Fighting His Love

Surprise Visits

**Savannah's POV**

It has been a week since the high school reunion. I was successful in avoiding Damon Fernandez so far. A few times he has emailed, or had his assistant call me, but I didn't reply and I always told her that I was unavailable to speak to him. It wasn't until I was called into my bosses office that I saw how far he would go. 

"You called me Tracy." I said as I opened her office door. The imagine before me cause me to freeze in the door way. 

Tracy smiled at me over her desk as she gestured to the client in front of her. "This is Damon Fernandez." Damon stood up and walked over to me to shake my hand. "He was so pleased with how well the High School Reunion went, and has requested your services to plan his company's Christmas party."

"Um-" I was stuck for words. "Tracy, you know I don't do the holiday parties. I vacation for those weeks and wouldn't be able to attend to over see everything." I politely smiled. "I'm sorry, there must be someone else."

Tracy stood and walked around her desk. Damon still stood directly in front of me. He was towering over me now that I was not in heels to give me some help. I was wearing blue skinny jeans and a white button up dress blouse. He looked so good in black jeans and a light blue v neck. Casual, but still looked really good. 

"I know. But I thought since you got divorced last Friday, then the vacation would sort of be void." She said with pleading eyes. I mentally face palmed myself.

Damon, however, looked pleased with the news. "Divorced? I hadn't heard. I apologize." His voice was sincere, but his eyes were anything but. "Last Friday? The same day as the event?"

"Yes, sir. That morning." I said through a polite smile, but I was hoping he could sense my hostility. "Is there something wrong?"

He smiled big. "No problem, just amazed how you continued to work through such a hard time." 

I held my head up as I replied. "There was nothing hard about it." I looked to Tracy. "I'm sorry Tracy, I cannot take on this project. I will still continue with the vacation, I'll probably just go alone." I excused myself politely and went directly to my office. I had no plans to continue with the vacation since it was on my ex husbands time share, but I could still stay home and day drink while binge watching Netflix. 

How dare he! I thought to myself. How dare he show up in my place of work! I know his games, he just wants to sleep with me. Ugh. Now he knows that I am divorced. I continued to pace my office as I tried to figure out how to deal with all of this. He isn't going to give up I just know it. 

There was a knock on my door. "Not now, Chelsea." I called out. 

The door opened anyways, and in walked Damon. He closed the door, and strode over to me. "Savannah, we need to talk." He said in an irritated tone. 

No matter how angry he gets me, I will not let him make me act out of my character. "Mr. Fernandez, what can I do for you?" I smiled politely, and clasped my hands in front of me.

He grunted and threw his hands in the air. "Stop talking to me like you don't know me!" His voice echoed in my office. I didn't jump, didn't even flinch. As many times as Bryson yelled at me, I was used to men with short fuses. "We went to school together. Stop pretending that all we have is a business relationship." He stared daggers at me. 

I didn't understand what he was getting so worked up about. "Mr. Fernandez-"

"DAMON. You will call me 'Damon'!" He interrupted me. 

I clenched my jaw and took a few deep breaths to get ahold of my composure. "MR. FERNANDEZ." I emphasized each syllable. "I have not associated with you for ten years. The only thing we do have IS a business relationship." I straightened out my shirt and looked at him dead in his eyes. "And that is all we will ever have."

He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could my door opened. "Hey Savvy, was hoping-" Elliot stopped in the door way when he saw who was in my office. "What the hell are you doing here?" My brother yelled at Damon. 

Damon didn't answer. He just looked over at me and shook his head. "We are not done with this conversation." He turned on his heel and stormed out of my office, bumping into Elliot on his way out. 

"What the hell was that about?" Elliot asked as he shut my office door and sat in one of the visitors chairs. 

I shrugged my shoulders and sighed loud. "I have no idea. First he comes up to the hotel room, and now my office-"

"He what!" Elliot screamed. 

Fuck. One thing Elliot was, was immensely protective of me. When he found out Bryson had cheated on me, it took a lot of begging from me to get him not to break all his limbs. He would do it, I know he would. "It was nothing, I promise. I'm just startled that he took a sudden interest. I mean you tell me that he was the one to start all the bullying and now he wont leave me alone." I threw my hands in the air. 

Elliot looked uncomfortable. "Yea, I don't get it either. But you should stay away from him, he's no good for you."

We talked for a little bit, but I noticed that he kept looking back at my office door every time there was a noise. "She's at lunch." I laughed. 

He turned back to look at me and tried to play it cool. "Huh? Who?"

I shook my head and smiled. "There's a little deli around the corner. Marco's Deli. I think you would really like the selection there." 

He smiled that cheesy goofy smile. "Alright sis, well I will talk to you later. I have to go have a surprise lunch date."

"Tell her she can have the rest of the day off!" I yelled before he could close the door. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon finalizing arrangements and payments for the event next month. It's a new hotel opening, and it is supposed to be the grandest in the city. The press and celebrities are going to be there. I'm excited since I invited Jeffrey and Monica. Having people I know at an event helps calm my business mode. Usually I get so focused at work that my face and body language screams unapproachable. I don't do it on purpose, I just get in the groove of things. 

After checking some emails, I grab my keys, and head out the door. I look around and see that I am the last one in the office. Usually Tracy is still here, but ever since her husband got home from Iraq, she has been leaving every day at noon. I've met him. He is head over boots in love with Tracy and her the same. I hope one day I can have that, but for now I think the single life will be better. 

I step into the elevator and just before the door closes, a hand opens them back up. "Savannah." He says, as he enters the elevator. I step back to allow room, but he stands directly in front of me, forcing my back against the wall. 

"Mr. Fernandez, do you have a problem with personal space?" I ask rudely. I mentally face palmed myself again. I am not a rude person. Especially to a client. I cleared my throat, and corrected my tone. "Mr. Fernandez, I would appreciate it if you would give me my space."

Damon smiled, and bit his bottom lip. He looked down at my eyes, then my lips. "Savannah." He whispered. He stepped closer to me and leaned down. Our faces inches apart. 

The elevator dings and the doors open. I side step and start to exit the elevator. "Good night, Mr. Fernandez."

I try to walk fast to my car in the parking garage, and see that there is a car blocking mine. I am parked along a wall so I can't even go around. "Are you serious?" I grunt. 

"I know you, Savannah. You runaway when I am trying to talk to you. Just like at the hotel. I invite you to breakfast, and you stand me up. Well not this time, you're going to talk to me." Damon spoke from behind me as he slowly walked closer. 

I couldn't do it anymore. My grip on my composure was weakening, and I couldn't control what I did next. I turned and yelled. "Who the hell do you think you are!!!" Damon stopped in his tracks and looked at me confused. "We are not in high school anymore, and you will NOT disrespect me, or my boundaries."

"Savannah." He spoke softly. His eyes pleading. 

"WHAT!" I screamed. "How dare you torment me in high school and now try to make a move on me! I am not some mousy little loser you can undermine. Now move your car, and stay the hell away from me!"

Tears were building in my eyes and I tried so hard to keep them from falling, but they betrayed me. Anytime I become overwhelmed or frustrated, I cry. Damon looked at me worried, and what he did next shocked the hell out of me. His jaw clenched tight, and he took long strides to me. He grabbed both my arms and pushed me against the pillar behind me. 

"NO." He screamed in my face. His hands moved from my arms and cupped my face. "I have been looking for you for eight years. I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU ALONE!" He lowered his head and bit my ear lobe. A traitorous moan left my lips. "I've wanted you since I was seventeen years old. You're not getting away from me again." He groaned and he clashed his lips on mine. 

His kiss was urgent, desperate, and full of heat and passion. It took a minute to process what was going on and when my brain finally started to work again, I struggled against him. Which was a mistake because I could feel his bulge in his pants. His HUGE bulge. When he wouldn't let me go I bit down hard on his lip and he finally let go. 

"OW, f**k!" He screamed. I tasted his blood on my lips and wiped it away. 

"What the hell is wrong with you!" I yelled. "Move your car!"

I got into my car and started the engine. I waited and watched as he smiled and finally climbed into his car and reversed. I drove off watching his smile grow bigger in my rear view mirror. "What the fuck." I whispered to myself. 

I drove home, and quickly went inside to shower and change. Once in my sweats and camisole, I put on Pandora, and made myself a quick dinner. After I ate and cleaned up I went to lay down and think. 

What the hell happened today? What did he mean he has been wanting me since I was fifteen? He was the one who tormented me! I don't care for that saying 'oh if he is picking on you then he likes you'. NO, f**k THAT. Normalizing boys being mean to show affection is bullshit. Then he kissed me. I always knew he would be a good kisser, but that was just beyond amazing. His lips were so soft, but dominating. He tasted so good, and his cologne invaded my senses. His hands held my face in place, and even though he was a little rough, it felt good. I don't know how I found the strength to fight what I really wanted, but I knew that what was happening was a mistake. I refused to just be another notch on his bed post. 

I laid down, and tried to clear my head. My phone rang and I looked to see I had a new email. 

Savannah, I wish I was emailing you to tell you how sorry I am that I crossed the line and kissed you, but that would be a lie. I don't regret it, and if I get the chance I plan on doing it again. I meant what I said, I've wanted you since high school and I tried to find you after you graduated. You are not getting away from me again. I'll see you tomorrow.  ;)

Damon.

I can't. No. He is so wrong for me, and I just got divorced, I am no where near ready to start anything with anyone. Yes, I crushed on him, but he was a bully and I was naïve and stupid. I'm not that girl anymore. And I refuse to be treated like this. 

Mr. Fernandez, if you refuse to stay professional then I will have no choice than to report you to the police. As you may remember my father is a cop and very respected in the force. They will not take too kindly to you forcing yourself on me, or inserting yourself in my life when clearly your advances are not wanted. I will not see you tomorrow. End of discussion.

Savannah.

Ha! That oughta show him! I pulled the blankets over my waist and snuggled more into my pillow. Tomorrow was my day off, and I planned on going on an early run through the park, come home and make breakfast, shower and then go out and do a little retail therapy. My happy thoughts were interrupted when my phone ringed again. 

Savannah, I plan on inserting myself in more ways than you could ever possibly imagine. 

Damon.

Oh that is it!!!! I sat up and turned my bedside light on. I unlocked my phone and dialed a number I haven't dialed in years. Usually I would just directly call the police or my dad, but I didn't want to alarm anyone if this could be handled quickly and quietly. I just wanted Damon to see I was serious.  

"Hello?" His sleepy voice said over the other end. 

"Santi." I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm so happy you have the same number."

I heard a little bit of shuffling and then his voice rang clearer and louder. "Sav, is that you?" 

I laughed a little and I felt more relieved, and safe. "Yea, can you come over tomorrow? I'll send you the address."

"What's wrong? You sound riled up, and its late." His voice sounded worried. I loved that Santiago was always able to read me so easily. "Send me the address now, I'll come right over."

He hung up before I could protest. So I sent him the address, and waited. I went to the kitchen to make some coffee, and reminisced about my relationship with my old boyfriend. I met Santiago when I was eighteen. It was my senior year of high school and even though I was still a little awkward, my hair wasn't as bad anymore and I got my braces out. Santiago's dad and mine worked together on a case and they became the best of friends. Soon Santiago started coming over every time his dad did, and we just sort of hit it off. We dated for six months before I broke up with him. He wanted to get physical and I wasn't ready. He never pressured me, and was really sweet but I felt that if I wasn't going to do that then he would find someone who would. Now that I think about it, it was kind of stupid. I haven't talked to him since the breakup and later found out from my dad, that he joined the army. He just got home last summer, and instead of re-enlisting, he got a job as a police officer in the same precinct as my dad. 

My doorbell rang, and my heart sped up. I wonder what he is like after all these years.