Chapter 37

Erica

Sharing the same table with Damian Anderson, was not definitely on my get the ex jealous plan, when I decided to come out and party this evening.

I don't even understand why I have to get him jealous, is not that I want him because I freaking hate his guts.

Can you believe that he is even engaged? How on earth am I going to make an ex getting married soon to a beautiful model body girl jealous?

"Erica, Erica" Frank called out. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts to see why he was calling me.

I turned to see him wanting to give me a piece of cake, I stylishly turned him down, but been that it's Frank we are talking about, he insisted, and I had no option other than oblige.

As if on queue, Damian and his girlfriend walked in.

"You guys can't seem to get your hands off each other" Cassandra said with a smile.

"I love her a lot her but she wouldn't give me any chance because she is scared of heart break" Frank said while looking at me, which made me smile a bit.

"Awwn so sweet" Cassandra said while she giggled at something Damian whispered to her. All these while, I noticed Damian's hand was underneath the table.

What is he doing? He should place his fucking where everyone can see them, where I can see them.

My mind drifted back to the last time we were both seated together in a party like this, I felt my cheeks heat up just by the mere remembrance of it.

That was the same night he left and never came back.

"So you bought your colleague this beautiful dress she is wearing?" Damian asked frank after some moment of silent. you can tell from his voice that he was getting tipsy, or maybe I noticed it, because I know he is not a heavy drinker.

"No" frank answered honestly.

"Its a shame then, I enjoy picking my woman's clothes" He said jokily.

Truthfully Damian has eyes for good clothes, some of the clothes he bought me back then in school are still my favorite.

"Well sir with all due respect the fact that you enjoy doing that, does not mean your women like what you get them" Frank said, a bit of jealousy and wounded ego evidence in his voice.

But since I am rooting for him this time, I found myself laughing a bit, just to make Damian feel stupid.

"True, but I am a man of taste and quality, and I can tell that your woman is a wearing a thirty thousand dollar dress, which tells me you don't settle for less either" Damian said while his eyes rest on my mine.

"Thirty thousand what?" Frank exclaimed completely thrown off guard, I watched as Damian smiled at Frank confusion.

Asshole!

"Actually I think I remember how I got this dress now" I said staring right back at Damian who seem to be enjoying his stupidity.

"My ex bought me the dress, but he was such a jerk back then and recently I met him, he is still a jerk" I said, as I gave Damian the back off look.

Frank and Cassandra both look genuinely confuse as they both switch glances at me and Damian.

"Let's make a toast to new beginnings" Damian said as he raises his glass, his voice was loud for the others on the table to join us.

its been a long time I tasted alcohol, so I stylishly dropped the glass on the table so no one  would notice me, but the stupid sister fucker smirked at me the moment he noticed what I did.

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The sudden outburst of Cassandra laughter turned my attention back to her and Damian. They look so engrossed in whatever they were discussing as I felt jealous and alone.

Damian would whisper some inaudible things to Cassandra, and she would start laughing very loud.

Frank had since left me to go talk with other colleagues and I could see him chatting and laughing with the secretary. I instantly regretted agreeing to come to this party with Frank. Like who leaves a lady all by herself.

I was really getting bored and isolated, and before I know it, I picked up my glass of wine and gulped down the whole content at once, it burnt the hell out of my throat, I could almost swear I was going to wake up with a bad sore throat in the morning.

But it felt good as the liquid starts settling into my bloodstream. I found myself craving more alcohol, as I look around to see if there was any.

A waiter was taking drinks around and I found myself stopping him to have more glasses. When I was done, I felt better, more like I was feeling light headed.

I unconsciously looked at where Damian was and I saw his eyes were steadily on me, which made me twitch a little.

His girl seem not to bother with the fact that he is tearing me apart with his eyes. When I looked at her, I saw her raise her glass to me and uttered some inaudible words. I started feeling drowsy.

After some time, I stood up to go use the restroom, I carried myself and my wobbling legs to restroom and I was so lucky it was free.

when I was done, I came out and was heading back to my chair when a waiter slipped a piece of paper into my hand. Before I could ask who the note was from, he had disappeared into the crowd.

I opened the note and it says

Meet me on the six floor, don't keep me waiting

Damian.

I found myself excited and wanting to go see him, though there was this tiny bit of me asking me not to go, but with the alcohol in my system, I couldn't resist the bitter sweet temptation.

I looked to see that Cassandra was now talking with frank and Damian was missing in action. I quickly retract my steps and made my steps to the elevator.

As soon as I opened the elevator, I saw Damian and he pulled me in before I had a chance to think. Immediately the elevator door closes, his lips came possessively over mine. His hands ran through my entire body as we fought with our lips.

"Fuck! I have missed you" he whispered to my ears as I found myself wanting all of him, no thanks to the alcohol ravaging all over my body.

The elevator door opens and luckily, there was no one at the entrance. We broke off from each other as we both gasps for breath.

He dragged me out of the elevator as he uses a key card to open a beautiful suit. As soon as we got in, he took my lips in his again. I was too too turned on to think straight.

But a tiny voice in my head kept saying he is getting married while the other voice said to hell with it.

Soon I found myself on the bed as he folds up the extra yards of my dress to my chest. He tore the tiny G-string panties I had on as his tongue slides over my folds which made me moan.

he started gently, as he fondles my clitoris with his tongue, I found myself unable to stop him. Just then, I felt two of his fingers slid into me which made me scream more than appropriate I think.

"Fuck, you are still very tight" I heard him say as he kept finger fucking me and licking away my sweet arousal till I could feel my pussy tightens around his fingers and I scream, as I came.

I found myself shivering and not able to understand what I just did. He took out his fingers as he wipes them clean with his mouth.

I stood up and adjusted my clothes after which I sat on the edge of the edge not knowing what next to do.

"You are spending the night with me" he said, after staring at me for some time.

"I can't just spend the night with you, you have a fiancee now, remember?" I said.

"Don't worry, no one will know we spent the night together. I will go back to the party and tell anyone who care to know that you left" He said, his eyes still filled with unreleased passion

"So what am I now? your little whore? I need to go" I snorted at him

"I can't let you go home with Frank like this, I don't want you to do anything that will regret after tonight. You are tipsy for God sake" he said.

"But I can fuck you and not regret it?" I questioned.

"I haven't fucked you yet." He said as he went out and slammed the door. A few seconds later my phone rang, it was Frank calling. I thought of so many lies I could tell him As I picked the call.

"Hello" I said into the phone, hoping he dies not suspect anything.

"Hey Erica, can you find your way home, I kinda have an emergency and really need to go now" He said.

"Okay, are you alright?" I asked, as I thought about what emergency he probably is in.

"Yes, I am fine, I will see you tomorrow" he said

"cool" I said, as I ended the call.

Like seriously? who does that? Why will he want to leave without me. He could not even offer to get a cab for me or something.

But I felt too tired or let's say too tipsy and sleep was beginning to cloud my brain. I gently cuddled myself up on the bed as I allowed myself drift into a blissful sweet sleep.