Lechna_Baram

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. 

      "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

Masked Feelings

I woke up, expecting warmth around me. But there was none. I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was alone on the bed. Where did Damian go? I sat on the bed, I turned my head to look for the clock and when I saw none, I took my phone which was on the bed post. 


It was currently ten freaking a.m. Damian didn't wake me up because he knew that I was going to go to work. I rolled my eyes and quickly got out of bed. I was going to work. Even if I was going to be late, I needed to get to work. I pulled a blanket and wrapped it around me. I rushed to my room and noticed that the door was closed. I tried to open but it was locked. I quickly ran back to Damian's room and took my phone. How was I supposed to get access to my things which were in my room? I dialled Damian's number and waited for him to pick up the phone. 


"Yes?" his husky voice was soon heard. 


Chapter 48: Bad Idea