Chapter 7: The Chase Begins

Chapter 7: The Chase Begins

ANNABEL

I stared at him, my body cold at the sudden loss of his touch from my aching body.

How the fuck would he turn me on like that and ask me to leave? Leave my aching soul horny like this? It was so fucking cruel.

"Daddy…."

He hissed at my choice of words. He wasn't standing far neither was he standing close. I ached to touch him, feel him and have his tongue roaming all over my body while I scream his name loudly and whisper dirty things to him. I wanted to tell him exactly what I needed him to do to me.

"Bambi, this is inappropriate," he said, but his voice sounded strained and his eyes kept looking towards the door like he was fighting himself.

"You don't find me interesting enough?" I said, slowly standing up from the bed. My legs felt shaky but I forced myself to stand. Fuck inappropriate, he was just forty-three and I was just twenty-two.

Yes he was my father's best friend but we already crossed the fucking boundaries. We already tasted each other, felt each other, wanted each other so badly.

"Cazzo," I heard him whisper and I didn't really know what that meant and I didn't care to know.

The rejection burned through me and made my chest tight. I ran off from the room, towards my room and slammed the door behind me. I threw myself on the bed and buried my face in the pillows to muffle the frustrated scream that came out.

I tried to forget everything that had happened tonight but I knew that was not happening. I can't forget about him, not now, not ever. It was too late for that. He was under my skin, in my blood, consuming my every thought. The way he looked at me, touched me, kissed me like he was starving for me... and then pushed me away like I meant nothing.

The contradiction was driving me fucking insane.

DAMON

I watched her run from the room and every muscle in my body screamed at me to chase after her. I had to grip the edge of the table to stop myself from following, from pulling her back into my arms and finishing what we started. I have never felt myself restrain my body from taking an action so badly.

As the silhouette of her body disappeared in the dark, I slumped on the chair, my hands over my head and I thought about what I had done. What the fuck was I still wanting to do?

She was so tempting. The way her mouth always curves when she calls me Daddy makes my body twitch in a strange way and I just want to fill her mouth with my big fat cock for being a bad girl. I wanted to see those pretty lips wrapped around me, hear her gagging and moaning while I fuck her throat.

And she thinks I didn't want her? If she thinks so then my dick was not agreeing to that because it was so disgustingly hard that it hurts. All it needed was her soft warm hands to circle and stroke it and wrap it in her conniving mouth. Gosh the ecstasy just thinking about it.

"Fuck you Damon, why are you acting like a fifteen year old who had just received his first blow job."

I stood up, pacing like a caged animal. "Fuck it, I have fucked countless women, used and dumped women but I'm acting like I haven't had anyone."

I said to myself like I was mad at myself. But it wasn't just that. I haven't met anyone who made me lust over them that it shakes my entire day. She was different. Dangerous. She made me want things I had no business wanting.

I quickly stood up as I wore my sweat pants and put them on. I wasn't going to masturbate at the thoughts of her neither was I going to call a whore. That would even be worse because I will still think about her while fucking a whore.

No, I needed distance. I needed to stay the fuck away from her before I do something we'd both regret.

ANNABEL

The next morning, I woke up with a terrifying headache. I had lectures by 11 AM and it was already past nine in the morning. The combination of no sleep and sexual frustration had left me feeling like absolute shit.

I quickly took a calm shower, letting the water run over my body as I tried to wash away the memory of his hands on my skin. It didn't work. The water cascading down my curves only reminded me of how desperately I wanted his touch back.

I hurried downstairs and requested some Panadol from the maids. I was immediately given one. My head was pounding so hard I could barely see straight.

"Where's Da..Uncle Damon?" I asked the butler who stood at the edge of the other end of the table.

"The master is already off to work," he responded, gazing at me.

"Oh, what kind of business man is he?" I asked, curious about him. He hardly sat for breakfast, he hardly sat for dinner. Does he even eat at all or had he been avoiding me after the incidents that happened between us?

The thought that he might be running from me made my stomach twist.

"Well, that's not in my position to tell you. Master will be very kind to tell you his business." The butler responded.

I nodded my head as I hurried through my breakfast, barely tasting the food.

YES, I was right, he had been avoiding me.

For the past five days I hadn't seen Damon, he hadn't sent for me, not like he would and I haven't crossed his path and I wouldn't barge into his bedroom and be like "Hey, you have been avoiding me, did I do something wrong Mr Billionaire."

I rolled my eyes at my words. The avoidance was driving me crazy, making me question everything that happened between us.

"Annabel, are you okay?" A voice cut through my memory, it was Michael. We had turned out to be very good friends and he has been so helpful and it seems he's like the school's finest guy who was in fact the most quiet guy I have ever seen.

"No, I'm just thinking of the assignment we had, hoping it wasn't going to be as dreadful like the previous ones." I lied, hoping he doesn't see through my lies.

"Well, I can help you with it, if it's really bothering you." He said, and I almost fell for his words. He was so handsome and a gentleman and I would have considered dating him if he had asked me out and if I DON'T HAVE THIS THING WITH MR DADDY.

I emphasized the last part thoughtfully.

I chuckled at my thoughts, a grin flashing on my face.

"You have been feeling a lot livelier today, do you mind sharing what's making you so happy?" Michael said, as he gave me a concerned stare. I hadn't noticed I was laughing out loud.

"Oh, not really, are you sure the lecturer would still hold the class?" I asked and he proceeded to check his time.

"I really don't think so and it's almost thirty minutes behind, the class has been canceled." He said, standing up and stretching his hand towards me.

"I need to talk to you Anna." He said, his voice sounding serious yet gentle.

I gave him a concerned stare and grabbed his hands. As we walked through the hallway towards the car park.

"I know it sounds weird and it's too early and we just met…" My heart instantly began to beat. Was he about to ask me out? Was he going to kiss me? Was he in love with me? These thoughts kept ringing in my head and I felt excited, I couldn't pinpoint why.

"I want you to be my girlfriend, you don't need to respond now, you can think over it, I know we just met but we can get to know ourselves better while dating." He said in a rush, like he was scared of being rejected and I could see it in his eyes, panic and fear and I really felt concerned for him. No way was I going to reject him, he was a sweet boy and as well kind.

"I will think about it." I said, flashing a smile and I was shocked when he hugged me so tightly.

"Thank you." He whispered in my ears and I didn't feel a thing, I didn't feel any electrifying shit or anything, I felt normal. But I knew it wouldn't be the same if it was Daddy holding me like this. With Damon, every touch was fire, every breath made me crazy, every moment was pure desperate need.

The comparison made everything clear, even if it hurt a little.

"I won't be heading to the mansion." I said to the driver who had come to pick me up.

"Drive me to Mr Damon's office, I need to see him."

I said. If he was avoiding me intentionally, then I had to meet him intentionally. I felt my body shiver with excitement, especially at the thoughts of seeing him. At forcing him to look at me and acknowledge what was happening between us.

The driver nodded and as we pulled away from the university, I stared out the window trying to prepare myself for whatever was about to happen.

I was done running. Done pretending. Done letting him dictate whatever this was between us.

It was time to get some fucking answers.