3 chapter 4

The next day, Damien woke up to a knock on his door. He looked at the clock on his table and groaned. 5:30 am. Seriously? These people know nothing about respecting people's times. Jesus fuck. He knew that it wasn't Lie since she wakes up at about 6:30 almost every single day so it was Michael. Most probably. He will knock Michael down if it was him.

He didn't even bother wearing a shirt over his boxers. He just blindly walked towards the door and yanked it open, ready to yell at Michael. But it wasn't Michael. Nor was it Lie. He knew even when this woman looked exactly like Lie. This woman had Lie's chocolate brown eyes, her dark, wavy locks, and even the shape of her lips but this was not Lie at all. Plus the clothes were a clue too. Lie would never have worn such a skimpy and short dress, would she?

The white dress embraced those curves that no one would have seen in Lie. Her breasts pushed against the fabric as if threatening to spill out in one wrong move, and her thighs threatened to rip the dress from down low too.

"Yes?" he asked grumpily. "Is something wrong?"

"Isn't this… Lie's room?" the woman asked, already pushing past him. "I'm Morganna Ford Fitzgerald, Calliope's older sister." As if that was enough explanation to her trespassing, she smiled sweetly at him. But it wasn't as innocent as Lie's smile would have. This woman was definitely the flip side of Lie.

"Calliope?" So that was her real name. She only wrote Callie in all the papers at the uni. He smiled at that. "If you mean Lie, she's one door down," he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.

Her eyeing him made him uneasy. He was confident in himself and his body but those eyes seemed to know what to look for and they were judging him. What irked him was the fact that he could almost read her eyes. As if they were saying that he's not good enough.

"Hmmm…" she smiled and walked towards him. "You work out?" she asked, her eyes were at someplace where her eyes shouldn't be.

He covered his crotch with his hands, suddenly remembering that he was only in his boxers. "Sometimes, ma'am," he answered and gave an awkward chuckle. He stepped aside to let her pass by him and to the hallway. "I wouldn't disturb her though. She gets grumpy when she doesn't sleep until 6:30."

Morganna chuckled and signaled him to come closer. He took his robe and covered his nakedness with it before walking after her. The woman unceremoniously used her key to open Lie's room and flipped the lights on, causing the professor to hiss at the brightness of it all.

"Fucker!" Lie growled and pulled her blanket over her head. "You have three seconds to scuttle before I fucking shoot your fucking heads!"

Damien started to step back but Morganna held his arm.

"Calliope, your boyfriend is handsome as fuck. Can I have him?"Morganna asked almost too sweetly.

"I don't have a boyfriend, Morganna. Go the fuck away! I'm not kidding!"

"His name is…" Morganna looked at Damien with a sly smile, "what's your name again, hun?"

"Damien… Damien Criss…"

Damien watched as Lie sat up and glared at them both. Who would have known that a hurricane's color would be black? Shivers ran down his spine when her eyes landed on him. He had always thought that seeing her naked body would turn him on beyond measure but no. She may have been naked for all he cares but it was her eyes that turned him on. How she looked at him like she could skin him alive and how her brows furrowed in annoyance made him all hot and bothered.

She removed the blanket over her body and stood up. "Seriously, what are you up to? I thought you and the old man aren't coming til 8 in the morning?" It was the first time he had heard her voice so cold and angry.

What was she angry about? Them entering her room so early in the morning or Morganna saying that he was her boyfriend? He didn't know how to feel about that. He felt hurt that she had such a violent reaction to him being called her boyfriend but a side of him kinda felt happy that maybe she was angry because Morganna asked if she could have him. Was it because of that, perhaps?

His eyes landed on her thighs and the hard-on that he had initially because of her eyes hardened even more at how strong they looked. Those would mercilessly suffocate anyone who was daredevil enough to bury their face between her thighs. He unconsciously licked his lips and cleared his throat.

"So can I have him?" Morganna asked her sister again, obviously trying to push some more buttons.

"Fuck off, Gannie. He's a student," the professor grumpily fixed her bed, letting her hair fall to the side of her face and hiding the emotions that might be swimming there.

"I'm sorry we disturbed you," Damien mumbled and went to help her smooth out her bed. Wrong move. Her scent exploded around him and almost left his knees feeling like jelly. What scent was it? Vanilla? He looked at her face and felt his heart tremble. How can she look so fucking gorgeous even in the morning?

"It's fine. I'm used to her. What are you doing here anyway?" she asked while fluffing her pillows.

"She woke me up."

The eye-roll she gave made him chuckle and almost reached out to push her hair out of her face. He wanted to touch her so much. Just one touch would be enough.

"You guys done flirting?" Morganna asked. She was already sitting on Lie's swivel chair with her right foot under her ass and her left foot swinging. With a small smile, she opened a drawer and pulled out a box of toys, causing Lie to almost fly towards her to grab it but Morganna was faster than her sister. She had always been faster than her baby sister. She managed to get it out of reach. "Ooooohhh… what is this, Callie? Sex toys? I didn't know you could be so naughty…"

Lie's eyes flared as she held Gannie's shoulders tightly. "I am not in the mood for games, Gannie. I swear to God, I will deck you." Threats were beyond Lie. And Gannie knew that.

Gannie chuckled and simply pushed her sister away from her. "Relax, sister dearest. I'm just looking out for your wellbeing. At our age, we should have been able to explore our sexuality. Don't you think so, Damien?" she asked as she touched the student's shoulder then down to his chest. "I was 15 when someone popped my cherry. We're 24 now, sister mine. Don't you think it's time to pop yours?"

Lie's eyes were horrified when they landed on Damien. 24 and a virgin? Who was Gannie kidding? And someone like Lie? Impossible. But it was possible. Damien could see shame in Lie's eyes.

He sighed and pushed Gannie's hand away from his body before taking the sex toys from her hand. "So what if her cherry isn't popped yet? Maybe she's saving it for a special person." He walked towards the professor and gave her the toy. "It doesn't mean anything at all. It's her decision whether she wants to have it popped or not." His eyes never left hers. "You're still Callie Fitzgerald. Nothing changes about that, except now, my respect is even higher than before. Not because you're still a virgin, but because you're strong enough to wait for the right time."

Lie blinked at that and took the toy from him. She still hasn't had the chance to fiddle and play with it. Not once. Damn Gannie. She'll make her life a living hell because of this. "Thanks," she mumbled and put it back to the drawer.

Damien smiled down at Lie and touched her hair. "What's that scent you're wearing right now?" he asked, lifting a lock of her hair to his nose to smell it. He saw her flinch a little but relaxed when he smiled at her.

"Something from Victoria's Secret. I think it's vanilla or something like that,��� she replied, cheeks pinkish, and eyes cast down.

"I think it suits you," he whispered and pushed her hair away from her face and gently tucked them behind her ears. "Now, I'm gonna go and see what I can do to help in preparation for your father's arrival."

He left the twins in the room and went back to his room to get washed up. The moment he locked his door, he reached down to his crotch and groaned at how hard he had become. Damn it. This has never happened before. Not at all. He tossed his robe to the newel post and went to the bathroom to take care of it.

Under the warm spray of the shower, he closed his eyes and thought of the brown-eyed girl at the room next door. He imagined her looking up at him with those incredibly dark eyes while sitting on that fluffy bed. She would bite her lower lip seductively as leans back and props herself on her elbows, letting the strap of her nightgown drop down her shoulder. Her breast would be slightly exposed to him.

He groaned at that as he held his manhood and pumped it rhythmically.

Her eyes would be innocent but mischievous at the same time as she crosses her legs and lets the fabric of her dress whisper on her thighs.

"Damn it…" he growled to himself and did his best to continue on. "Show me more…"

And she did. She smiled at him and slowly pushed the straps of her dress lower until her small, rounded breasts spilled out for him to see. Then, she uncrossed her legs and opened her thighs wide enough for him to see the mound between them, hidden behind the thin fabrics of her panties. "What do you want?" she asked with that husky and smoky voice of hers.

"More…" he replied.

She giggled at that and lifted her thighs so she could push her panties down her hips and thighs until it was off of her legs. "Now… what?" she teased, sucking on her lower lip as she looked at him.

"Open wide…"

She obeyed him and opened her thighs wide, letting him see the most secret part of her body. "It's tight, you know?" she told him as she circled her tiny hole with her middle finger. "I'm afraid it'll hurt."

"I'll be gentle…" he promised as he positioned himself between her strong and fleshy thighs. "I'll make sure you're in pure bliss."

Her smile at him was full of trust as she parted her lower lips for him. "Then please, have your way."

When he pushed the tip in, the heat that engulfed him was familiar. Just like the others before her. But she was tighter. She was better. He looked into her eyes as he pushed deeper into that newly opened door, watching and noting all the reactions on her face. "Fuck!" he gasped out and pushed his member into her until he was fully buried to the hilt.

She seemed to be uncomfortable but she smiled and cupped his face. "Please… fuck me…" she whispered.

Those words snapped his control and before he knew it, he was thrusting and ramming hard. Hard enough to make the bed creak and squeal. Hard enough for her moans and screams of pleasure to fill the room easily.

It was beyond compare. How could she be a virgin when she's the damn literal description and definition of a goddess? He couldn't help it. He kissed those soft lips and exploded deep inside her body.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the thick cum in his hand. It was already being washed away by the cold water but for the first time, he didn't feel satisfied. He wanted more. And the target of his lust and need was someone so out of his league that there's a higher chance for him to win the lottery than to have her in his life and his bed.

It was already 7:30 am when the sisters showed up at the parlor where Michael and Damien were playing cards. Both men looked up and smiled at the women.

Gannie was still wearing her dress but Lie was wearing her signature shorts and a sleeveless shirt. The louder of the two immediately went to sit on Michael's lap.

"Hiya, Mike! Still unmarried, I see," Gannie teased before kissing the man straight on the lips noisily.

Lie rolled her eyes and sat on the couch beside Damien. He noticed that she was wearing the scent that she had worn the night before.

"You didn't change your perfume today?" he asked as he turned to face her.

Her cheeks reddened and she shrugged. "It was the closest to me a while ago so… yeah…"

He smiled and willed himself not to touch her again. He looked at Michael and Gannie who were openly flirting by now. "Are they in a relationship or something?" he asked. He knew that Michael had a girlfriend somewhere but was not sure who or where she was.

"They're soon to be married," Lie replied and leaned back on the couch with a sigh. "They look like that but those two have been in love since they were kids."

"Hey! No gossiping," Gannie laughed and wrapped her arms tightly around Michael's neck. "Besides, he was the one who was in love with me since we were kids, right, my baby?"

Michael's brow would have denied it if it could talk but Michael himself was wise not to answer that. He simply pinched Gannie's ass and made her yelp.

"So is he the one who popped the cherry?" Lie asked, still looking grumpy.

"Of course!"Gannie replied proudly and grinned when Lie simply rolled her eyes.

"What did you do to your sister again, Gannie?" Michael asked tiredly. He was used to his girlfriend's rough and harsh way of dealing with her younger sister. He knew Gannie could go overboard in teasing Lie. It was a miracle Lie has not thrown a fist to her sister.

"Nothing. I just teased her a little," Gannie replied with a chuckle. "She's just so cute when she's pissed off. Don't you think so too?"

Michael shook his head and looked at Gannie. "Hon, I'm her housemate. She sees me all the time and I get to catch everything she throws at me whenever she throws a tantrum right after you leave. Please… for your love of me. Stop pissing her off."

"Eh… don't worry. She won't kill you at all. She loves you too much. Much like a brother," Gannie assured the man.

Damien saw how Lie's eyes rolled heavenwards even as she crossed her arms over her chest and sulked. So there was a part of her that is like this too, huh? Isn't that amazing?

His attention was taken when a man of about 60 or so entered the parlor. He was tall with a wave of silver hair. He stood with his back ramrod straight. His eyes were sharp and attentive even as he scanned the parlor and its occupants.

Gannie immediately jumped from Michael's lap and ran to the older man, easily springing herself up to wrap her legs and arms around him. "Daddy!"

Michael stood up and smiled at the old man even as he gently patted Gannie's back. "Behave yourself, Morganna." His voice was gentle but it carried a sense of order that made even Gannie pout and obey. He looked at the still sulking Lie and smiled. "Callie? No hug for your dad?"

The professor looked at the old man and stood up, only to stomp towards the man and gave him a none-too-gentle kiss on the cheek. "Morning, papa."

The father looked at Gannie and raised a brow, making the woman roll her eyes. "I was just teasing her!" she said defensively.

"I told you not to tease her too much, Morganna. Anyway, come and lead me." It seemed that he expected Lie to lead him but was disappointed when the woman sat back down. He had to look at his other daughter with a tight-lipped sigh.

It was Michael and Gannie who led the man away, leaving Lie and Damien alone in the parlor.

"You alright?"Damien asked.

"Yeah, just grumpy over the disturbed sleep. I'm used to her teasing me."

"There really isn't… you know… anything wrong about being a virgin…"

"I know that!" She growled to herself and scowled even more. "It's not my bloody fault that no one likes me. Damn it."

"I do like you though," Damien replied with a small smile, most probably misunderstanding what she had meant. It was impossible to have no one like her romantically after all.

"You're lying," the professor mumbled and rubbed her chest with the heel of her hand.

"I'm not. I do like you. You're amazing and gorgeous. Plus you're friendly and nice."

"Stop patronizing me. I am a goddess," she mumbled and stood up to face him. "I'm bloody brilliant. I've got all these brains and I could probably create a satellite that could reach the end of the Solar System given the resources but hey, you know what's wrong with me? I do not have huge breasts and coca-cola shaped body. My skin isn't as smooth and white as I wish it to be. My face isn't flawless. I don't look like a damn doll! That���s what's wrong with me!"

"Bullshit!" Damien stood up and grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her high enough for her to stand on her toes. "Is that how you see yourself?!"

"Yes!"

"Then that makes you beautiful, you ass! You see those as your flaws, others might see it as your defining characteristic. Why are you so fucking hell-bent on being like others when you can shine just being yourself?!"

They stared at each other for a while. Chocolate brown eyes met caramel orbs in a silent fight.

"Is everything alright?" Michael asked as he and the father entered the parlor. "We heard the shouts from upstairs."

Damien let her go angrily and looked at the two other men. "Yeah. We were just letting some fumes out," he replied and left the parlor. A few seconds later, the sound of the front door slamming filled the house.