And if the blizzard continues, find a way to come see me. I trust you'll relay this message to Serena. Have a good day, Damien."
And just like that, the line went dead. This was serious, serious enough to make Vincent Blackwood use cuss words.
He never swore; you heard him, he barely cracks jokes.
I was fine with whenever the wedding was going to happen. The problem now was how to tell Serena that the wedding had been moved to the next five weeks.
Fuck. I rubbed my eyes and entered the shower.
The warmth, a sharp contrast to the blazing cold air, and for once, I was thankful to be rich.
I couldn't imagine how the poor were getting by in these conditions.
I had an agency in charge of taking care of the homeless and helping women and children who had nowhere to go, but sometimes I couldn't help but wonder what happened to those I couldn't help or reach.
The warmth of the shower enveloped my thoughts, and images of Serena appeared in my head.
The way her pupils dilated when I fucked her with my tongue was still etched inside my head, and a part of me didn't want to forget it.
My hardness stood in painful need, and I couldn't resist the temptation to relieve myself from the torture.
I slowly stroked it, envisioning Serena's mouth around my hard dick. My pace increased, and my need was building.
Fucking hell. I needed her, I needed her badly.
With one final stroke, my climax peaked, and I came, the white residue of my sperm scattering all over the walls.
I let the water run, closing my eyes and letting all thoughts of Serena wash over me.
Breakfast was ready by the time I got down, but Serena was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's the Miss?" I asked no one in particular; my annoyance was creeping out. Why the fuck was she still in her room?
"She told us to bring her breakfast to her room."
Was she avoiding me? I wouldn't blame her, considering how I spoke to her last night, but even at that.
"Thank you. You may leave now." I ate the food in silence, but I could barely revel in the taste.
I wanted to go up to her room and inquire about her reasons for not coming downstairs.
You know what? Fuck it. I stood up and dropped the napkin on the table. She was going to answer to me.
Bastard. We both know you needed an excuse to go to her room.
The voices in my head were screaming at me as I briskly made my way up the stairs, but I couldn't care less.
And so what if I wanted to see her? She was going to be my wife in a few months—heck, a few weeks.
Yeah, right.
But it was the truth. I was only going to her room to let her know about the newest changes.
And maybe, hopefully, see her naked.
Lies! That was the last thing I wanted to do. Maybe the last thing on my mind.
I finally got to her room door.
I knocked and waited. "Who is that?" Her voice echoed through the door.
"Open the door, Serena." I didn't have the patience for this. I heard scrambling noises, which I assumed were from her trying to arrange herself.
The doorknob twisted, and I was met with those golden-brown eyes.
I couldn't help it; my eyes rested fully on her entire form.
She wore a red see-through lingerie, and I couldn't stop my imagination from running wild. My hardness slowly poked through my pants. Fucking hell.