Faking it with Damian Black by Louise Jane

Faking it with Damian Black by Louise Jane Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

-MILLIE

“No wonder they’re asking for a night out,” Damian said.

I told him everything Diana knew, and probably what the entire town knows too

by now, and his reaction was that. A little crease on his forehead, a simple

crossing of his brawny arms in his middle, nothing more. While here I am, a

pacing wreck of nerves, a tight bundle of anxiety that would snap at any minute.

He pluckedfrom the gazebo for a walk, a save from further hearing Mom and

Nancy over-enthuse about the engagement party they’re planning for us. His

emergency was truly a non-emergency compared to mine. He askedif I’d go

out with him and his friends for a night out.

“That’s it?” I asked, my sneakers leaving prints on the ground at the Black

mansion’s property. The bespeckle of trees behind the estate had grown leaves

over spring. Damian leaned against one pine tree, watchingwith calmness in

his eyes.

His composure was getting on my nerves. Since we started this fake dating, he’d

been so calm with every clout my drunk self created for us.

He raised abrow. “You’re not even mad at me?” I probed, halting my steps,

parking a hand on my hip. “I’d be mad at me. Really, really mad.”

A slow smirk tipped his l*ps. “It’s fascinating, actually,” he explained. “I’ve never

seen you so. ruffied.” he chose his words. “So Millicent is human, after all.”

My mouth parted, fire frizzled under my cheeks.

“Ruffied?” I piped, my voice hitching. “I’m more than ruffied, Damian. Try

freaking the f uck out! Have you heard anything that I said: I even had my

engagement ring in detail!” I raised my left hand to insist on my point. “I even

cup

up with the reason why I wasn’t wearing it! There’s no way around this.”

Damian chuckled, left his post under the tree, and walked to where I was

‘ruffiing”

“See? Fascinating. You could be a writer, Millicent.” He tossed an arm over my

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shoulder, which was becoming a habit of his. “You need a drink.” He suggested,

whiskingback towards the mansion. “And then we can plan on this fake

engagement. What do you say?”

“I don’t want to drink anymore.” I pout, permitting him to guide me, subtly

sinking into his side. Damian’s calming effect on my nerves grew stronger with

every hitch in this deal.

“You need one,” he insisted. “Maybe you can think of another amazing twist in

our love story.” I stabbed his side with my

elbow.

“Aw, why so mean to me, my lovely fiancee?” He feigned hurt, but I couldn’t

contain a giggle from escaping me.

Luke Russell owned one of the most popular clubs in the City, Legally Luke’s. We

ski pped a long waiting line of people, Damian pushingforward with a hand

on the small of my back.

We approached two bouncers manning the club’s entry. Damian tipped his chin

to the bulky guy on the right. “Stan.”

“Boss,” Stan replied, stepping aside to let us in.

Damian removed his hand from my lower back and slid his fingers to clasp

mine. The gesture was so casual one would never think we were faking this

relationship. He patted Stan’s shoulder whispering something to him.

The rave music pulsed beneath my heels. Laser lights hitin the face in the

spulsing beat. After Damian and Stan exchanged a few words, Damian

curved a hand over my shoulder and guidedthrough the dance fioor.

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the U-shaped level on the second fioor. Luke and his

Across the entry was a bar, and on each side were stairs leading girlfriend

Savannah, Matt, Madeline, and Charlie were already waiting for us.

Madeline and I sat side by side, Charlie and Damian sandwiching us in a

crescent-shaped booth designed to provide privacy.

“You two look cute together,” Madeline gushed as soon as the guys dived into a

conversation regarding football stats,

“Haven’t seen 1 with a girl before,” Savannah butted in. She was total knockout,

with prominent cheekbones, and shiny blond hair that would pass for a

shampoo commercial. “But you’re cute,” she shrugged, forcing out that

compliment if I could even call it that as though I needed her approval to be

Damian’s girlfriend.

“Thanks,” I said, the

e downing my fiat tone,

Madeline blabbered about how Damian and I never talked back in high school,

dominating the conversation like a talk show. host. She set a hand over my

forearm. Her fingernails sunk into my skin. She was too excited to notice she

was about to pull my skin.

“Felicity can’t get over you and Damian,” she twittered. “She kept buggingfor

details about you two, Like, what am I gonna give her? The guys didn’t know

about your engagement before the reunion!”

Savannah raised an eyebrow. “Why? Damian kept you like his d*rty little secret.”

Damian heard Savannah’s comment. “Who’s my d*rty little secret?” He tossed an

arm over my shoulder yet again.

“Millic, silly.” Madeline supplied. “You two kept it a secret.

“Not anymore.” Damian leaned back and sipped his beer, his thigh brushing

against mine. “Pigtails already knows about us Damian kept saving me

constantly, I might get used to this kind of treatment. Hunter had never brought

at the station. This was quite a pleasant change.

I leaned my head on Damian’s shoulder, the first tI ever initiated to be

touchy with him. We agreed we’d be touchy in public, but it takes a lot of

courage to be bold. “Damian’s very understanding and Candice took everything

well.”

“Aw,” Madeline cooed, “I’m so happy things are working out for you two.”

“So, how did Damian propose?” Savannah chipped in, her probing blue eyes

searing.

All eyes were on us now, puttingon a hot seat. Damian’s composure never

wavered, so I decided to put all the weight on him this time. “Why don’t you tell

them how you asked me, babe?” I looked up at him, batting my eyel

He peered down at me; our faces were so close his breath brushed my cheeks.

Everything about hi scents, his breath, and the way he stared at me. He slid the

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hand resting on my shoulder to my side. jolted in my seat, gasping, squirming.

“I haven’t proposed properly to her,” he murmured, glancing at his friends.

“When I saw Millicent at 1 something unexplainable hit me. She was so da mn

beautiful I couldn’t take my eyes off her and wonde nice to have her in my arms.

She was still with Hunter back then, but I made a promise to myself. It lev

Millicent, I would” Hiv long, lash gaze met mine. The tenderness sailing over

them leftbreathless. “I every day with her in my arms,” he smirked, lifting

his face. “And when I heard what that f ucker did to her, she’d givea chance,

and here we are.”

“And you said yes?” Matt inquired, brows creased. His indignance still battled

me. He had the stone back að But my recollection of that night cannot be

used as solid evidence, anyway

me. His

List. I’

“Ah… yes,” I swallowed, still breathless by Daman’s declaration is thumb on my

waist kept drawing incoherent pa Each stroke directed a zing toward my center,

forcingto rub my thighs together. “I mean, when you know, you ki right?” I

pat Damian’s chest, electric shock tingling under my palmis. “It doesn’t matter

where or how.”

Madeline opened her mouth, ready to fire another question, but Damian rose.

“Wanna dance?”

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“But I have more questions! Madeline pouted, crossing her arms like a petulant

child.

“You don’t dance, D, Savannah goaded, frowning.

“Let them be.” Luke tossed an arm over Savannah’s shoulder. “Haven’t seen this

version of Damian in a long time.”

Damian glared at Luke, grabbed my hand from my lap, and draggedaway

from the booth.

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