The Devil's Looking Glass

Your Green is Showing

Genevieve

I huffed, as I plopped down into the seat next to Tammy. Her eyes wide as she grabbed onto my arm.

"What happened, Geni?"

I crossed my arms and turned to her in the booth. "You knew? You knew it was him and didn't say anything?"

She shifted her body towards mine, to look me straight in the eyes. "What are you talking about, Geni? That it was Damien? Yes, I knew it was him. What is the big deal?"

Shit. It came back now. f*****g alcohol. Tammy knew about what happened that night but had no idea who it was with. I had been way too embarrassed to tell her that part. I had told her it was some guy from another school that I had never met before and didn't know his name.

Thank the gods for liquid courage.

"You remember me telling you about the guy that I almost lost my virginity to?"

I didn't elaborate. I didn't want to talk about it in more detail and I knew she would know exactly what I was referring to.

It was a one time thing. I hadn't come close since.

"Mmmhm" She said as she nodded her head. "I remember. f*****g d**k. I wish I could rip his f*****g d**k off for what he did to you."

I nodded in agreement. "Well, looks like we now have our chance." I pointed at Damien.

Tammy lost her f*****g mind. She jumped up on the seat, standing, jumping up and down as she screamed. "Damien? That was Damien Vanderbrooke?"

My face went red as I grabbed her arm and pulled her down back onto her ass, in the booth. I chanced a glance sideways and sure as s**t, there was Tommy and Damien both looking back at us. They heard. Of course, they did.

"Tammy!" I hissed, "Shut the f**k up!"

She swayed drunkenly and covered her mouth with her hand as she let out a small giggle. "Right. Indoor voice. I forgot."

She then moved to slide under the table and out of the booth. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back up.

"What the f**k are you doing?" I whisper shouted at her.

"What the f**k do you think? I'm going to rip off his dick." She made another move to slide under the table and out of my grasp. 

I gripped her arm tightly and hauled her back up, thanking the gods that this b***h hardly weighed anything. "Tammy! No! We are not doing that! He doesn't remember me. He can't. I don't want him to know."

"Then you have to make him pay another way." She grumbled out as she crossed her arms over her chest and heaved down lower into her seat with a loud harrumph.

"How?" I sighed, grabbing my drink and finishing what was left in the glass.

Suddenly she bolted upright, straightening her back, holding her head up high and grabbed my arm. "He wants you. I was watching. Like insanely wants you."

I nodded and couldn't help the small giggle that escaped. The alcohol was definitely running its course and I was getting a little past tipsy. "You should have felt what I felt when we were dancing. He was rubbing his d**k all over my ass and he was hard as f**k. Like, steel hard. I didn't even know they could get THAT hard."

She threw her head back laughing loudly, gathering attention from everyone close to our table. She stopped laughing and turned her head back to me, the most devilish glint in her eyes. "Tommy has been chasing you for years..."

I nodded my head, my gaze drifting back to their table, noticing both Tommy and Damien were still watching us.

"So, get up in that." She stated, pointing a finger in their direction, moving it in a small circle.

"No. Tammy. I'm not about to lose my virginity just to get back at the f*****g dickhead who ruined my life."

She smiled at me sweetly. "No. That's not what I mean. Go over there and flirt like you have never flirted before. Touch him. Hell, kiss him if you must. But let Damien know that he doesn't stand a f*****g chance with you."

A smile slowly formed on my lips as I consider what she was saying.

Now, if I was sober, there was no way in hell I would have gone along with this. But my alcohol-soaked brain decided that what she was saying was like pure gold and the best idea I had ever heard in my life. I jumped up out of my seat, grabbed her hand and started dragging her towards their table. She reached back, quickly grabbing her drink, spilling some as I drug her along.

I stopped so suddenly before them, that Tammy ran into my back, throwing me forward. I was now bent over at the waist, my upper body pressed to the table.

I rolled with it.

I turned my body slightly to face Tommy, placing my elbow on the table, my cheek in my hand. I fluttered my eyelashes and smiled sweetly at him. "Hi, Tommy. Long time no see."

Tammy snorted loudly behind me then rushed to pull up a chair to the table on the side opposite me, grinning like a damn lunatic.

Tommy showed me his toothiest grin possible, placing his own cheek in his own palm and then mimicked my eyelash flutter. "Well, hello there gorgeous Geni. Oh, how I have missed your beautiful face."

I heard a grunt coming from behind me. Damien was not happy. Perfect.

My sweet smile turned into a full-on grin. "Mind if we join you?"

Tommy's eyes lit up. "f**k yeah, you can join us! I will grab you a chair!"

Before he could move, I was up off the table and in his lap, with lightning speed, nearly knocking us both over.

"Found one." I said as I turned sideways to face him, his arms automatically wrapping around my waist.

A low growl came from the opposite side of the table. All three of us turned to Damien. His mouth was clamped shut, in an extremely tight thin line, his jaw clenched. His silver blue eyes turning a darker shade of grey, hard and piercing as he glared at both Tommy and I.

I dramatically swung my face back to Tommy's, my hair spilling out across my back and the table as I placed one hand on his chest. "You know Tommy, I was thinking about you the other day."

He wiggled his eyebrows at me, making me laugh. "Oh yeah?"

"Mmmmmhmmmm." I lowered my voice to a seductive, near whisper tone but making sure it was loud enough for Damien to still hear. "I was in the bath. All soapy, slippery and wet. I found my hands wandering as well as my mind..."

Suddenly there was a loud scrape of a chair and a crash behind me. I whipped my head around to see Damien now standing, chest heaving, his once occupied chair flipped over backwards on the floor.

"You're drunk." He stated through clenched teeth.

I turned back to Tommy. His eyes meeting mine, still smiling but not as brightly. "How much have you had to drink?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

I grinned and held up my hand, lifting one finger at a time as I tried to count in my head. When my second hand joined, he laughed softly and pulled my hands to my sides.

"Baby, you have no idea. This is like a fantasy come to life. But I can't take advantage of you while you have been drinking." He gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Aaaawwwwwweeeeeeeee" Tammy was leaning over the table with both of her hands cupped around her cheeks, staring at Tommy dreamily.

I was pretty sure there were hearts dancing around her eyeballs for a brief moment. Or maybe that was the alcohol drowning my brain again. I hadn't figured it out yet.

I felt two firm hands on either side of my hips and before I knew it, I was off of Tommy's lap and standing back on my own two feet. I swayed uneasily but was steadied by the man behind me.

"Let's get out of here, Angel. We can share a cab." He grabbed my hand. When I looked up at him, I saw double.

"Two Damenems?" I whimpered. "Like one ishnt enough!" I pulled my hand away and folded my arms over my chest. Immediately I was regretting the sudden movement.

My head started to spin, and I stumbled sideways. Damien quickly grabbed me with one arm around my waist. He was now talking to Tammy and Tommy, but my mind couldn't seem to comprehend it. Alcohol was definitely in full effect now.

Suddenly I felt weightless, and a warm hard pillow was pressing to the side of my face. There was a cool breeze around me, making me shiver. I snuggled closer to the pillow, burrowing my face in and breathing deeply. The calming scent of spicy, woody sweet goodness filled my nostrils and I sighed softly, rubbing my cheek against the hard pillow. I mumbled something incoherently, I'm not sure what as my brain had turned off for the night.

I was moving again. Pausing here and there, before I felt myself float down into my soft bed. I had a brief thought of Damien as my eyelids fluttered open then closed again in the dark, a smile spreading across my face. I reached out for my pillow and pulled it closer, mumbling, once more inhaling its mouthwatering scent.

"Can't get you hard, hm? Proved you wrong, Damien f*****g Vanderbrooke."

In my drunken stooper, I decided those three little words were becoming the most used words in my vocabulary.

Blackness took over.

Damien

Watching her sit on Tommy's lap was driving me f*****g crazy. I was pissed. More than pissed. I felt like I was going to explode. The moment she hinted at touching herself while thinking of Tommy, I was done. I jumped out of my chair so quickly, it flew back behind me and fell to the floor.

"You're drunk." I stated. I had to get her the f**k out of here. While her and Tommy discussed how much she had had to drink, I turned to Tammy and raised an eyebrow.

She threw her hands up in the air, shrugging, not knowing either. Great. They are both drunk.

I stepped over to Tommy, grabbing Geni by the waist and lifted her easily off of him, planting her firmly on the ground. She looked like she was going to fall over. I rolled my eyes. Way too f*****g drunk.

I told my angel that I was taking her home, reached into my pocket and pull the necessary cash out of my wallet and threw it on the table. I saw Geni about to fall over and reached out for her, steadying her once more. "That's to cover the girls tab and the cab ride home. Get Tammy home safely. I got this one."

I reached down and hooked one arm under her knees, the other behind her shoulders and lifted her into my chest, bridal style. I walked quickly to the exit, grateful to the bouncer who wished us a good night and held the door for us.

My sweet, sweet angel was now grasping my shirt in her fists, rubbing her face against my chest, moaning softly. I stopped while waiting for the cab. I had ordered it with an app before telling her we were leaving.

She was still rubbing her face against me, mumbling about how amazing I smelt and how I was good enough to eat. I couldn't help but chuckle. My d**k twitched slightly but thank goodness we avoided Angel Mode. I think enough people had witnessed that tonight.

The cab arrived and we were in front of our houses in a short amount of time. Had I not had a very wasted, gorgeous woman to take care of, I would have just walked home.

I tried to ask about her keys, but she just kept mumbling things I couldn't understand. I realized that her purse must still be back at the bar, most likely behind the bar or somewhere safe. She definitely seemed the type to think ahead like that.

With a sigh, I moved up my front porch, fumbling as I tried to get my keys, unlocked the front door and opened it, all while trying to juggle my beautiful angel. I took her upstairs and placed her on my bed.

I would take the guest bed tonight.

I went to move away from her, but she held tightly to my shirt, pulling me close.

"Mine." She mumbled as she buried her face back into my chest. "Can't get you hard, hm? Proved you wrong, Damien f*****g Vanderbrooke."

The words were soft, yet clear. I looked at her, confused.

What the f**k was that supposed to mean?