I was wet as hell , reaching for his pants yanking them. I wanted them off. He moved my hands and walked out, a chuckle leaving his grin while he was ...walking. The door shut. Fuck! I was angry, horny, vulnerable, exposed. Gathering my thoughts and my clothes. I cant believe I was going on a trip with this nigga. I was putting shirts, shorts, and dresses neatly in my LV duffle bag. I was lost, grabbing toiletries, shoes, everything for my trip with the devil. A shower was calling my name. Ding,. It was open so I walked in. I could hear him playing guitar upstairs and singing. With a sigh, I walked up. I softly knocked on his door and said, ‘Damian, can I come in?’ ‘Belle?’ I walked in. ‘Hi…’ he whispered. ‘Hey.’ I replied. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I couldn’t help but stare at his chiseled six-pack. ‘Where are your mom and dad?’ ‘Anniversary… They’re at a hotel.’ ‘Oh…’ I caught him staring at my chest too. ‘Belle what are you doing here? You said we were taking a break.’ I. That's when the world changed for me forever.There was a lot on the tape, most of which was Sally talking on the phone to Phil Sutton. They were making plans for the evening and Sally promised to make it worth his while if he would take her to the theater to see the latest play. She laughed and generally acted like a school girl, giggling and simpering and making me sick. There was a gap of several hours and then he must have come to the door since I heard the doorbell. Sally was already ready. I'd let her have a taste of liquor at home, and was pretty sure she and her friends had gotten drunk on occasion. She turned to the maitre d'. "It's our anniversary tonight. We're going to have a lot to celebrate."The man started fussing over us, and I had to admit her lies had gotten us perks we might not have had otherwise. They kept the champagne flowing, and Molly's hazel eyes glittered like glass in the candlelight. Her cheeks were flushed and she laughed too hard at everything I.