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Damien needed a fucking drink. He'd just walked off on his own following his altercation with Lauren and his wife. It was recently discovered that his wife was holding a secret from him that he had only recently learned from Lauren. Dylan was expecting a child, and this was the big secret. It wouldn't have been a greater problem if Dylan had told him herself rather than his ex, whom he disliked with a vengeance.
Damien was about to become a father. The realization had slammed into him like a bus. He wasn't prepared to care for another human being when he couldn't even care for himself. He didn't have much of a father figure in his life, either. He was raised by a single mother until her suicide when he was placed in foster care until his birth father took custody of him. Damien, on the other hand, was already emotionally scarred. And his father was nowhere to be found. So, how was he to do the same for his upcoming child?
Damien needed to get away as quickly as possible since the air surrounding him was suffocating. He needed something, anything to take his mind off things. He was stumbling through the masses, knocking against party-goers who gave him a worried look. âSorry,â he muttered as he collided with a blonde woman with a familiar face.
Camillaâs nerves were still on edge about what happened between Lauren and she didnât want to go to anyone about her problems. Also, her high was coming down and she was already getting jittery, and she knew better to do bump a line in the open. So the next best place to go was the kitchen and get something to substitute with; alcohol. Cam knew she just had to get through the rest of tonight, and she may even come out of it with an idea for a new song.
Cam was already halfway through another drink, leaning on the counter just people watching the rest of the party. So entertained by some of the things she saw between her former high school friends and noting what people were saying and doing. She let out a sigh, thinking of getting some fresh air, possibly finding a secluded place to take another hit. Camilla stood up and turned towards the balcony when she bumped into someone, spilling her drink on herself.
âGah. Watch where youâre going assho-â Camilla looked up and paused for a second looking at who bumped into her. âDamien?â
Damien was lost in his thoughts until he heard his name called from behind him, snapping him out of it. Camilla Rhodes, an old childhood acquaintance, sprang into his mind as he snapped his head around. He hadn't seen her in a while, but she wasn't a stranger; her father was old college buddies with Damien's. He was New York's finest lawyer, assisting Damien's father with legal issues pertaining to the business, and the two spent their spare time at the country club. Damien met Camilla when her father invited the family home for supper one night while a teenager. Damien thought she was cute, but he never made a move on her. At the time, she was little more than a close friend with one thing in common: they both hailed from wealthy families.
âOh, shit-â Damien exclaimed, his eyes widening as he approached her with a fistful of napkins he had taken off the coffee table in the middle of the room. He wiped at her dress with care, being aware of where he placed his hands. âThis isn't how I expected to see you again.â He shook his head, laughing. After thoroughly wiping the spillage on her dress, he stuffed the napkins into his pockets, making a mental point to discard them later. âIt's been a long time, Camilla,â he grinned. âHow are you?â
Cam was as surprised as Damien was to see him. She had honestly forgotten him and Dylan had gotten married, though it was a very loose marriage from what she heard. She was about to push back from Damien trying to dry her off, but knew he wasnât doing it to get handsy but genuinely trying to help. Though Cam didnât mind the manâs hand on her body.
âRight? Been quite a few years. Assuming you took over your dadâs business by the look of things.â Camilla replied, giving an obvious look over Damien. He had honestly gotten much more attractive than he was during his teenage years, not that he wasnât cute back then. But cute wouldnât be the right word to describe him now. âThough, I usually ask for a drink first before letting most men play with my girls.â She said with a smirk, teasing him. âYou looked like you were in a hurry? Looking for the wifey?â Camilla asked. âOr a wifey?â Once again teasing Damien, but letting him know sheâs heard about his marriage style.
The âgirlsâ that Camilla was referring to were the first thing that drew Damienâs attention. âIs that so?â He whistled softly as he closed the space between them, letting her words reel him in like a fishing line. But, then he stopped himself short of flirtatious behaviors. Damien didnât fail to notice the sultry looks that Camilla was giving him. In all honesty, it would have worked if he hadn't been in such a sour mood; on any other night, he would seldom give in to her flaunting cleavage. Camilla looked good. Real good. Damien almost regretted himself for not making a move on her. Then she brought up his wife, immediately reminding him of his terrible night thus far.
âActually, Iâm looking for a drink,â Damien said matter-of-factly, scanning the room for the closest alcoholic beverage. He discovered a New Amsterdam bottle in the hands of a passing stranger. Damien went for it, flicked open the top, and took a long swig of the vodka. Damien gagged as the cheap alcohol burned at the back of his throat. Then, he caught eyes with the stranger from whom he had taken the bottle, who was scowling at him with his arms outstretched. âGo get yourself some other business to mind.â Damien snapped while flipping him off. The guy did as he asked, and let Damien bring his attention back to Camilla.âWe need shot glasses,â He yelled over the background music, then slid his hand into hers and dragged her to the kitchen.
Camillaâs smirk crept back across her lips as Damien stepped closer, trapping her between him and the counter. But then after mentioning his wife, his demeanor seemed to change, Cam took mental note of that. Hmm. Marriage problems. She thought to herself, and watched Damien snatch a bottle of alcohol from a guy, causing her to giggle. He hadnât changed at all. This reminded her of the time the two of them were walking back from the store after their parents gave them some cash, and on the way back Camilla mentioned something about getting tired. But Damien quickly acquired some bikes from some kids so they wouldnât take so long. She remembered laughing as the two of them rode the bikes down the hill back to his fatherâs house.
When Damien walked back over to her, she held out her hand to take the bottle and take a swig for herself, but he quickly mentioned getting shot glasses. âPretty sure thereâs some in the kitchen.â Camilla said. She was then surprised when he grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers, and pulling her behind him.
As the two of them entered, Camilla flashed a taunting smile to a few patrons that Damien moved out of the way, and just about kicked them out of the kitchen. Cam quickly spotted two shot glasses in an open cupboard stretched out to reach and grab them, not letting go of Damien. âTo the brim. Youâre not the only one wanting some alcohol to clear your mind.â She said tapping her glass. âYes, youâre that easy to read. And no, I donât need you to tell me about it nor need me to tell you about why I need to clear my mind. Letâs just have some fun.â She spoke, rubbing her thumb on Damien's hand. âTo good times.â Camilla said with a cheer, before downing her drink. âYouâd think the Mr. Wolfe would like something a bit more high-end than New Amsterdam.â She said after clearing her throat, teasing Damien.
Damien followed Cam around the kitchen, opening and shutting cupboards for shot glasses. After tiptoeing to the top counter, she glanced at him and said something about wanting to fill the drinks to the brim. Damien snorted and rolled his eyes in response to the remark. He had forgotten how much fun Cam was, and it made him nostalgic. Theyâd always had a good time, whether it was getting in trouble with their parents for sneaking out to a party or being caught with fake ids. She had a knack for making things appear exciting. They hadnât spoken in years, yet every reunion seemed comfortable and never unpleasant; they always picked up where they left off.
Damien tapped his shot glass against Cam's before swallowing the liquor entirely. âThis is terrible,â Damien remarked between coughs as Cam joked about his expensive taste in alcohol. âI'd rather drink piss,â Damien laughed, shaking his head in disgust. He set the glass down and then let go of Cam's hand. âI need...â He hummed as he scanned the counter, which was crammed full with food platters and crimson plastic cups. Finally, he saw a Remy Martin on the countertop in the corner. He walked over to get the dark liquor, then turned around to face Cam. âThis is more to my liking now. We just won the lottery.â He walked back to her and grabbed the empty glass from her perfectly manicured hands. He filled it to the brim as she had asked, handed the glass to her, and then filled his own. Finally, he rose the cognac toward the sky. âHereâs to the nights weâll never remember. With our friends, weâll never forget. â He roared above the music before leaning back to gulp the thick liquor. As they drank their glasses, a few spectators cheered him on and joined him in the toast. When Shakira's song âHips Donât Lieâ came on, Damien started bobbing his head to the intense bass of the music while placing a hand on the small of Cam's back and leaning in close. âWant to dance?â He asked.
Camilla let out a giggle as Damien reacted to the cheap vodka and her tease. She made a quick pout when he let go of her hand, it was warm and comfortable. But her eyes lit up as he went and upgraded their poison for the night. Cam wasnât one to drink high-end alcohol unless she was drinking sangria or some other champagne at a fancy event, and never had Remy Martin, but she knew it was a top-shelf item. âOhhh fancy. Wonder who let that laying around.â She commented as Damien took and filled her glass.
The two of them down their drinks after Damienâs cheers, obviously one-upping her New Amsterdam cheers. After the cognac went down her throat smoothly and she basked in the vanilla flavor, Camilla was starting to feel the effects of her precious drinks all stacking up. She was enjoying herself.
Camâs face got a little bit more red when Damien slid his hand down her back. This a mixture of her being a little past tipsy, and her blush coming through. âHas anyone ever told you no Damien?â She let a smirk before reaching and filling up another shot but hovering over Damienâs mouth instead of taking it herself, and slowly pouring it in, and then letting Damien return the favor.
Cam pulled herself closer to Damien and started moving her hips to the music. She stayed close to Damien, the two of their bodies rubbing against each other a bit between the beats, faces inches from each other, Cam occasionally softly singing random lyrics from the song, usually the more dirty ones. Then, after Damien spun her around to where her back was against him danced for a bit, Camilla got a fun idea.
She tilted her head to the right where Damien was breathing on her neck. âHey, letâs have some real fun. Help me up.â Camilla spoke, pointing over to the countertop, wanting to get on top. âItâll be fun.â She continued, pulling him towards the counter. Damien quickly helped her up, and she didnât mind where he placed his hands to help her up, though it did feel like a bit of a tease.
Damienâs jaw clenched as he concentrated on Camillaâs body, which pushed close to him as she swayed her hips to the lyricsâ rhythm. His hands were on her hips, moving along with them as she danced. Damien became very heated due to the effects of the liquor and the adrenaline of the sensual dance. Their steps were in rhythm, and their faces were so close that Damien could smell the delicious cinnamon spice emanating from her. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, then dropped his hand, simultaneously caressing his palm down over her arm until his fingers intertwined with hers. Next, he lifted her arm and turned her around in a single motion, pressing her back into his chest. Damien let her grind her hips into him for a few moments before she perked up at the thought of lifting her on the island counter. He wasnât sure whether she should go up there when she was tipsy, but she persisted. So, Damien extended his hand to hers while lifting her effortlessly on the counter at her hip. Cam let out a small squeal in response as he teased her hip, then turned to grin at Damien before beginning her performance.
Damien watched as she started rolling her hips like Shakira and bringing her hands to her hair. Camilla drew the attention of the party when she slid a sleeve down her shoulder. The striptease elicited some wolf-whistling and applause from the audience. Damien couldn't see her face, but he knew she was looking at him. Damien was in a daze as she boldly danced in front of him, then she performed a booty dip. Damien had to catch himself, slumping back against the counter as a result of the motion. He gazed at her flawless figure in that tight dress, appreciating each of her curves. Damien was sure of one thing, Camilla: she did an excellent job of grabbing her audienceâs attention.
She was doing a fantastic job until she slipped on a spill on the counter, causing Damien to spring off the counter and quickly catch her in his arms. He cradled her in his arms and smiled tipsily. âYouâve definitely had enough to drink," he joked.
As Camilla got stabled on the counter she started enjoying herself a bit more, people clearing the counter of food and drinks out of her way. The music in the air shifted and Cam got more relaxed, running her hands through her hair and making it a bit messy as she started to dance, more seductively than loose. As she swayed, she slid one of her sleeves down to tease the onlookers but keeping a stare on Damien.
Cam was interrupted for a second when a familiar face, Robyn, came over and asked if she had seen Lauren, though Camilla just dismissed her, saying something about Erin's room.
The attention was brought to having fun when one person shouted out to take off her dress, she unbuttoned one button, but then wiggled her finger before continuing. She stayed closest to Damien, giving him multiple different views of herself, enjoying his eyes out of everyone.
The atmosphere around Camilla was similar to those of her shows, eyes on her and loving the attention. She went to do a spin around but the heel of her shoe slipped in someoneâs spilt vodka, quickly sending her off the counter. She was scared for a moment but then fell softly into someoneâs arms, looking up and seeing Damien, letting out a teasily lecture about her being drunk. âPfft. But I definitely haven't had enough of you, Mr. Wolfe.â Cam said, gripping onto his collar and pulling in for a kiss.
Then, everything went black.
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