Poppy
Jake dragged me out of there as he cursed under his breath.
“That man was a creep; I don’t want you around him, Poppy.” He grumbled out as I limped as fast as I could to keep up with him.
“Jake... please-slow down,” my voice cracked as I felt a warmth start to pool underneath the bandages that were wrapped around my knee. He halted, turning in the middle of the parking lot. His eyes darted behind me, then back to me as he grabbed me, pulling me into him. Before I could protest, he shoved his mouth into me. Ugh, he’s a horrible kisser, especially when he’s mad.
I tried to purse my lips closed to stop him, but he forced his tongue into my mouth, anyway.
“Hmmmpf-Jake!” I shoved him off of me as I stumbled. “I’m not... your property to be marked, especially in the middle of a Walmart parking lot!” I choked on my own and his spit as I coughed. I grumbled as I winced, throwing my hand over my knee. Damn it, I’ve bled through my damn pants. I angrily hobbled to where Jake parked.
I leaned on his car for support as he pulled his keys out, walking up to me.
“Poppy, don’t get blood on my new car...” I dropped my jaw at him as those words rolled out of his mouth. Seriously!? I huffed as I tried to storm my way to the passenger seat. I stopped at the hood of the car, looking at the vehicle curiously. It seemed... slanted?
“What the f**k!?” Jake roared as he noticed the car’s tire was flat. He walked around to the passenger seat as his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
“WHO DID THIS!?” He raked his hands through his hair as he bared his teeth. I sighed, leaning on the hood. I was too distracted by my knee to care. I took in shaky breaths as I tried to roll my pant leg up. Jake pulled his phone out, dialing his father, I assumed, to tell him what happened.
“Ahem...” I jumped to the sound, turning to see Damian standing there. He looked over at the car.
“Seems ya in a bit of a... how do you guys say it? A pickle?” He shrugged, holding his bag from the store in his hand. I smiled at him as I felt beads of sweat form on my forehead. He folded his arms, sucking his teeth as he looked me up and down. Chills ran down my spine as he did so.
“Tell ya what, I can take you back home while your... friend?” He gestured toward Jake, who was staring at Damian as he was talking to someone on the other line. “Waits for a tow truck?”
“Um...” I chewed on my lower lip as I looked at Jake. He sneered at me as he shook his head no. You know what? f**k you Jake. Watch me ride off with another man.
“Sure,” I pushed off the car, limping slightly. Damian was at my side, offering me his arm as support, to which I eagerly took it. He escorted me to his car... wait a minute. He rides a motorcycle? I halted as he took my bags, placed them with his and set them in the packs on the sides of his bike. I... I’ve seen this bike before. He shot a glance at me, my being screamed at me to run back to Jake.
He picked up a helmet, then walked towards me, plopping it down on my head. That exotic woodsy smell engulfed my senses as my mind recalled this scent from last night.
“Um... Damian?” I questioned, my voice muffled by his helmet. He flicked the visor up and peered in at me.
“Yes?” The corner of his mouth slightly twitched into a grin.
“Did you happen to go to Tanzen last night?" I tugged at the ends of my shirt. He leaned back, chuckling.
“No mic rosu. I was busy working at my house last night.” He turned, hopping on his bike as he patted the rear seat for me. I took a wobbly step forward. My body ached and yelled at me to not go with this man, but something else was pulling me to him. I took in a deep breath as I went over, throwing my leg over and hopping on.
He reached up, grabbing my hands and guided them around his waist.
“Hold on tightly now Poppy.” His voice lowered to a point that made my stomach lurch.
“Um... I never told you my name,” I whispered out as I felt his chest tighten up.
“Your mother kept saying it when I was installing your cable a couple of months ago.” He kicked his kickstand up, straddling the bike as he started it. I held on tightly as we went forward.
This was the first time for me being on these kinds of things. I normally wouldn’t have taken a ride from a stranger, but I really didn’t want to be around Jake any longer. And with his car troubles, he might not even stay the night. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as Damian leaned, turning a corner at an alarming rate. I held on tighter as the wind whipped around me. We drove by that creepy house; I turned my head, looking away from it.
We slowly pulled down the access road on Clover Lane that led up to my house. He turned the bike off, planting the stand down as he hopped off, offering a hand. I slipped my fingers into his palm as I started to breathe heavily. That ride was exciting and this man... he was exuding a dangerous aura, but it was... I quickly took the helmet off, gasping as I felt my face flush.
“Um- this way Mr. Locke.” I shyly smiled as I tugged my shirt down. He placed the helmet down on his bike as he removed my bags for me and carried them to the entrance. Mom left the door unlocked, allowing easy access. Jeez, no wonder why I have a stalker. I face palmed myself as I pointed to the table for Damian to set the bags.
“Excuse me, Mr. Locke, I need to go... change. If you need anything, just yell!” I smiled as I waved to him. I needed to get out of his presence, and I needed to do it now. My brain was yelling at me in danger, but my body was betraying, like last night.
I quickly exited the living room, which was placed right at the entrance. I made my way to the left, past the back door that led out to the guest house I lived in. I then turned left, entering the laundry room that was placed right by the guest room and a computer room that was next to a small staircase that led upstairs to my mother’s living space.
I opened the door, limping into the small laundry area. I shifted through my clothing I just did, finding a pair of short-shorts for me to slip into so I wouldn’t bleed into anymore pants. Leaning on the washer, I struggled to wiggle out of my sweats, cursing as I almost fell over. I finally ripped off the pants, tossing them into the washer. I was bent over the washer as my body froze. My eyes drifted to the right, where the door opened, realizing I didn’t shut it. Damien stood there, staring with his arms folded across his chest.
“HEY!?” I squeaked out, pushing back from the washer as I tried to cover myself up with my shorts. He didn’t say a single word, he just stood there... staring. My throat grew a lump as all the moisture left it.
“Um... pl-please turn around?” I barely got the words out as I tried to put my shorts on. His expression looked pained, causing confusion to rise within me, which was then replaced with fear as he took a step forward.
“Can-Can I... help you?” I finally got my legs through my shorts, pulling them up. I sucked in a breath as the fabric hit my knee, causing me to close my eyes for just a second. Gasping, I fell backward into the wall as Damian loomed over me, his chest above my face. I slowly put my hands up between us as he pushed his body into me.
The air was filled with my panicked breathing as I heard nothing come from him. He moved ever so slightly, causing my hands to land on his abdomen. I expected an intense heat from him, but all I felt was cold. I bit my lip, turning my head away as I could see his arousal through his pants. Oh, my god... there’s no way.... Stop! I shook my head before I finished those devious thoughts. I just met the man; I only exchanged a few sentences with him... I couldn’t, possibly...
I struggled to breathe as my head was tilted up towards his burning gaze. His blue eyes bore into mine and appeared to be glowing as he spread my legs with his knee, pressing it into my groin. I gasped as I firmly placed my hands on his abs.
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