"How's Bridezilla?" I snicker.

I hear Braden sigh. "Truthfully, I can't wait for this to be over already."

I chuckle. "It's still not too late to change your mind, you know ..." I joke.

"Brooke, you know I love her. For better or for worse, right?" he answers seriously.

I roll my eyes. "I was only joking," I say. "You know ... I'm really happy for you. You deserve this." I don't think I tell him this enough. But he's that person that I want to see happy, really happy, because I know how much he deserves it.

All his life, he's been giving love to everyone. It's time he gets some of that love back now. I only hope Victoria is really the right woman to make him happy.

"Thank you, Brooke. I appreciate hearing this. I know you don't like my fiancée."

I snicker. Brother, dear, I hate your fiancée. But I try to tolerate her. Because if Braden is planning to spend his whole life with her, that means she's going to be a big part of my life, too. I guess it'll take some time for me to learn to tolerate her at least, but I'll do it for him.

"Don't worry about me. I'll learn to cope with her if I have to," I mutter. I still don't know what my brother really sees on her, but it's none of my business anyway so I'll let him love whoever he wants.

I only hope he's not doing a mistake and he'll ruin his life by forever regretting to marry a woman like Victoria.

"Thank you, that's all I really want. I hate you two fighting."

"Braden! They sent us the wrong flowers! I didn't order lilies!" Speaking of the devil ...

Braden groans. "I need to go," he says apologetically. I can hear how tired he is these days. It's two days until his big day and Victoria has been relentless, wanting the biggest and most extravagant wedding in history.

My doorbell rings. It must be Damien. I open the door while saying to Braden, "Me too. Love you."

"You too," he says. I hear Victoria call his name again before he hangs up.

I can finally give Damien my full attention now. Wow. He's ... magnificent, standing before me in his trousers and a tight white dress shirt that's tucked into his pants.

In these two weeks that passed, Damien and I became really good friends. Best friends I could say. We hung out basically every day. And either we went out or we stayed in and put one a movie.

And because of all that spending time together, my feelings for him have deepened. Yes. That fast.

It would be better if he was a shallow man or if he would have imperfections. Hell, it could help that he would be rude to the bartenders or yell at the idiot parking his car in a way that Damien could barely get his car out of the driving space.

But no. He was perfect. With no mistakes, at least not the ones that would make him unattractive even in the slightest. He was beautiful inside and out.

Maybe the only thing that really bothered me about him is that he was still seen with those long-legged models. But he assured me he didn't sleep with any of them and I didn't even see him kissing them.

I didn't quite believe him, so I stopped asking him about them. Doesn't mean I stopped being jealous.

He was still giving hints that he wants to sleep with me. And I often thought how easy it would be to just give in and spend a night with him.

But I was scared of what it would be like the next morning. We have a great friendship now and I really don't want to ruin it.

We're going out tonight, to a bar for a drink.

Damien steps back, casting an admiring look at my long dress I picked up for tonight. "Well, damn," he whistles. "I think every man will be jealous of me tonight." He grins in self-satisfaction, putting his hands in his pockets, staring at me with a mischievous, dirty look.

"But I'll be only yours tonight." I wink.

Damien gets that predatory, dark look in his eyes. "Will you be really?" he questions lowly, hitting on something deeper.

"Oh, yeah," I purposefully drop my voice down to a seductive one.

Damien takes a step forward, his face focused like he's on a mission. I lift my palm up, chuckling. "Not so fast, cowboy. I didn't mean it like that."

He gets that annoyed, desperate look on his face that he gets every time I shoot his suggestions down and don't give into him.

"You're such a tease, Brooke Campbell. I swear you're making me lose my mind. And balls for that matter." He groans up at the ceiling.

"I'm sure one of your sweethearts will know how to help your condition." Here goes me trying to act cool and not showing I'm jealous.

And the Oscar for the worst actress in history goes to ... surprise - me!

"Right now, only one sweetheart can help me with my condition. The only one I'd let help me," Damien says with a seductive tone, licking his lips.

"Uh-huh," I say sceptically with my eyebrows raised. "We better go before I think about believing you."

I walk through the door and lock it, then walking down in front of Damien. I go straight to my car. "I'm driving today, by the way," I throw over my shoulder, casually.

I see Damien stops in his tracks. "The hell you are."

I stop, too, turning around with raised eyebrows. "Do you have a problem with that?" I ask him slowly, giving him a pointed look. 

Damien crosses his arms. "Yes. In fact, I do." 

I smile at him and shrug. Then I turn around and continue walking to the car. ''Then you can drive alone. I'm driving tonight.'' 

"Brooke, honey. Let's not do this today," Damien says, this time his voice is closer. 

I grin to myself. ''We're not doing anything, Damien, baby," I coo back. 

I feel his hands on my hips suddenly. ''You live to defy me, don't you?'' he asks close to my ear, squeezing my hips and pressing his whole body against mine.

I lower my head and try to suppress a grin. "I wouldn't exactly say that. I live to make myself happy. Basically."

He pulls me back to him. "And you make yourself happy by defying me all the fucking time?" 

I put my hands on his and remove them from my hips. Then I turn around and look at him. "Defying you? You haven't seen anything yet. I'm not like those puppets that commit themselves so easily to a man. I'm a bad bitch, Damien, and a bad bitch doesn't let anyone command her." I pat his cheek like he's a child, leaving him dumbfounded as I stroll to the driver's door. 

Damien obediently follows me, sitting on the passenger seat with a grunt of displeasure. But he looks at me with amusement. "A great speech you gave me out there. It also made me think if you're this wild in bed, too."

I snicker, turning my car on. "Oh, wouldn't you like to find out?" 

Damien sneaks his hand on my thigh and squeezes it. "Terribly." When the slit of my dress opens, I see he takes a confused glance down at my thigh. And then his eyes widen. I have to bite my lip not to laugh out loud. "This dress has got a slit," he comments.

"Uh-huh," I say back, watching him still looking at it like it's the first time he's seen anything like that. 

"And it's really high," he says with a hoarse tone. I feel him sneaking his fingers to where the slit ends and he tries to part it open. 

I smack his hand away and he lifts his big eyes to mine. He looks like a child that's been caught stealing cookies. "I can't fucking wait to get a closer look of that," he says, a bit breathless. 

"You really are hopeless," I chuckle lightheartedly. This man ... he really doesn't feel any embarrassment from saying what he really means. 

This innocent flirting between us - that slowly turning into a not so innocent one - is a new experience for me. Especially to get attention from a man like Damien for so long. He could have a different woman in his bed every night - he did have or maybe he still does, yet he's still pining after me. 

I know he's joking a lot of times. And it's nice. I drive us to the restaurant that makes the best sushi I ever had. I went there with girls last week and we all agree it's the best we've ever had.

Damien also told me in one of our many conversations that he likes sushi. So, I said, why not?

I made reservations for us since it's always full. We're lead to our table. The seats are big, similar to what you see in the bar.

I notice Damien's stare when I sit and my slit falls open, exposing almost my whole leg. I see him swallow before looking at the table and clenching his jaw.

It looks hot.

We place our drink orders and we're soon left alone. I purposely cross my legs under the table, sitting so that he can see me, and my leg is now exposed - all the way up, ending high on my thigh. It leaves very little to the imagination, but it's the only part of the dress that's open. Otherwise, it's really modest and elegant.

"Did you choose that dress only to rile me up? Because I'm turned on beyond words," Damien exhales as I shift on the seat.

You're turning me on beyond words with your statements. "I chose this dress because I like it and it's one of my favourites." And because I knew how much you like my legs. I don't tell him that, of course.

Damien leans over the table and whispers secretively, "This just became my favourite dress, too."

We're interrupted by the waitress placing our drinks down in front of us. We also order our food.

Damien, as always, is amused by my order. "I really love a woman who can eat."

I chuckle. "You should get used to me eating a lot by now."

Damien's eyes suddenly darken. "I also have something big you would -"

I raise my hand up to stop him. "Please. Don't turn everything into a sexual way."

"It's kind of hard not to think like that when you're sitting in front of me. In a dress that's supposed to put any man in a grave," he groans.

I bat my eyelashes at him. "You're a very charming man, Damien Knox."

Damien sends me a boyish grin. "This coming out of your mouth, Brooke Campbell, it is a big compliment."

I put my hand on Damien's knee and rub it, going up a little further on his leg, stopping on his thigh and coming back down to his knee. Damien looks at my hand and then raises his eyes to mine, giving me one, long, hot look.

"You can go further up," he tells me, rubbing his lips with his knuckles.

I pat his knee and lift my hand. This is how it's been all these weeks between us. We both want to give into this sexual tension and release it with each other, but I'm still holding back. I don't even know why anymore.

I only know I don't want to ruin our friendship.

"I'll stay on the safe territory for now." I wink at Damien.

Soon, our food is placed down in front of us, but Damien continues giving me a hot look. "Are you a challenge for all men? Because then I'd really question why you're single. Because if I ever get to have you, I don't think I'm letting you go. Ever."

I freeze at his words. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. But no, darling, I was quite easy to get into bed with before you. It just seems you're out of luck!

Of course I don't tell that to him. "I don't kiss and tell," I whisper and start eating and enjoying my food. Delicious.

"I don't think I've told you, but my brother is getting married this weekend," I tell Damien, switching onto more serious matters.

Damien raises his eyebrows. "Oh? How long has he and his fiancée been together?" he asks kindly, making a conversation.

I frown. "You know that I don't really know? But I think around two years now."

Damien nods. "Who are you going with?"

His question actually surprises me a bit. It's not the one I really expected. It's also not the one you ask someone when talking about this so easily. "Uhm, should I go with someone?" I ask confused.

Damien spreads his arms. "Hey, I'm free if you want to show me off."

I grin. I see where this is going. I playfully scrunch my nose up. "I don't know ... you're not really a big catch, anyway ..." I trail off.

Damien narrows his eyes. "Are you kidding?" he asks with disbelief. "You're kidding," he repeats, this time a little bit more uncertain.

I shrug my shoulders and look down at my plate. "There are going to be a lot of models there. If you went, you could actually get new acquaintances," I add in a thought.

Damien leans forward and places his hand on my thigh, touching my bare skin on purpose. "Trust me, if I was there with you, I wouldn't be interested in looking at anyone else but you."

It's my turn now to look down at his hand on my thigh, his touch burning my skin. "That's what they all say."

Damien shifts a bit closer to me and moves his hand under my dress, touching the inside of my thigh. I squeeze my legs together. "May I ask what you're doing?"

Damien gives me a lopsided grin, tracing circles with his finger. Hot lust travels through my body. We've been playing this game for so long. His touch is almost too much for me.

"How far would you let me go?" Damien murmurs.

"Huh?" I mumble, not knowing where's he going with this question.

He opens my legs again and I swiftly look around us. "What are you doing?" I repeat the question that stayed unanswered before.

I grab his forearm, wanting to remove his hand, but then the tip of his finger touches the hem of my panties and I almost let out a loud moan.

Damien lifts his eyebrows. "How far, Brooke?" Damien asks again.

I shake my head and give his arm a weak tug.

Damien moves my panties to the side and he's touching me right there.

Oh, God.

Damien looks at me with amusement. "You're dripping already," he murmurs approvingly.

He's moving his finger up and down with lazy strokes, spreading my wetness. My mouth parts in a muted plea. I don't know if it's to ask him to stop or to continue.

"Damien, we're in the middle of a full restaurant. Anyone could see."

Damien grins. "No one is looking." He slowly pushes his long finger into me and he stops when he's all the way in. I clench down onto him and I see his mouth part as he exhales sharply.

Damien makes some lazy, slow strokes with his finger before he enters the second one. I hang my head and bite my lip. Hard.

"Brooke, fuck. You're gripping my fingers. So tightly," he gets out, almost in pain.

He starts stroking me slowly. I want it faster and harder, but I know I'll be screaming from the pleasure then.

Damien leans to me, close to my ear. "Imagine this being my cock, Brooke. Imagine how good I could make you feel." His hot breath hits my earlobe as he whispers this.

I let out a soft mewl, gripping down on his hand.

I feel Damien let out some harsh breaths against my ear before I hear him say again, "I can hear how wet you are, moro. Such a beautiful sound."

I close my eyes as I clench around his fingers again. "You're close, aren't you?"

I rapidly nod. If you stop now, I'll murder you.

Damien turns his head and leaves a kiss on my jaw before slowly biting down on it. To other people, we might look like a really affectionate couple. If they only knew.

I clench down on him again as I'm getting closer. "I can't fucking wait to feel this on my cock," Damien says against my cheek, rubbing his stubble against my soft skin. "Let me see how you look when you come for me, moro."

And I show him. I move my hand up his arm, squeezing his muscles, and put my face into his neck, opening my lips and biting down on his neck so I don't let out a loud moan that the whole restaurant would hear.

When I come down from my high, I leave my head on Damien's shoulder, breathing hard.

And when I finally lean back, I see him discreetly putting his fingers into his mouth, licking them, his eyes straight on me. "Mmm," he groans. "Best dessert I've ever tasted."

I blink. What the hell have I done?

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