Revenge Deal With The Devil-Chapter 63: ILLUSION
"What do you mean?" Duane asked trying to hide his nervousness, he could definitely not let Damon find out anything.
"Answer my question when I ask you!" Damon yelled slamming the book on the table angrily, Duane felt shivers go down his spines seeing Damon like that and gulped trying desperately hard to hide his nervousness, the truth must not be found out or he wouldd be deadmeat.
"Why are you even bothered about it, at least you are together with Ophelia now, that’s all that matters." Duane said coldly as he shrugged lightly shoving his hands into his pockets, he stared at the sweets that was laying on the floor raising his upper lip, sweets he managed to take from the human world the reason why the destroyed one of his priceless candle stands, he suddenly felt the urge to cry but he definitely won’t show his weak side to Damon.
Damon plopped on the bed sighing as he crossed his legs his hands supporting his body. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
"We are together now, and of course I’m happy, but that doesn’t mean I would not get back at those who separated us in the first place." Damon said titling his head to look at Duane with a smirk on his face.
"Well, I have nothing to tell you, you can leave now." Duane sighed, any more pressure from Damon could make him open up, no Duane you can’t, remember what the darn man killed your family, Duane gave himself a pep talk not wanting to waver.
"Fine if you say so? But remember anything can be an illusion." Damon said with a wide smile on his face patting Duane shoulder before disappearing from the room leaving Duane in confusion, what the hell just happen, Damon just smiled at him and patted his shoulder, either ways, none of that mattered, Duane thought bending down to pick his sweets but saw that they were not on the floor but on the table stand beside the bed, okay that was weird.
Damon went back to the woods to the cabin where Amelia was, he saw that she was busy on her laptop and disappeared from the room silently not wanting to disturb her, as any conversations they had of recent only led to arguments and more bad feelings between them.
Being in a good mood, Damon hummed disappearing again from the cabin, Amelia hands tightened into a fist as she paused typing on her keyboard, she had felt Damon’s presence earlier but it was like it was an imagination because it did not last long but after being around Damon for so long she had already gotten used to his presence and knew it was not a mistake and was very sure it was him.
Damon looked at the bags in his hands with a satisfied smile on his face, he had carefully picked these for Amelia and hoped that maybe after eating some food she would calm down a bit.
"Amelia come to the sitting room." Damon called out placing the bag on the table as he went to the kitchen folding up his sleeves and put the plates under the tap and washed some plates that they would use to eat.
Coming out of the kitchen with all the cutleries and plates in his hands, Damon frowned seeing that Amelia was still no where to be found.
He dropped the plates on the table arranging the cutleries by the side, before going to Amelia room wanting to call her out.
"Amelia." Damon called out knocking lightly on the door but he heard no response, he groaned angrily prying the door open to meet an empty room, with the window left open, the night breeze blowing the curtains.
Damon eyes constricted as he felt his eyebrows twitch in anger, did she really think she could escape him, Damon wanted to let her roam free in the forest knowing there was no way out but felt disturbed that if she ran into any dangerous animals she could be stranded and might even end up getting hirt
This place was an island he and Ophelia found when they were out of the underworld, it was like a world on it’s own and without magic getting out was almost impossible, this place was he and Ophelia haven.
Damon headed out into the forest yelling Amelia name like crazy getting anxious after walking for what seemed like hours and yet was not able to locate her, he tired heightening his senses to see if he could pick up any sounds or anything at all that would lead him to Amelia but all he got were sounds coming from the directions of the, cabin?
Confused at what could be going on Damon headed back to the cabin and what he saw almost made his jaw drop.
It was Amelia standing in the sitting with a bathrobe on and nothing underneath, could this be a joke, where had she been, he thought she left.
"Amelia, where have you been?" Damon asked through gritted teeth trying not to show his anger, "What do you mean where have I been? Like I could leave this place anyways." Amelia snapped rolling her eyes.
"Why are these things on the table?" Amelia asked irritated, she did not want his care at all, he should go shower it on his mate.
Damon stared at Amelia for a while and decided not to say anything, it was best if he kept mum for the sake of avoiding another argument.
"It’s dinner, I went to a store in the human world to purchase it, no need to worry." Damon said removing the takeaways from the bag and placing it on the table, due to the searching he has not been able to put the dish in the microwave to warm it up.
Amelia saw her spring rolls and pasta which was her favourite and salivated, she wanted to say no due to the fact she was mad at him, but it was Damon she was mad at not the food right? And besides her stomach probably felt like an abandoned werehouse with cobwebs in it, it was begging for food.
Amelia did not respond and and only sat down but only sat down In front of the already set table.
Damon seeing this let out a slight smile the scene warming his heart, if there was one thing he knew his Ophelia for, she would never joke with food.
Damon also pulled a wooden chair opposite Amelia having his seat.
Amelia turned to look at Damon with a raised eyebrow asking whether he was eating with her but Damon paid no heed to her and dished the food out.
The two eat in silence and occasionally Damon would raise his head up to stare at Amelia especially her clear milkly white chest that was exposed because of the bathrobe.
As she ate, Amelia spilled a bit of sauce on her chest causing her to gasp in shock as she hurriedly reached out to carry a tissue so she could use it and clean the sauce up but Damon held her wrist preventing her from moving.
"What are you doing let go of me, I need to clean this up." Amelia quarreled glaring at him angrily, "Did I stop you from doing that?" Damon questioned her like he did not do anything wrong, Amelia stared at his hand that held her wrists and his face trying to figure out how this was not stopping her.
The sauce started trailing down Amelia’s chest going deeper, "Damon!" Amelia called out frustrated at his behaviour, could he not just bug her with his presence and let her wrist go.
"I don’t know why you want a tissue so bad, when my tongue can do the trick." Damon said with a devilish smirk on his face as he stood up from his chair turning over to go meet Amelia, Amelia felt freaked out with what he said, what did he mean by that but at least the good thing was that he had let go of her wrist.
Amelia reached out to the tissue box and tore some tissue from it wanting to clean the sauce up when a wet hot substance suddenly licked her chest tracing the place in which the Sauce had dropped.
Amelia’s entire body froze in shock as she stared at Damon who had paused giving her his signature smirk, she blinked repeatedly before coming back to her senses and she recovered from the shock.
The first thing Amelia did was to hit Damon hard on the head, "What the hell was that?!" Amelia yelled freaked out to the bones, why was this man so shameless and she felt even more shameless because she felt her heart beat faster than before and a blush crawling up her face.
"You are surely going to pay for that." Damon responded refering to the hit he had just received.
"What do you mean I’m going to pay for that, you assaulted me first." Amelia complained loudly and wanted to go on but was interrupted by a kiss as Damon lifted her up from the chair heading towards the room.
"How about I show? But let me warn you, you might enjoy it now but your legs would tell the tales tomorrow." Damon smirked at Amelia pulling her into another round of kiss which she responded to using her hands to roffle his head.
