**ROSEANA**
“Damon! "I shrieked. Damon's fist landed on Lavigne's face.
I quickly approached Damon and pulled his arms away from Lavigne, but he didn't even budge. He didn't even move from where he was standing.
I can feel his tensed muscles. He is heaving up and down with rage. I can feel his anger with his violent blow of air and his hand tightly balled into a fist. His knuckles turned almost white.
I can't quite figure out why he suddenly punched Lavigne. Lavigne did nothing wrong. Besides, violence should never be an option for solving one's misunderstanding.
When I turned to look at Lavigne, he was now holding the jaw that Damon had punched. Although he had been punched, the annoying grin still did not disappear from his face. Is he really looking for body pain? With his grin, he seemed to annoy Damon even more, challenging him.
"What a greeting you have there, Salvestre."
I closed my eyes tightly as Lavigne started walking towards us. Damon remained silent behind me; I could feel his anger in his every look. I step up between them, afraid that they will fight again.
"Lavigne..." I warned in a stern voice. I know what he is doing. He is adding fuel to the fire. He very well knows how short-tempered Damon is.
Lavigne's gaze turned to me when she heard the threat in my voice. I wanted to erase the smile on his face when he looked at me. He even tried to make his gaze toward me soft.
My breathing hitched when I felt Damon's calloused hands encircling my waist. I can feel the tightness of his grip on my tiny waist, and I am afraid he can tear my dress at any minute.
I tilted my head to look back at him, which I instantly regretted when I met his cold stare. He gives me goosebumps. He looked calm, but he couldn't hide the tightening of his chiseled jaw from me. He only restrained the explosion of his anger. That made me even more nervous.
He gave Lavigne a nasty look before leading me out of that restaurant. His hand was still firmly on my waist.
The crowd parted into two as Damon confidently walked out of the restaurant. His cold eyes with a hint of violence are reason enough for people to avoid that. Even the guards did nothing when we passed in front of him.
I was about to turn to the restaurant when I heard the violent roar of Damon's voice. "Don't even try to look back, Roseana. I am already mad as I am." Laced with his skin-shivering voice, the threat that lies beneath it
Sighing, I just obeyed his order. I didn't even attempt to increase his temper. I zipped my mouth. I left it to him when he slightly pushed me into the passenger's seat.
He was quiet. I am giving him side glances. He drove the car fast. His car almost flew, and he didn't pay attention to the traffic lights. I closed my eyes tightly and held my seatbelt tightly.
My whole body trembled when his car almost hit the guardrail on the road. I braced myself. "S-Slow down, Damon," I said. I did my best not to stutter, but I still failed.
I couldn't stop the sobs that escaped my mouth, as I feared not only for my life but also for Damon's life. I feel like I'm going to get traumatized because of how fast he drives.
Damon quickly looked at me, and his dark face grew bolder when he saw the tears running down my cheeks. His jaw clenched. He pulled the car over, and then his dead eyes stared at me.
I tried to stop the tears that were constantly flowing down my cheeks, but every time I wiped them, new ones came out of my eyes. I used my two hands to wipe my tears but to no avail. I looked like a kid who couldn't stop crying, with my cheeks flushed and my tiny hands trying to stop my tears.
The strong beating of my heart and the trembling of my whole body were due to nervousness and fear. Nervous and scared because of Damon's reckless driving and because of his expressionless face.
"Stop crying." Damon's voice was harsh. I heard the roughness and anger in his voice. He is gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles are almost white as if he is trying to divert his anger to that poor steering wheel instead of me.
He growled lowly. "Roseana..." he mentioned my name again. His brows are knitted in anger, while his hawk eye can almost cut me into pieces with how sharp a dagger glare he is giving me. I just want to hide behind the car.
"Y-You a-are driving so fast," I said in a small voice. I would like to add that his seriousness and his silence added to my fear, but I just kept my mouth shut.
I bowed as I waited for him to answer. I sat straight, and I was trying my best to keep my eyes on the fingers that were on my lap.
"I am mad, Roseana. Damn, mad.” After a few minutes of silence, he spoke in a low and controlled voice. His rugged breaths reach my ears as if he is calming himself so that I won't be afraid, but he is having a hard time.
I slowly looked in his direction. His head was leaning on the seat. He also left his seatbelt on; maybe he didn't want something to restrain him from moving. Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Beads of sweat are forming on his forehead. The three buttons on his long sleeves were open. He folded his long sleeve up to his arm, making it easier for me to see the evident veins on his arm down to his hand.
Even though I was scared, I plucked up my courage and spoke. "How can I help you calm down?" I ask. First, I made sure I didn't stutter.
I tried to stop myself from wiping the sweat from his face, but my hand moved automatically. It was like a normal thing to do for my body that I already gotten used to; that's why before I could even think of my action, I did it.
I felt his muscles tighten at what I did. I thought he was going to harshly remove my hand for touching him. He just gripped my hand; he opened his eyes, and I was welcomed by a flaring dark orb of him. His way of looking at me was making my whole system tremble.
His jaw clenched when his eyes settled on my knuckles that Lavigne had kissed earlier. I wanted to take my hand back from his grip because it looked like my action was the wrong decision because instead of calming down, Damon's mood only got worse. By the looks he is giving my knuckles, I have this thought that he might break them.
"Sit on my lap."
My breathing hitched when Damon, sparing a little force, easily lifted me from my seat and made me sit on his lap. He didn't even have a hard time doing that. I inhaled sharply when he pulled up the hem of my dress, exposing my legs, and without thinking, he squeezed it.