Chapter 11 Incoming Text

• ~ Violet ~
• “So, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” Damon said in that deep husky voice.
• “A girl like me?” she asked back.
• “Beautiful, smart, and… clearly inexperienced,”
• Violet narrowed her eyes and gave him a look like she was offended.
• “For your information, I’m well-qualified for this job. I’ve been working here since—”
• “I wasn’t talking about the job,” Damon cut her off. His deep brown eyes pierced into hers.
• “W-what are you talking about then?”
• “I’ve seen the way you look at me and you look away,” his eyes darted to her lips and back to her eyes. “Why? You can’t handle a little heat?”
• She let out a little gasp, unsure of what to say. Damon only smiled and leaned closer. Both his hands were up on the walls, trapping her little body in place. She looked up at him and Damon could see the fear displayed in her eyes. She was squirming and it made Damon’s blood boil. He was thoroughly enjoying this.
• Damon licked his lips and his eyes turned hooded and dark. She swallowed hard and turned her face to the side as his mouth landed on the skin of her neck. He inhaled her scent and let out an appreciative sigh. This made something inside Violet’s stomach twist into knots, and she didn’t know what that was.
• “D-Damon…” she breathed.
• “Scream if you must,” he murmured to her skin. “And if you need me to stop, just say the word,”
• Scream if I must…?
• Not wasting another second, Damon’s mouth connected with the sweet spot on her neck. He kissed and sucked hard on her skin like he was about to eat her alive. Her hands raised up to push him back, but Damon grabbed them and pinned her above her head.
• Damon closed the distance between their bodies and he could feel her writhing against him. She was trashing and jerking around, clearly inexperienced in terms of handling her own body. Damon trailed kisses all over her neck and jaw, and he stopped right before their lips could touch.
• “Tell me, what do you want?” he whispered breathlessly.
• “I don’t want you… to stop,”
• Violet didn't know how these words could come out of her lips, but that was what happened. She never had a boyfriend or experienced anything like this with a guy before. This all felt foreign and new, and felt the need to experience more.
• “Are you sure about that?” Damon murmured to her lips.
• “Y-yes,”
• He let out another smirk, that devilishly sexy smirk, and then he closed the distance between their lips. Violet’s breath hitched as their lips connected, and his lips were coaxing hers into submission. Finally, she closed her eyes and let the sensation took over. Her hands were still pinned above her head and her skin was burning with a desire she didn’t know what.
• “You’ve never done this before, haven’t you?” Damon said through the kiss.
• Violet could only gulp. It was too embarrassing to admit that she was an eighteen year old girl who had never kissed a boy in her life. Damon pulled away slightly and he cócked his head to the side.
• “Wait, don’t tell me,” he paused for a beat before saying, “Are you a virgin?”
• * RING! * RING! * RING! *
• The alarm clock rang incessantly and it woke Violet straight up. Her eyes jerked open and the ceiling to her bedroom was the first thing she saw. She let out a deep sigh before turning off the alarm. It was just a dream, she thought to herself.
• Getting off from the bed, Violet grabbed her clothes and she was about to head to the bathroom when she noticed the big white box sitting on her desk. A week had passed since it was delivered to her house and the purple roses that were in it were getting dry, but they were still too pretty to be thrown out. Violet stared at the roses for a second more before she shook her head and went to the bathroom.
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• Today was a day like any other day for Violet. She woke up at five in the morning, took a shower, had breakfast, and went to her shift at the coffee shop. Her dream last night was something out of the ordinary, but apart from that, her day started out normal and great. The coffee shop was always packed with people in the morning, but by the time the afternoon rolled around, the business was winding down. Violet had finished all her side duties and there weren’t any customers in sight, so Violet started looking at her phone. Something intriguing caught her attention as there was a text notification from Jesse.
• Jesse Miller: Hey Vi, it’s Jesse.
• Jesse Miller: Are you free tonight for dinner?
• Violet couldn’t stop the smile forming on her face. A week had passed since Jesse drove her home from the police station and she was starting to forget all about this dinner thing. She didn’t think Jesse was serious about asking her out, but he was. Violet thought for a moment as her fingers hovered over the keypad, thinking of something clever to say back.
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