Masked Feelings

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

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Chapter 11: One Rule Broken

I waited in front of my building but then decided that I shouldn't let Damian know where I live. I texted him and told him to pick me up at the nearby café. He replied with a simple OK. I was still pretty angry because of the unexpected visit from my awesome parents. Note the sarcasm. I held my mask in my hand, not wanting to get attention from people.

Who wears a mask on the street?

When I reached the café, I stood on the sidewalk with my hands crossed over my chest. I hated waiting. My phone started ringing in my bag, making me huff slightly. Let's just hope that's not some bad news again. I pulled my phone out of my bag and saw that it was my sister calling. Just as I slide the answer button, I saw Damian's SUV approaching.

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