Can't Resist His Charm

He's gone

Bryan

“Are your parents’ home?” Mel asks me as we leave the diner an hour later.

I know she wants to come over, but I can’t because Damian was there- not for the next two hours. I smile, “No, but they would be in a bit. Want to chill still?”

“Sure,” she says sweetly as she hugs my arm from across her seat.

My excitement grows inside my pants as I drive home.

I was barely inside my bedroom door when I started pulling off my clothing. I lock it behind us and go straight for the bed not even bothering to shower. Mel shares my excitement and in less than a few minutes, we are tired, panting, sweaty and spent.

I roll over gasping as I pull the condom off me and walk to the bathroom. I take a paper towel sheet out from the cabinet and wrap the rubber in it before taking a quick shower. I rejoin Mel who’s still naked but texting on her phone.

“Who are you texting after s*xing me, Mel?” I tease and pull the phone away.

She swipes the empty air, trying to take it back and exclaims, “My mum wanted to know where I am- please be careful- ah- oh behave before you video call her!”

We both fall over and land on the carpeted floor. We giggled for we fell clumsily when I heard a knock on my door and we became still. It’s my sister I know it. I can sense her.

“Oh, my- are your parents back?” Mel looks horrified and covers her br*asts with her hands like an X making me laugh again. Covering herself is the last thing she should be worried about if my parents caught us.

“Who is with you, Bryan?” I hear the mischief in her voice.

“Will you behave, Mandy,” I call back out.

“Is that a girl? I am calling Mel right now!”

Sure enough, Mel's phone rings and her eyes widen as she hurriedly presses silent. She covers her mouth now.

“Mel is with me Mandy,” I shout confidently for I know she won’t believe me. But this works in case she hears a noise again from Bryan she’ll think it’s her. Win-win.

“Why isn’t she picking up then?” Silence for about five seconds then Mel's phone rings again and I nod for her to pick up.

“He- heyyy,” Mel says shakily, “It’s me. I am with Bryan.”

“You are? Oh,” she sounds disappointed and I’m certain it’s because she wanted to have something to have dirt on me, to use in the future.

“Yes,” Mel whispered, although we were alone upstairs and the almost deaf sitter was downstairs, so no amount of shouting would alert her.

“Huh, how come?” I hear the nosey one ask. I know each time I snuck Mel in there was a slight possibility that Mandy knew but I guess I was better than I thought for she sounded surprised now, to know she was there.

“Homework assignment. Look, I have to go.”

“Sure. I’ll wait for you downstairs,” I hear the little brat say and both Melanie and I exchange wide eyes and raised eyebrows glances. Mel agrees reluctantly and hangs up.

“Huh, Mel, I can’t bring another chick over with her around,” I joke and she playfully slaps my cheek.

“Better not. I have my police boyfriend right there,” she smirks back and pinches my cheek and rushes to shower. I try to coax her into allowing me to get her to ‘do it’ again while she makes use of my stuff on the dresser. Mel and I used almost the same products on our faces and hair.

So, Mel has a fantasy police boyfriend now. Interesting.

“No babe she laughs,” as I pull her shirt down her shoulder, kissing the area I know she likes and I grope her beneath the towel she still has wrapped around her waist. She hits my hand away playfully, although I can tell she wants to return to the bed again and plugs in the hairdryer.

She inquired about the sleeping bag she had bought when we had gone camping last year. The one Damian was sleeping on. I lied and said I was feeling ‘campy’ so I had taken it out. She giggles at my use of the word campy but she believes the silly explanation.

I could not tell Mel he had been staying with me. She might be okay with it but not Damian. I don’t think he wants anybody to know. And I certainly can’t tell her that I had bought him a laptop and clothing too. She might be okay with it who knows for Mel was just too precious.

Hours go by and I am awaiting Damian’s call but it’s not coming in. Maybe he is already getting a lift I think and I go to bed. But I can’t sleep…it’s now almost midnight and he is not here yet. I wonder if I should call him…what if he’s stranded? Maybe his father came again. No- I’m being paranoid I tell myself.

Two minutes later, I sent a message [Everything okay?]

Fifteen minutes go by and I do not get a response from him. I call but his phone just rings. I am beyond worried now and grabbing a jacket and a pair of boots, I am running downstairs. I practically am trying to put them on as soon as I reach the hallway, grabbing my keys and racing out.

My sister is in the TV room but does not hear me, thank goodness for headphones. I dial Damian’s number again and it rings again. I don’t know what to think- I am relieved it is ringing and not switched off.

The restaurant is closed when I reach it. Concerned that he might be hurt or locked in, I run out of my car, pressing my hands and face against the glass walls and peek in. Empty. The floor where I can see is empty- nobody on the floor. I ran around to the side entrance and did a quick scan- no Damian.

Taking some steps back I go over the empty surroundings once more. I see people lined up on one side waiting to get inside a club. The road had the regular folks walking around and about. Street vendors with food, couples making out on park benches. The restaurants across the road were open, so I did a quick dash in.

No sight of him.

I dial again as I race to my vehicle. “Sh*t,” I grumble for his phone is off now. Now I am really worried- did he switch off his phone or is he in trouble and it had been switched off because I called? With that in my head, I drive around like a madman hoping that it was him who had turned it off and he was on some park bench somewhere…just trying to clear his head.

Then I find myself looking out for a group of people as I think that Damian might be trapped and being beaten by his father and his friends. I am mad that I have to think this way and I press the dial again- still off. Maybe his battery is dead, I console myself with.

I drove to the park and did a slow drive around it before getting out. I figured he might be drunk or something. There is that possibility that he could be passed out or something

One hour later, I pulled into my driveway, Damianless.