..."What!!..." he growls balling his fist stepping closer the veins in his neck popping up as he clenches and unclenches his jaw, his electric blue eyes turned a shade darker.

Hmm maybe he doesn't like animals or the fact that I named one after him.

I gulped smiling nervously taking an involuntary step back as my heart beat picked up.

The little pup jumped out of my arms  racing towards Damon. I thought he was going to defend me but no the little traitor started to run around Damon barking and then went onto rolling over onto it's back sticking it's tongue out breathing heavily waiting for Damon to play with him.

Is it just me or is everything just naturally drawn to him...first women now dogs...what's next babies(hehe impossible).

I was quite surprised when he bent down on one knee and started to play with the little dog's stomach a little smirk forming on his lips.

..."Traitor..." I muttered under my breath looking at Damon(the dog).

..."Hmm he seems to know who's superior to him, maybe you should take a page from out of his book..." His smirk grew wider as he looks up at me.

My mouth fell open as I stared at him in disbelief.

I bit my tongue to hold back my anger as I continued to remind myself that I have to keep up the act...but it was too late my mouth never seems to follow orders.

..." Then maybe you should get married to the damn dog then I don't give a fuck...I'd rather get married to Donald Trump than play submissive to your lousy ass..." I spat folding my arms over my chest looking the other way.

I didn't even realize when he came in front of me until he spoke as his hot breath fanned my face.

..."Look at me when am talking to you!!..." he barks harshly gripping my chin in his big ruff hand forcing me to look up into his eyes. I gulped at the sight. I hate looking into his eyes...it's like he could see you for what you really are belittling you in the process with his soul piercing stare that's so cold that it could freeze your tale off but at the same time pulls you in to come have a closer look and once you get closer it's like you never want to go back.

..." You. Will. Not. Disrespect. Me. In. My own house..." he said dangerously low causing a shiver to run down my back.

I pulled my face from out of his hold before speaking...." You have to show respect in order to get respect because we are all equals no ones better than anyone...not even you Damon..."

Something flashed across his face...surprise maybe? but it was gone before I could be sure.

He stared at me dead in the eye with knitted brows like he's deep in thought before he turned away his back facing me.

...." Get rid of the dog..."

Was his last words before he walked away.

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A few days had past since our little argument and I have not seen or heard from him since.

I would be lying to myself if I said that I didn't miss the prick and don't ask me why. This is what I wanted so why do I feel like this?.

I lay lifeless on the bed staring at the sealing thinking.

I was a little frightened when I heard a loud knock on my bedroom door.

Who could that be?

I slipped off of the bed making my way to the door turning the knob.

..."Damon..?"-I rubbed my sleep filled eyes a little surprised-.. "What are you doing...wait are you drunk?..." he looked like he's been drinking alot with his eyes a little droopy, his usually red lips now posses a pale pink color and the fact that he was shirt less made it hard for me to breathe.

I sucked in a shaky breath taking in the sight in front of me.

His bronze chest sparkled under the light with beads of sweat running down to his lower abdomen with his rock hard abs...he was so ripped (he has 8 packs not 6 packs...yep am a goner).

I stepped back when he stepped forward. ..." Damon are you ok?..." I asked a little frightened of what he might do when he's drunk.

I squealed a little shocked when he picked me up bridal style in a fast motion like I weighed no less than a feather rapping my hands around his neck.

..."What the hell are you doing are you crazy..." I screamed holding onto him.

I could hear the unsteady beating of his heart as his breath continuously caresses my face. I could smell the strong scent of alcohol on his breath.

He kicked open his room door with me still in his arms.

I started to panic what's he going to do to me....he won't hurt me right?..right?.

I screamed when he tripped and fell backwards unto the bed with me on top of him our bodies making a slapping sound because of the awkward position we're in.

I quickly brushed the hair out of my face placing my hands on his bare chest trying to get up but he snaked his hands around my waist pulling me down onto his chest. I looked up to see him wide awake staring at me,his eyes filled with a series of emotions.

..." Damon you're drunk let go of me..." I said looking right into his eyes.

..." No.." he replied tighten his hold on me.

..." Why not?..." I asked really curious.

...." Because..."

..." Because what?..." I pressed.

..." Mine..."

I scrunched up my face a little confused.

..." Damon what are yo-..."

..." Say it again..." he interrupted me closing his eyes.

...." Damon are you sure you're ok?..."

He nozzles his nose into my hair sighing deeply as I lay helpless on top of him. I gave up trying to escape because he's too strong and he won't remember any of this in the morning.

He started to lightly stroke my cheek as my heart wildly pounds against my chest,my stomach doing back flips. No matter how hard I try to stop it it won't it just foolishly carried on. He felt so warm that I found myself slowly rapping my arms around him snuggling closer to the warmness of his body.

...." Mine..." he continues to whisper caressing my cheek.

I really don't get him....first he hates me and then he carries me to his room to cuddle while he's drunk...he's just a big mystery to me and it makes me want to find out more about him.