Masked Feelings

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

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Chapter 21: Undercover Slut

After thirty minutes of typing away on my laptop, I pushed it away and stood up. I stretched my arms and legs then walked to my wardrobe. I pulled out a scarf and wrapped it around my neck, not wanting to take the risk of the other people seeing all those hickeys. I tied my hair in a ponytail while humming a song. Basically, I'll have to meet Damian's girlfriend. Yuppie!

"Athena" I saw the door open slowly and Thomas peeked in to look at me. I smiled at the little boy and motioned him to enter. He opened the door wider and stood there. "Alena said dinner is ready" he said.

"Let's go then" I said and walked to the door. I took his hand in mine and we both walked to the dining room while talking and laughing. I rose my head to see that everyone was already here. My parents were not here. Thank God. As my eyes skimmed the dining room, I noticed that Damian was not here too. Where is he? Thomas tugged on my hand. I bent as he leant to my ear.

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