Damien POV:
I had woken up at 4 AM and showered and trained for the day. It was already 7 when I got back from my morning run. I headed inside the house casually, hoping to bump into Olivia in just a tshirt or to find her waiting for me in nothing at all. As I opened the fridge, I imagined how I would bend her over the kitchen counter or even right here on the little breakfast table.
"Good morning son," greeted my mother. She snapped me out of my dirty thoughts and I felt my b***r deflating as I grabbed the orange juice, "good morning," I smiled casually as I opened the box and started to drink straight out of it. My mother clicked her tongue in irritation as she walked over to the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen and grabbed a glass and then walked over to me and put it down,
