Camilla
When Damon said he wanted to come along with us at the bar, I wasn't expecting him in yet another suit and a tie, looking like a banker who is on his way to count some cash. I called him earlier today to inform him about the admission, like expected, he was very happy for me, which is his purpose of coming here tonight.
"You can stop looking, you're making it obvious that you want to f**k him, and is kinda isn't fair for me because people here are going to take me as the dude keeping you away from what you really want." he whispered in my ear, a bottle of beer firmly in his hands. "but I don't blame you though, he sure does make a woman's wet dream looking like that."
I slapped his arm, so he can stop saying nonsense. Leaning forward, I grabbed my mug and took a large gulp of
