Not Another Vampire Book, Ramona Flowers [story reading TXT] 📗

door slowly.
“Let go of my arm” I demanded and yanked it away.
I turned to inspect the room, and just like the rest of the house it was breathtaking. Not in an omg-how-expensive-is-that way, but a simple and modern look that I admired. My reflection in the large wall mirror showed how out of place I was. Here was Damion in a beautiful house, expensive room designed room, and a more of a genius than he lets on. I’m just some weird Goth girl that looks good in most clothes and is has a little higher than average IQ. I looked at my feet as he waked into his bathroom.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back. The remote is over there, just flip through channels if you don’t know how to work it.”
The door closed as I plopped on the bed and began flippin’ channels. When Adventure Times came on I stopped flipping and squealed. I flipping love this show with a passion. I hadn’t even notice the bathroom door open until a pair of warm-and extra-wet arms wrapped around me. Damion laughed as I screamed. My shirt sticks to me where he hugged me and is see through enough to see my undershirt.
“Damion-“I turn to yell, instead see him in nothing but a towel. My cheeks get really hot and I can feel my blush. I quickly turn back around and stare awkwardly at my hands. “Please go put some clothes on.” I whisper.
He walks away and I hear a door close, and I sigh with relief that he didn’t try anything. I look down at my shirt to see t’s completely socked to my undershirt. Slipping the shirt off I hear a door open and close again. Quickly, I try to put the shirt back on, but Damion catches my arms. Damion lifts the shirt off, leaving me in my under shirt.
“It’s okay I’ll have Maria come dry it. I already called her to bring up some snacks and get my clothes.” He explained tossing my shirt to the floor.
I pulled my arms closer to my chest; like a safety wall I do when I’m uncomfortable. Damion sat on the bed and started to watch Adventure Time with me. I look at him and see he is only in boxers this time. My mouth drops open to see his perfectly sculpted abs and symmetrical biceps. Something takes over me and the next thing I know I’m on him shoving my tongue on his mouth.
His eyes widen in surprise, and then he kisses me back. Damion’s hands grab my waist and place me on his abs, so I could have one leg on each side. My hands slide up and down on his chest, feeling every muscle, and hook together behind his neck. I feel his hands slice under my tank top and I help him get it off.
He pulls away for a second to say “I guess I should take off my shirt more often.” I roll my eyes in response and pull him back to me.
Damion makes the bold move of placing his hands on my butt and giving a good squeeze. In another situation, I would have slapped the crap out of him; but I let out a small moan instead. My eyes snap open at the sound that came out of my mouth, and so do Damion’s. He smiles evilly and tries it again, and again I moan. I blush as he does a low growl in the back of his throat. He crushes his lips back to mine before I can respond to the growl.
I slip out of my pants as he begins to kiss my neck; leaving little trails of fire where his lips touch. Our arms and legs tangle together and Damion runs his hand up and down my back. Someone clears their throat behind us and I never jumped so high in my life. I practically throw Damion in the opposite direction and scramble to find my shirt. Damion laughs so hard he doubles over and cries.
A girl dressed in a maid outfit stands at the edge of the bed with an annoyed look on her face. She is probably the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her long hair looks like a waterfall of fire, without a single strand out of place. She looks about nineteen and has model defined facial features that make me with in comparison.
“Master Damion I brought the snacks you requested. Is there anything else?” she said in a graceful tone that sounded like shattering glass.
Damion regained his composure long enough to grab my soaked shirt from the floor to hand it to her. “Take this along with my dirty clothes to be washed. That is all Maria you may leave.” He gestured her away with a wave of a hand.
Maria silently nodded and walked into the bathroom with my shirt. She returned with a small white basket, gave me a glance and walked to the door. Slut I heard her voice whisper in my head. Slut?! Who the hell does she think she is talking to?! I think to myself.
“Excuse me?” I say before she gets out the door.
“Ma’am?” she ask innocently.
“What did you just call me?” I ask dangerously close to strangling her.
“Ma’am?” she tilts her head in confusion.
“A slut am I? Well who are you to judge me?” I get up and walk toward her ignoring the fact that I’m only wearing my bra and underwear.
Maria’s eyes widen in surprise as I get closer. How did she hear that? her voice panics; and I smirk at her. When I’m almost nose to nose with her I ask her again. “So you think I’m a slut?” Her face does a complete personality switch; from innocent made to stone face bitch.
“Yes I do, and you want to know why?” She asks in a low voice so only I can hear.
“Indulge me.” I glare and whisper back.
“You are a slut because you have known my master for all of one day and you area already jumping into bed with him. You are probably one of those girls that threw themselves at him.”
I give a small chuckle and shake my head at her. “So naïve.” I laugh to myself. “Your “master” and I have known each other for just under a month so I’m not just meeting him today. He also is the one who can’t keep his hands off of me. Shut the hell up and keep your thoughts to yourself.”
“Bitch.” She whispers narrowing her eyes at me, making herself look like a fox.
My fists clench ready to make her blood from every opening on her face. Damion finally stepped in by lightly toughing my arm. I unclenched my hands and stepped back. “Maria you’re over stepping your boundaries.” His warns in a cautious tone I have never heard before.
Maria steps back, nods, picks back up the basket I hadn’t noticed she dropped, and leaves. I spin on my heels and begin to scour the room for my tossed clothes. “Ugg where are my pants?” I mumble to myself.
My irritation grows the longer I have to look for my pants. A warm hand lands on my shoulder, igniting sparks were our skin makes contact. “Please don’t leave.” Damion pleads.
“Why because you were so close to getting lucky until your bitch of a maid interrupted; I’m not that type of person and I won’t lower myself for you Damion.” I growl at him.
“No because-“he began to yell at me then stopped. “Fine leave.” He growled back at me. I gave him one last glare before spotting my pants under the bed. In a couple of angry strides I was at the bed pulling my tight jeans back on.
Where is my shirt? I think when I realize I’m only in my tank top. Maria, just the thought of her name makes me lift my lip in disgust. Hmpf bitch I laugh to myself. I walk to the door and swing it open still pissed at Damion. A wall of muscle in front of me blocks the doorway, and I collide with it.
I look up to see Adrian’s icy gaze glaring down at me. He looks up at Damion than down at me again. His face contorts in disgust as he claps his steel-like grip on my wrist. The feeling of liquid ice shoots through my veins at the contact of our skin, causing me to gasp in surprise. “What have I told you about bringing your sluts into our house?!” he snaps at Damion who seems unfazed at the harsh words.
What the hell is with people calling me a slut today?! I think/yell to myself. I attempt to yank my hand away, but am greeted with a loud popping sound. I call out in pain and the ice feeling creeps slowly up my arm the longer he holds it there. Shivers race through my body as I continue to struggle against his grip.
Adrian finally decides to acknowledge me by tossing me to the side and stalk towards Damion. My head bounces off the frame of the door as I hit the ground. Damion rushed past Adrian, not before punching him in the face, to help me get up. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
I glare up at him and slap his hand away. “What the hell does it look like?! Your creepy ass brother just threw me half way across the f***ing room. I AM NOT ‘OKAY’ but I will be as soon as I get away from you.” I snarl at him.
Using the door frame, I pull myself up and storm out of the door leaving a very sad looking Damion and a groaning Adrian on the floor. Maria is walking out of one of many door as I reach the bottom of the stairs. She glares at me, but I’m not having that from a maid. “Go get my shirt, bag, and car keys.” I say nicely. She just raises her eyebrows at me mockingly. “NOW!” I order in a tone of voice I’ve never heard before.
Her eyes widen and she stumbles back in the door she just came from. Only a second later she comes back with my shirt neatly folded on my bag with my keys on top. ”Thanks.” I give a mocking salute before walking out of the door.
My car sits silently in the humongous driveway looking very lonely. I pull my shirt on then unlock the car and drive away as fast as possible. When the familiar silhouette of my house comes into view I begin to calm down. Okay so Damion is a mega player from what Maria said, his brother is a complete freak with anger issues, for some reason his eyes turn blood red? I play over the events in my head until it just hurt to think at all. My head starts to throb as I plop onto the couch with a long sigh.
“Honey is that you?” I hear my mom’s voice from the kitchen.
“Yeah I just got home from practice.” I say the lie meekly.
“Oh well good I was worried, I just got a call so I have to head back to the hospital tonight.” She sighs coming into the living room.
My mom is head doctor at Westover Hills Hospital, the busiest hospital in San Diego. “Okay did you make dinner?”
“Yes it’s just burgers, so add what you want.”
“Ewe its mom’s burgers.” I joke.
She shakes her head then walks back into the kitchen to grab her keys. “Bye honey.” She waves, but quickly rushes over to kiss my head then scramble back to the door. Five minutes later my doorbell