Loving You - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

There's a light shake on my shoulder.

"Angellll." The sweet sultry voice breaks into my subconscious I smile a little and snuggle closer to the voice. I hear a deep reverberation that stirs me to my full awake. Damien is sitting on the edge of the bed smiling at me, his dimple in full view.

"How was your chat?"

I eye him warily "Good"

My voice is groggy from sleep and I don't have the energy to be angry about him threatening my family and friends.

"Good. Get dressed I want to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

He only smiles before responding "It's a surprise."

I get up from the bed and look out the window to see the sun is barely setting over the horizon meaning its probably just now reaching the afternoon. I walk over to the bags Damien had packed full of my clothes and open it. There was a bright blue floral dress on the top of pile. I decided to put that one on. And some white wedges to match.

Once I was finished I walk out of the room into the living room to find Damien standing in the doorway with a smile on his face waiting for me. His smile grows even wider upon my approach. Once I reach him he envelopes me in a hug and squeezes me tight.

"I missed you today" He smiles at me. I only nod back, not knowing how to respond. It's not like I missed him, but I didnt want to voice that. He takes my hand and walks me to the front door, leading me to our next destination.

Once we're at the front of the hotel he motions for the valet to come to us and speaks something to him in a different language. The man nods his head and speaks into a walkie talkie. A few moments later a brand new sports car pulls up. I cant help the look of shock that appears on my face. This car probably costs more than my college tuition that I couldn't even afford, and Damien was driving it around Europe.

He opens the door for me and once I'm settled walks around to the drivers side and takes a seat. The car is a 2 seater, and fits Damien perfectly in every way. It's an expensive sports car, that's stark white with silver rims. And once Damien starts the engine, we're speeding out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.

I'm looking out the window at this place, my forehead is plastered to the window and I'm staring in complete awe at what's around me. I've only ever seen the small town of where I'm from but nothing like this. The scenery is breathtaking. The road to the city has vast landscaped on either side, with the most exotic houses I've ever seen. And right in front of us is the giant metropolis with lights coming out of it from every corner.

"Enjoying the view?" Damien startles me out of my thoughts.

"Uh- yes"

He doesn't respond, he just smiles and sets his hand lightly on my exposed thigh and goes back to the road.

We finally reach our destination which is a giant clothing store that looks as expensive as this car. Once again there is a valet out front that takes the car and leaves us to do whatever it is we're here for. Damien takes my hand and leads me inside the shop. If my mouth was open in the car it was just about touching the floor now. This place had about 4 stories to it. There was jewelry, clothes, shoes, purses, makeup, accessories, hair products, anything you could think of it they had it.

Damien led me up to the 3rd floor and once we reached he looks at me and says, "Choose."

I stare at him in shock. He wanted to take me shopping?

"You mean, clothes? Here? Why? I already have more than enough clothing you already bought for me and-"

He cuts me off. "Angel, I want you to pick out your own clothes. Your style not what I chose for you. Now go on."

We spend the next 3 hours picking out clothes for me. We get everything from dresses to shorts and skirts. He even let me pick out a few bikinis! Once we reach the shoes Damien takes over. For the first 15 minutes I was picking out nothing but tennis shoes and flats, but he obviously doesnt like those for he started to pick out heels for me to wear. He also got me some handbags. I eventually ended up asking Damien for only one thing from the store. A straightener.

"No. I like your hair the way it is and I don't want you putting heat on it and damaging it." And that was the end of that discussion.

Each time something was picked out the person helping us would take it to the front so once we got there the clothes and everything was already rung up.

"That will be $11,452.63" The perky clerk said. As soon as I heard the total I almost fainted, but Damien didnt even flinch as he pulled out a card and paid the balance.

"Have everything delivered to my home."

The clerk nods and we walk out. I expect Damien to tell the valet to bring his car but instead he keeps my hand in his and walks along the street. Each shop we pass by has something even more unique in it than the last one. I peek at Damien through my lashes but he's looking straight ahead with an unreadable expression on his face.

I look back at the shops we pass by and stop when one catches my eye. Damiens a little caught off guard by my sudden stop and is jerked back into me with a look of surprise on his face. A part of my mind tells me I should be afraid, but I'm mesmerized by whats in the store. It's all vintage! I've loved everything vintage from the time I realized the era I lived in. I look at Damien hoping he's not ready to kill me but he just gives me a confused look and walks me into the store.

"I didnt know you were into these kind of... things" The way he says it sounds as if he's disgusted by it but I know deep down he's just surprised I'm not all about glitz and glam like he tried to perceive me to be.

We walk around the shop, and I stop at almost everything oohing and ahhing. This place was magnificent. We reach a shelf and on it lays a beautiful necklace. To me anyways. I stare at it longingly for a moment. It's plain. Just a golden chain with a single pearl that has gold trimming around it. It looks as if it was a family heirloom, and I was in love with it.

We finally leave the shop and the necklace behind. Damien walks us around the corner to a nice little restraunt called le bleu. Once we're seated he orders some type of champagne for himself and for me a water.

"Why do you always make me drink water?" I half pout. He looks up from his menu.

"Because it's good for you." I roll my eyes. What was good for me was if he would let me go back into the real world where I belonged. I don't want to sit through another meal in complete silence so I decided to make conversation.

"What did you do today?" He looks at me curiously for a moment and a ghost of a smile appears on his lips.

"I took care of some business."

Well that was blunt. But I wasnt about to give up yet.

"Soo what exactly are you the owner of?"

He sighs. "I'm the owner of an import and export business."

"What kind of imports and exports?"

"Wouldnt you like to know." I frown at that. Here I was trying to make conversation and he was doing everything but talking to me.

"Tell me, angel, what is it about that old store that caught your attention so much. I took you to the fanciest dress shop in all of europe, and your eyes lit up more to a ragged little shop that sells antique trinkets that dont cost even a fraction of what I paid for you."

I think about this for a moment. He's looking at me with his head tilted like he's genuinely curious about it.

"Um, I dont know. Just when I see anything vintage it just makes me happy. To see something that doesnt look the same as things we see everyday, and how people use to look at those things as if they were the best they would ever get, it just fascinates me how it works."

Damien seems to be thinking this over for a moment and goes back to his menu. The waiter returns with our drinks and Damien orders the food for both of us. Once the waiter leaves all of his attention is on me.

"There's a party tomorrow night. I want you to attend with me." I look at him for a moment, startled by this revelation. "What?!"

He looks up my tone probably awakening the beast inside of him.

"Watch your tone Nevaeh." He growls at me. I sit back in my chair and lower my eyes to the ground. He looks at me and sighs. He looks like he's about to say something but the waiter appears with our food and the moment is lost. We eat our food in silence and head back to the hotel. Once there I half expect Damien to pounce on me and rape me, but he just lets me take a shower and I go to bed. I smile to myself that night. Because for once, I think that Damien may be changing. Just maybe.

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