Chapter 55 - The man who got drunk

"It doesn't matter, he has even expressed his good feelings for you to his parents, and ......"
Sophie spoke hesitantly, and her expression was a little worried, but more elated.
Intuition tells me that the last thing Sophie did not say is the most important.
"And what?"
"He told his mother that he wanted to marry you, and she agreed, even telling him that she wanted to be able to have the wedding at the same time as me."
What Sophie said was like dropping an atomic bomb and I felt my whole chest explode.
"Sophie, you're kidding me, right?"
I could hear my trembling voice as I grabbed Sophie's arm with both hands and looked at her with wide eyes, trying to hear the words of denial from her mouth.
Obviously I failed.
"I think Mr. William is a very nice young man, but it's still a little early to be talking about a wedding, and William thinks so too, but he told Mother that we can get engaged to you first after the wedding."
I didn't understand why William was doing this, we had only met a few times.
"Selena, what's wrong with you, don't you like Mr. William quite a bit? Didn't you even go out with Mr. William in the afternoon?"
"Also, the strawberry on your neck is also a trace left by Mr. William, right? You are already 19 years old, if you are in love you don't need to hide it from us."
What Sophie said after that, I can no longer even hear.
I now only want to find Damon, seeking Damon's comfort, but, in what capacity do I tell Damon this matter?
After all, Damon's nominal fiancée is also William's real sister.
This thing is simply too fantastical, even if I usually see novels will not appear this plot.
I was so torn inside for a night, and the night was a horrible dream.
In the dream, Damon and I held a wedding at the same time, only his bride is Morgan, and my groom is William.
I woke up from my sleep and pinched myself hard on the thigh to try to clear my head a bit.
At the same time, I decided to take a shower to calm down.
The flowing water helped me gain consciousness and sober me up from the shock of the day.
I then heard footsteps coming from the balcony, which also made me more awake.
I carefully hid behind the curtain and looked at the shadows at the balcony by the moonlight, and I seemed to recognize the owner of the figure.
"Damon?"
I asked tentatively, and received an affirmative answer.
"I'm in, little fox."
I opened the door to the balcony and let Damon into the room.
Damon came in and held me tightly in his arms straight after.
"Your smell fascinates me, and I can no longer tolerate the smell of other people."
I could feel the heavy smell of alcohol on Damon's body and a hint of perfume that smelled exactly like what I had smelled on Morgan today.
I struggled and pushed Damon away. There was still a bright red stain on the corner of his mouth, and even though it had been wiped off a lot, I could still recognize it as lipstick that belonged to someone.
I lowered my eyes, my heart was struggling, and that pain in my heart came back.
This pain has followed me for the past few days whenever I saw Damon and Morgan associated with each other.
"You shouldn't be here, the others will find out."
"Little fox, why are you always trying to push me away."
Damon's turquoise eyes shone with a hurt look and some confusion, and all the emotions showed that the current Damon was not sober, he was drunk.
With that, Damon hugged me tightly again, this time with so much force that I tried to struggle a few times without breaking free.
"Damon, you're drunk, you shouldn't have come to me."
I closed my eyes and there were tears running down the corners of my eyes. I didn't understand why I was in tears, and I didn't understand why I was sadder when Damon hugged me instead.
When I opened my eyes, I looked downstairs, and I saw another person.
William stood below my balcony, tilting his head in my direction, the moonlight was not bright, I could not see his expression, but I was able to clearly feel his feelings of sadness at this time, and this sadness was also transmitted to me.
Damon did not feel my movements for a long time, let go of me, he lowered his head and looked at me, struggling to open his eyes, the color of confusion intensified.
Damon stretched out his long fingers and stroked my cheeks, as if he felt the tears on my face, he touched them with his fingers and brought them closer to his eyes, as if he was identifying what the liquid was.
"Why are you crying little fox, don't cry, I didn't really want to sit with her today!"
Damon is like a child who made a mistake, usually always very open tone, at this time, surprisingly into a childish question, he dumbly hugged me, for a moment did not know what he should do to be able to make me happy.
Then I felt his kisses fall like rain on my cheeks.
And he stuck out his tongue to lick the tears on my cheeks.
I felt the increasing temperature of Damon's body and a bad thought flashed through my mind.
"Little fox, you're so delicious, I'm so hot, so hot, you're so comfortable on you."
Damon's hands were no longer resting, one holding me and the other tearing at his shirt and the robe I was wearing.
The two of our skin touched together, and Damon's hot body heat was transmitted to me more clearly.
"Damon, you're so hot, you're sick!"
I reached up and tried to push Damon away as I touched his forehead with my other hand.
His forehead was hot, it was obvious he had a fever and was even a little unconscious.
Damon reached out and grabbed my hand, his blade-like cheek, and rubbed it against my arm like a kitten.
"Little fox, you're so cool and comfortable."
His eyes looked at me, so shiny in the moonlight, and at the same time saw the desire deep in those eyes.
The moment I didn't react, Damon picked me up and walked in the direction of the bed.
And the robe I was wearing had long been ripped off him, and his shirt had been ripped off, leaking the wound that had been wrapped around my waist, and I saw the color of blood seeping through the gauze.
"Damon, let go of me, your wound is splitting open."
I whispered calling out to Damon, but Damon didn't give me any chance, gagging me with his lips and swallowing all my words into my belly.
"Umm..."
The more I struggled, the harder Damon stroked me.
This time Damon wasn't the first to give me pleasure like a gentleman.
He ripped off his own pants and tried to rush right in, without the slightest prelude of tenderness.
"Damon, it hurts!"
And instead of gaining his pity, my call was met with an even more violent attack.