Sides To Damon

"Don't even think about that, you pervert" Nessa hissed when she got a hint of what was going on in his mind. What did she do in her past life to deserve this asshole in her present life? Why? Why?

It was already obvious with the sheepish grin on his face what his plans were. It wasn't enough that he dragged her handcuffed into a shopping mall while people stared at them like crazy, now he wants to go into the lady's toilet with her? Just how much more torture and disgrace was she going to go endure in his hands?

"That's the only way possible, Red" Damon reminded her and added, "Unless you have a way of unlocking the cuff?"

Nessa stared hard at him, boring holes into his head if possible "I'll rather die than do that"

"Fine, suit yourself" he replied with a nonchalant shrug. 

Damon that jerk went about his shopping and dragged her alongside him with no care about the nature call dealing with her for not responding.

"Fine, I give up! You can come into the lady's restroom with me" Nessa gave in at last when she couldn't take it anymore. Besides, he was going to be the one receiving the screams and rebuking from the ladies, how pleasing.

Damon turned to her, smiling all the way "You should've said something sooner, what if I've changed my mind now?"

Nessa took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching her fist itching to smash that pretty face.

"Don't push me to the edge, Damon" she warned through gritted teeth and headed to the restroom. 

At first, Nessa was still reluctant to go in with him until she noticed that the place was empty. She seriously couldn't believe she was doing this, it was super awkward.

Together they entered one of the toilet cubicles, locking it from the inside. Nessa knew her mom would toast her alive if she heard of this discomfiting episode.

Damon was still smiling which gave her the creeps. Just as she thought, he was a pervert; a rich, handsome, intelligent, and abnormal pervert.

"I swear to God, Damon if you dare turn or peep at me" She warned threateningly " I'll cut off your balls and feed it to the dogs"

"You really like my balls too much, huh?" Damon asked cockily.

"Y-you" she choked.

Damon began to close in on her, forcing Nessa to step back slowly until her back touched the wall.

He placed both hands on either side of her, trapping her. He bent his head, whispering into her ears huskily, "Perhaps, now that we're together in this small, confined space, we could do something productive "

Nessa gulped, this was not what she planned. She placed both hands on his chest, trying to push him away but he swiftly grabbed both and locked it above her head.

Alarmed, her breath came in gasps when she saw his eyes flicker down to her lips. He began to lower his head seductively which made Nessa speak hastily, "Damon don't you dare"

But he said halfway, "Do your thing, you're not my type anyway" He said abruptly, pushing away from her.

Nessa was stunned, what just happened? That was a huge insult and punch to her ego. Nessa didn't let Damon notice his words got to her; her self-esteem was totally crushed.

But she covered it up with a glare instead," I pray you to keep to your word then" she huffed and went about her business.

Prior to his word, Damon didn't peep but halfway through, he snorted, "What's taking you so long? You urinate longer than an elephant"

Nessa bit down on her lips to stop herself from muttering the F-word at that jerk. Speaking of which, do elephants even urinate slowly?

When Nessa was done urinating like an elephant, she and Damon resumed their shopping, well his shopping since he forced it on her.

By the time they were through, Nessa clutched a handful of shopping bags that weren't as large as the ones he carried. That asshole was treating her like a maidservant!

"Aren't you hungry?" Damon asked after they had loaded the whole stuff into the car boot, he literally bought the whole shop.

Nessa gave him a dirty look, what kind of stupid question was that? After dragging her around all day, he still had to ask the obvious.

"I'm guessing that's a yes," Damon answered by reading her darkened facial expression. 

"There's this restaurant downtown I used to frequent with...." Damon trailed off, feeling nostalgic while Nessa stared at him in confusion.

What's up with him? Nessa thought. She gave him a side glance, trying to comprehend the sudden change in his demeanor. After moments of failing to read his blank face, she was relieved when he simply got into the car - dragging her along - and drove off.

"Where are you taking me?" Nessa couldn't help but ask.

"You'll see when we get there" Damon answered, his eyes fully glued on the road.

To Nessa, that was a good thing, because the least she wanted was to get involved in an accident with him. She wouldn't be able to handle the publicity if they survive. Also, her mom thinks she's at school, how would she answer that.

To be honest, Nessa had been expecting Damon to drive to an expensive eatery but was stunned when he stopped at the parking lot of a local market.

"What are you- well we, doing here?"

Sadly, as Damon would always be Damon, he replied sarcastically,  "What do you think? Tourism?"

Rolling her eyes, she ignored him yet followed suit. The air was dry and hot which made her cough as a result of smoke from the car exhausts and clouds of dust.

They made their way through the swarm of people buying and chattering loudly, coupled with popular music and jingles from several speakers stationed at strategic points blasting through their ears; it was a beehive of activities. 

As expected, people gave them strange looks, after all, it was not every day they got to see two handcuffed teenagers.

They threaded their way past numerous vendors displaying their goods for sale until Damon stopped in front of a destination and the smell of spices hit her hard. Both went into a tent-like structured restaurant, which had a lot of air and sunlight. 

Nessa was utterly astounded when Damon spoke a foreign language to some girl who smiled and left to fetch whatever he had requested. He sounded sexy, Nessa realized, yet the thought repulsed her greatly. 

"They make the best salami here " Damon explained upon sighting the confusion written on her face - if only he knew what she was thinking.

"Salami? I've never eaten those, how does it taste?" Nessa asked out of curiosity.

Damon chuckled, the sound of it sending tingles down her spine. Wow, what the hell was wrong with her today?

The table was set for two with the chairs set directly across from each other but Damon had set his opposite hers. So when he leaned towards her, his hot breath hit her square on the side of her face.

"It tastes spicy, sweet, hot, and savory when you pop a slice of it into your mouth," he explained.

Nessa couldn't help but get enthralled with the way his red, pouty lips moved with his narration.

"But Salami is a bit sour due to lactic acid being produced as part of the fermentation process." He informed her.

Nessa blinked, dragging her gaze from his tempting lips and mentally scolding herself for such ridiculous thoughts.

"A-hem" she cleared her throat awkwardly, "What language was that? The one you spoke to the girl?" 

"Oh, that's Italy. I can speak five languages; French, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, and Arabic; and can only write three out of it" he specified.

Nessa was flabbergasted, was he for real? Well, to boast, she could only speak English. How does that sound? 

"As the heir to a large corporation, I have to be ambidextrous and mentally capable in here," Damon gestured to his brain

"Wow" she breathed, "That's impressive"

"So does that mean you've fallen for me?" He grinned at her, exposing his white teeth.

"You just had to ruin this one perfect minute you were normal for once" Nessa groaned out, creating some distance between them.

On cue, two servings of salami were sent to their table. Nessa didn't dig in right away, rather she watched as Damon put a slice into his mouth and copied him.

The instant she got a taste, her eyes widened with the discovery of such a wonderful delicacy. 

"It's good," she nodded her head, consuming more at a faster rate, "And highly seasoned" 

As she eats the blissful food, Nessa observed Damon as well. This was so not like the Damon she knew or maybe she just had a wrong impression of him from the start or maybe, she never knew him at all.

The Damon she knew was arrogant, obtrusive, sophisticated, and would never come to a place like this in his lifetime. Unlike this Damon sitting with her who looked normal, did he have multiple personalities or something? She could never understand his mood swings.

They ate their meal in silence after which Damon suggested they explore the market when they were through.

Nessa strongly disagreed, hinting they should return since school would be over soon. But of course, her opinion didn't count and they ended up touring the market.

Unfortunately, the exploration was a total disaster since there came a heavy downpour of rain. It rained so heavily that the umbrellas they bought from a vendor could as well have been a decoration because it shielded them from nothing. So after they were drenched from head to toe, Damon finally heeded her advice to leave- what a jerk!

He drove her back to school and just as he told her, no one questioned their absence plus the fact the school was over for the day.

Nessa shivered when the cold air hit her skin. She needed to change out of her wet clothes but not when she was still handcuffed to Damon, he had to find a way of setting her free now.

"The clothes are for you," Damon said out of nowhere, startling her.

She snorted, "I don't need them" 

"I'm not female so I can't wear them, Red. So it's left for you to do whatever you want with them; toss it or take it" 

"You know what, Damon? Release me so I can figure out what to do with them!"Nessa yelled at him, her patience thinning out.

"Honey, how?" Damon pouted his irritating sexy lips innocently. The sight of it was getting on her nerves.

"I don't care how you do it and trust me if I catch a cold-"

"The medicine's there for a purpose, Red" he interjected, earning a deadly growl from her.

"Set me free now! " She screamed.

"Fine, fine, you're such a screamer " Damon surrendered and within her watchful eyes, took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the cuff.

Her jaw dropped, "T-the k-key?" She stuttered miserably.

"You're so gullible," Damon chuckled, "Did you actually think I would swallow such a thing?" He laughed harder, "It was just a little trick and you fell right for it" 

This time, Nessa's anger had reached the boiling point and she lunged at Damon to give him a taste of her wrath.