Page 17 of Sweet Temptation

Speeding out of the parking lot, I head straight for the road that leads to our condo, not even stopping for the stop signs. "Jesus fuck, Damon! Be more responsible!" Damien barks as I drift into my parking spot at the condo. Rolling my eyes, I climb out of the car and lock it with Damien on my heels. "Are you going to talk to me?"

"Why don't you fuck off! You're the one who didn’t want me to be weak, so now I won’t be. Now fuck off," I snarl, swinging open the door. Damien closes his mouth as I kick off my Vans and head straight for my bedroom on the second floor.

"Damon," a voice calls after me. Quickly ignoring them, I slam my bedroom door and lock it. Fuck them, fuck Hanna, fuck everything. I grab the first thing my eyes land on, which happens to be my laptop.

My anger flares as I toss the laptop into the wall. Next goes the speakers for my computer desk. By the time I'm done, my TV, laptop, speakers, and bedside table lamp are shattered into pieces. Maybe Hanna's right; maybe I should stay away before she's the one that's shattered, not these objects.

Or killed.

Flopping on my bed, I pick up the pencil from my textbook and finally finish up the assignment I was assigned last week.

I finish writing my assignment with a grunt.

Then I shove the essay into my binder and lay back, focusing on the ceiling. If she doesn't want me, I won't be here when she does. I refuse to be there when you only want me around when it's to your convenience. I won't make that mistake with Hanna again.

I won’t let someone be my weakness, either. Like she said, it was a weak moment, and I refuse to have one again.

NINE

Opening my eyes, I look around my trashed bedroom and huff, annoyed. Of course, because of a temper tantrum my room is a mess. Pulling myself out of bed, I clean up the mess I made the previous night.

"Damon!" Ace yells through the door. Quickly fixing up my room as best as I possibly can, I open the bedroom door and face my friend. "Happy birthday!" Ace grins, tossing me a bottle of beer.

Grinning, I pop open the cap and take a swig. Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I frown when I notice I slept through the entire day. It's seven p.m. and I just woke up. "What are we doing?" I smirk, following Ace down the stairs. When I hit the bottom step, I notice the full raging party going on.

My eyes search the crowd for Damien till I spot him dancing while Sabrina Castle grinds her ass on him. I take another sip from my bottle of beer and grab the first girl I see. I go for a breast grab, only to stop myself when I notice it's Paris. Glaring at her, I shove her aside and head for the open kitchen.

That just ruined it because, of course, it was her. "Where the hell is Sam?" I question, looking around the room.

Ace smirks and downs his beer. "He went out to get your gift." He chuckles, and I can only imagine how terrible it's gonna be if they sent Sam to retrieve it.

I shake my head and take another sip of my beer. "That can't be good," I mutter. I scan the crowd till my eyes find a familiar brunette dancing with my teammate, Elliot. Smirking, I walk across the floor till I'm standing next to the two.

"May I?" I ask Elliot with a grin. He smirks at me before he takes my beer. I grab her hips and pull her to me until she's grinding against the zipper of my jeans. "Mary, you look stunning." I smirk, running my lips across her neck. She bats her eyelashes up at me, and we continue to dance until the door swings open and Sam comes strutting in with a bottle of rum in his hand.

"Happy Birthday, Damon! I was gonna buy you an escort, but I settled for something I knew you'd appreciate," he yells through the room. The entire crowd bursts into fits of laughter, me included.

"He can fuck mine." Sam indicates to Mary, who grins from beside me. I eye her before my eyes find Sam again. Fucking Sam, I laugh as I stare at the grin on his lips. I'm more than happy with the bottle of rum—the escort would have been too much.

"Just put it in my bedroom, I'm not sharing." I laugh.

Sam smiles at me before Ruby and Danny walk in with extras—some handcuffs and a bottle of champagne, to be exact. I laugh again as all three of them walk upstairs into my bedroom. The party rages back to normal the moment the boys disappear. Mary starts grinding on the zipper of my jeans again. Grinning, I grip onto her hips and spin her toward me.

Mary crashes her lips into mine, her fingers finding my hair as her tongue tangles with mine. The door swings open a second time, but I ignore it as my tongue wrestles with Mary's, lost in the kiss. Everything comes to a stop when Xander's body comes crashing into mine. My eyes find Hanna's as she stares at me with hurt in her eyes.

What the fuck is she doing here?

Mary watches the two of us before she looks at Hanna. "You don't get to fucking cry," I snarl at her as the tears spill from her eyes. Hanna's eyes go from hurt to angry as she watches me. "You told me no, so you don't get to fucking cry about it when I was pushed to the damn side lines." I seethe, my lip pulled back in a snarl as I watch her. Hanna glares at me with the full force of her green eyes.

Good. Get angry, Cinderella.

"I— You…" she stutters.

I smile at her before I pull Mary by the hand out of the crowd. "That's what I fucking thought," I growl, walking into the kitchen with Mary beside me.

"Who is she to you?" Mary asks, turning to face me. My face goes blank as I stare at her. "Yeah, I'll be going. I don't need petty bitch drama." She pulls from my grip and heads to the front door.

I roll my eyes. Fucking women think they are the center of my attention, but I don't do that kind of weakness. I just want a tight little pussy to fuck, and I’ll forget all their names.