Free Damian by Jessica Wood

worst part was, he began to kiss her back. I felt my stomach twist uncomfortably as I watched their passionate kiss. When they broke away from each other, Damian was smiling at the girl and I knew he had enjoyed it.
    Then, without warning, he looked over at me from behind the bar, as if he knew someone had been watching him. The smile and lust in his eyes disappeared the moment he saw me, and for a second, we both seemed to freeze as we stared at each other like deer caught in the headlights.
    “Shit, he’s hot,” Jen whispered from behind me, breaking my moment of paralysis.
    Damian blinked and his surprised expression completely disappeared. He cleared his throat and smiled at me. It was his signature I-know-I’m-fucking-hot smile, and I couldn’t help but fall for it like every other girl around me near the bar.
    “Hey, you,” he said to me. I flinched at his words. Does he not remember my name?
    “Hi,” I said flatly. I refused to let him know that his words had upset me.
    He looked at me for a second without saying another word, and the awkward silence seemed to grow and become dense between us. I saw the confusion in his eyes and wondered what he was thinking.
    I didn’t have to wonder about that for long, because he finally looked away as the redhead pulled his face into hers for another kiss. I felt a stab of pain in my chest as I saw him grab the nape of her neck to kiss her back.
    As much as I wanted to look away, I couldn’t seem to pull my eyes off of them. It was almost like driving past a horrible car wreck—you know you won’t be happy with what you will see, but you can’t help yourself from slowing down and looking to see what happened.
    Then, to my utter surprise, I saw the redhead move her hand down his chest, under his shirt, and then into his pants. I felt my body radiate with irritation and shock at her boldness. What made it worse was that Damian made no efforts to stop her. Instead, he smiled seductively at her and slowly closed his eyes in pleasure.
    “Damn, I love this bar,” came a voice from behind me. I turned around and saw Kelly as she handed me and Jen our shots.
    I feigned a laugh.
    “Cheers, girls,” Jen said as we raised our shot glasses.
    I downed my Mind Eraser and hoped it would do just that—erase my thoughts of him.
    “Wow, I wish I was that redhead right now,” Kelly exclaimed. I didn’t have to follow her gaze to know who she was talking about. But much like that car accident, I couldn’t help but to turn around and look over at the redhead, who was still talking to Damian.
    He then shot a glance at me and smiled again. I felt my heart respond by skipping a beat, and a part of me hated my body for betraying me and giving in to him like that.
    “Hey, let’s go dance,” I suggested. I needed to get away from the bar area.
    “But I think that guy was looking at you,” said Kelly.
    “Oh I doubt it,” I said dismissively.
    “No, he totally was,” Jen agreed. “That was the second time he’s looked over at you, Alexis.”
    “Yup, he was totally eye-fucking you, girl!” Kelly exclaimed.
    I laughed. “What? What does that even mean?”
    “It means that he was staring at you so hard that he may as well have been inside you,” Jen explained.
    “He probably wants to be inside every girl,” I said with a snort. But I couldn’t help but blush at her words and was thankful that I could blame my flushed cheeks on the alcohol.
    “I know that look.” Kelly looked at me suspiciously. “What haven’t you told us? Did you have something with him?”
    “No!” I said immediately.
    “Then what? I’m with Kelly. There’s something going on between you two!” Jen squealed.
    “I …” I looked over at Damian again and the two girls followed my gaze.
    Then I turned back to the girls, who both looked at me expectantly.
    “It’s really nothing. We just had a brief encounter when I first moved in, but I haven’t seen him in weeks. He doesn’t even remember