LOVE IN CROSSFIRE

THE GOLDEN EYE GUY

“Damian?” I called out softly.

I knew it was him. I could place that voice anywhere, even if I was asleep.

“You weren't expecting me again, right?” Damian's voice asked.

I heaved a long sigh of relief. First, because I wasn't about to be killed in a dark room because I was desperate for money. Secondly, because at least I was in safe hands.

“Could you at least switch on the light, please?”

He didn't say anything. There was a grave silence for seconds.

Then suddenly, the lights came on. I saw him. He was seated against the headboard, propped up by a pillow.

I took off my shoes and sat by the edge of the bed.

“You missed me, didn't you Rora?” He teased, as he picked up a glass of wine by the stool beside the bed.

What did he mean by, I missed him? I didn't just miss him, I dreamt about him every single night. But I wasn't going to give him the luxury of feeling like he was very important.

“I didn't know you were going to be my client tonight.” I said.

“Yeah. I'm Damian, I take people by surprise.”

He got up from the bed, poured out another glass of wine and passed it to me.

“Thank you.” I said, then took a sip. “I thought you don't repeat women, Damian.”

He smirked, lean in closer to me and said in a way that almost made shiver, “You must have left an impression, Querida.”

Left an impression? If I did, why did he pay just five hundred? I was almost tempted to ask him that but I shoved the thought away. But I thought of the fact that I could make a lot of money from tonight. If anything, I wanted to get enough cash for Corey's surgery. I was going to make this deal worth it.

“My Lady…” He teased, beaming an evil smile.

I was nervous, and I couldn't place why. But I pretended to be unfazed. “Can we get to the business of the night already?”

He smiled darkly, “Are your demons that hungry?” He teased.

No, my demons weren't exactly hungry this time— my bank account was.

He moved closer to me, and pushed me back slowly, easing me on to the bed. His tongue teased my body. It trailed from my earlobes, down to my cleavage. My pulse quickened, my stomach tightened. “You're gon’ please my demons today, Rora.”

He kept teasing me body with his tongue, and I could feel my demons awaken. “Damian…” I whispered softly, almost in a moan.

He lifted his face from my body, and looked at me. “You don't want to ask me to stop, Rora. Or do you?”

I shook my head. I knew I had to please his demons to get a good pay. Also, my demons were enjoying everything he was doing.

His hands and lips teased my body, while he took off my clothes slowly. Everything he did was deliberate, he just wanted to be fully desperate for his thrust.

I hated that I wanted more of it, more of him too. I hated that I was liking this stupid sin.

He took off his shirt, and continued teasing me with his lips. My hands were pinned to his back, while I moaned softly. His lips found it way to mine. I didn't hesitate, I took it in with everything in me. The kiss was slow and steady at first, but then I kissed like I'd been starving for this for years.

He pulled back slowly, his breath was stick hot against my lips and he said softly, “I like that you do kisses now.”

Embarrassment filled my face, but the hunger for more made me arch under him. I pulled him in again for a kiss, and we continued hungrily.

My heart thundered as he moved away from my face, his hands slid lower parting my legs. His fingers teased my c**t softly, and I let out a moan of pleasure. “Damian please…” I said, gasping for breathe.

He smiled wickedly, and filled me in immediately. Every thrust got me moaning harder and harder. The room spun and I couldn't place anything but the pleasure I felt. Doing this with Damian was a peaceful as doing it with Cal—it almost never felt like sin.

I gave in to that moment with everything in me. At that point it wasn't just about satisfying my demons or making the money, it was about the pleasure I felt. Damian took me to cloud nine.

He was sift and gentle, he made every moment worth it. He f*cked me to the points where I might never have you forget him in my life.

My nails dig into his back at some point, I moan, screamed and begged for what I didn't understand. “Damian, please….”

“Say it again, Rora.” He growled, while increasing the pace of the thrust.

“Damian….” I said weakly. I felt him release into me, with every surge of pleasure. He let out a loud moan and laid on his back, pulling me close to him.

We didn't say anything to each other, but we could hear ourselves breath against each other's chest. My heart was still pounding hard and hard. By the time sleep finally stole me, I was a wrecking ball, my body was still trembling and my heart was beating like it was on a race. I clung onto Damian so tight, and he made sure I was comfortable.

When morning came, I woke to find myself tugged into bed neatly. It made me smile, nobody did that for me. Then I turned around to search for Damian, but there was no sign of him.

I got up, searched the restroom but there was no trace of him. I looked at the clock on the world and it read eight o'clock. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed and found my way into the bathroom.

I had a class for eight, and it was dead sentence to miss that class. That lecturer was sent directly from hell.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I checked my phone countless times for an alert—but there was none.

“What the hell?” I muttered. “Still nothing?”

I got dressed and got out in a rush. I had to get to my house first, before heading to school because I couldn't wear what I had on to school. Plus law school bad its own sacred dress code of black and white. By the time I got to class, I was already late—very late.

The lecturer's eyes caught me immediately I opened the door. When she opens her mouth, I knew it was trouble.

“Miss Coolman, you're late. Again. What are surprise.” She said.

I heard chuckles from my peers, and it was very annoying. I wished I missed the class instead. I quietly walked to an empty seat without looking at anyone. The goal to keep my head high, and not give them satisfactory of the mockery they gave me.

“Aurora Coolman, I have a very realistic question for you.” The teacher said again. My stomach tightened, I wished I could disappear.

Then she continued, “Tell me, Aurora, are you certain you want to graduate law school? Because from where I'm standing, you've turned out be nothing but an unserious distraction.”

The room went quiet for seconds, and all eyes were on me. I could hear myself gulp my spit in severally due to anxiety.

I felt offended. What did she mean by I was nothing but an unserious distraction? I clenched my jaw. And I responded, trying to sound most polite. “I'm serious, ma'am.”

She scoffed, walked to my seat and narrowed her eyes on me. “You call your current actions serious? Coming in almost an hour late? You barely concentrate in class and your grades are going down. You call that being serious, huh?”

Someone behind snickered. I didn't want to know who it was but I turned around and shot everyone a glare.

But this woman wasn't done, she continued. “Law is about discipline, commitment and sacrifice. From the look of things, Miss Coolman, you lack almost three of those.”

I was clearly pissed, but I tried so hard to swallow my pride and hide my fury. “I respect this profession, Ma'am. This is what I want.”

She smiled mockingly and said, “It's not about wanting, my dear. You've got to show up and show it. It's either you show up prepared or you don't show up at all.”

Then she walked away to the front of the class to continue her lecture.

My mates were still staring at me. I wanted to disappear, but this particular issue in class was the last thing on my mind. I needed my money. I pulled out my home from my bag and checked for an alert but there was none.

“Motherfucker!” I hissed under my breath. “With everything I did? Not even five hundred this time? The f**k, Damian. Son of a b***h!”

The lecturer threw a gaze at me. “Miss Coolman, care to share your thoughts with the class?”

My stomach tightened, “Sorry ma'am. I was revising in my head.”

“In your head? Your mouth is not your head. Please revise silently.”

The whole class bursted out laughing. I rolled my eyes and tried so hard not to cry or scream.

I had to get through to Cal. In fact, I was pissed at Cal for sending me to Damian the second time without prior notice.

And Damian? He used me. He actually fucken used me.