Forty-five minutes later the Hummer coasted down a private road to an estate framed with a set of eight foot high wrought iron gates and a solid stone wall of equal height. Another Limousine was just allowed entry by two security guards stationed at the gates. They just waved the Hummer through, obviously knowing who was in it.Anna eyed the tall gates as the car slid through, “Afraid of visitors, Mr. Baal.” She smiled and stated it in a joking manner, although she was being sarcastic.He didn’t miss the sarcasm, “I have nothing to hide.” He locked his gaze on hers, ”I’m not afraid of much of anything Anna.” He purposely used her first name“I can understand that Damon.” She dropped the formality as he had. “But isn’t that the price for fame.”Liya’s eyes shot to Anna, catching the tone in her voice. Damon squeezed her hand reassuringly. He managed to give her a cold smile, “You ever pull a journalist out from under your bed?”“Your bed?” Liya and Aya said i
Damon entered his study where Liya still lay in a peaceful sleep. He approached her and went down on one knee in front of the couch watching her for a moment. He then followed Amon’s movement by gently turning her head to one side exposing her neck. He traced a path down her neck with his fingertips. “For someone who usually knows how to handle just about anything, I’m at a loss when it comes to you.” His answer was slow rhythmic breathing. He lowered his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.“You should be more careful, Damon on openly showing her.” Amon suddenly vaporized behind him.Damon remained unmoved. It had taken him centuries to get used to Amon’s sudden appearances. Another long developed talent of his was being able to sense Amon before this happened. He was too preoccupied with Liya and never felt him arrive.Amon knew this, “You are becoming a danger to yourself.”“I know.” Damon stood to face Amon.Without warning, Amon raised one of his boney
Damon had his back to her when she first hopped in. Now he turned to face her, his shirt unbuttoned, “Lost?” He tilted his head slightly, not the least bit surprised that she was there.She shook her head, her eyes probing his naked chest. He was perfect, she thought. What a gorgeous body. From his thick chest to his flat rippled abs, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. It made Aya itched to run her hands down the sprinkle of hair that splayed over his upper half. Hell, she’d like to trail her fingers down the thin ling of hair that dissected his flat stomach to disappear into the waistline of his expensive slacks.“Hiding from an angry wife?” he said doing his best not to display the disgust in his expression from reading her thoughts.She looked up at him, a sensual smile slid across her lips, “Not quite” Her voice slurred a little.“I’m running out of guesses Aya. What’s left doesn’t leave much to be desired.” It
Late afternoon the next day, Liya crawled out of her bed. She looked over to the other bed in her dorm room and it was occupied. Liya also came home. She must’ve not found herself a date for the night. She wasn’t sure if Anna had made it home or not. She last saw her with Nathan and remembered seeing him later in the evening, but not Anna. However, the way she was hanging off him made her know that they had something going. However, there were a huge amount of people there, she didn’t remember seeing Aya later either. Damon must’ve sent her home in the car like he did with her but she was so tired she didn’t hear her come in.She was still stinging from Anna’s words. It was just so unbecoming of her. Part of her was angry at her, besides being curious to the sudden change in attitude. However, she never went out with her before, except that first night she met Damon. Maybe she was like this around men. She walked to the window that looked out onto the street and park below
That evening Liya finished a term paper in the library then went back to her dorm room to get some studying done. Aya was gone when she returned, most likely out with friends. She sat cross-legged in a chair at her desk and chewed the end of her pencil thinking of Damon and wondering if he was thinking of her. This was no way to get any work done, she scolded herself. She stared out the window at the fading daylight, and suddenly realized she’d spent most of the day daydreaming. However, she was thankful that she at least got one paper done. She hadn’t heard from Damon all day and let the thoughts creep into her head that she’d turned him off her the previous night. If she really thought about it, she cried, fainted and acted very needy. She blushed at the incidents. No wonder she could never get a date, some fun she was. Not only that her two friends were so much prettier and were probably better entertainment than she was. At least they knew how to treat and act around a
Monday morning proved difficult to crawl out of bed at seven to meet her eight o’clock class of chemistry. There was a lump in Aya’s bed under the covers. Obviously she finally came home. Liya actually stopped to ponder why someone would take such an opportunity to get an education for granted. Sighing and shaking her head she turned away not wanting to think anymore on the subject. Aya was her friend.Liya was still very tired but was able to make her first class with a few minutes to spare. She even managed to quickly rifle through the boxes still piled on the floor in front of her closet and found a nice summery soft green blouse, white above the knee skirt adorned with small daisies, and white sandals. She quickly glanced in the mirror to fix her hair and decided to leave it down like Damon preferred.Nathan stood under a tree in the park across from her dorm building as Liya skipped down the stairs. He had dismissed Julian and took up the task of watching Liya. Jul
That night, Nathan entered Damon’ room, his ritual brandy held in his hands. Damon wasn’t awake yet. The deep slumber doesn’t end until the sun fully sets. He set the glass on the bedside table and searched Damon’ closet to prepare his clothes for him. He then switched on the television so Damon could watch the evening news. Damon seemed to always want to know what was going on in the world while he was asleep. Nathan pulled the drapes back from the bed and secured them against the posts. These protected Damon from any sunlight that could escape through the heavy opaque blinds. It was just an extra precaution. Nathan then walked over to the fireplace and lit a fire to heat up the room. Though hot or cold temperatures didn’t bother Damon, he still wanted the image of warmth.When he was done he turned back toward the bed. Damon was up and already dressed, sipping his glass of brandy. He never made a sound.Nathan didn’t hear him, he never did, even with his acute hearing. “Good evening
Ian had meant a lot to her. He could feel her pain, but she didn’t know what love was, he did. That is why he refused to fall into her deliberate trap. She wanted something from him. He probed her thoughts again. A small inkling of curiosity floated through to him, however, nothing about Liya. He himself was feeling badly for Ian’s fate. It was because of him that Amon took his rage out on him. Ian’s only vice was that he was curious and stumbled in on something he shouldn’t have. Damon studied Kaye’s features for a moment and refused to be lured in by her again. He couldn’t risk letting her know about Liya. Although, he could comfort her. He approached her and gathered her into his arms, “I’m sorry for your loss Kaye, but there is nothing I can do about that.”“Why Damon.” She looked up at him through watery eyes.“Because it is out of my hands.” His gaze went to the dark sky outside.Nathan found Emily’s apart