Chapter 3 NO PLACE AT THE TABLE.

CHAPTER 3: NO PLACE AT THE TABLE.

Damon walked into the room, shivering. He slumped on the ground, curling up into a ball. His face, weary and his lips, pale. He was burning up. His stomach churning due to hunger. He dragged himself towards the bed, supporting himself with the bedside drawer, he laid on the bed.

Hot tears, streamed out of his beautiful but lifeless eyes. His figure looked lonely. The bedspread, was soaked in his tears and water from the wet clothes. Thirty minutes passed, but he was still curled up on the bed, shivering. Not aware of time, Damon, slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Back in the living room, Vanessa walked out of the kitchen, shaking her waist seductively. She was naturally seductive, but she added more efforts to shaking her waist and voluptuous ass. She wanted to give Vintage, a view of what he was missing. Vanessa walked up to Vintage, smiling sheepishly.

Standing beside Vintage, she greeted his parents, trying to suck up to them, "Aunt, Uncle, it's been a while. How have you been?" She remembered she didn't acknowledge them, earlier, when she dragged Damon towards the kitchen. 'What would they think of her now?' She thought fearfully, in her head.

Mrs. Shawn, smiled back in return, but she thought disdainfully in her heart, already seeing through her actions. 'Hmmph, what is she trying to do? She is not even good for Vintage.' Breaking out of her thoughts, "Yes my girl, we have been okay." She said, trying to sound meek.

Mrs. Shawn continued to observe Vanessa, 'She is not so bad, Vintage can just take her away from Damon and dump her later.' She longed to see everything taken away from Damon. After locking him up, years ago, the incident fueled her desire to take whatever she wanted from him.

Mr. Shawn just looked at Vanessa, smiling back at her. Not bothering to answer her questions. He didn't hold the Morgan's family in high regard, they were like dust, even to his middle class family. He had seen through Vanessa's actions, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

"Vanessa dear, bring out the dishes." Mrs. Morgan ordered Vanessa, while walking out of the kitchen. She walked towards the Shawn family, wanting to invite them to the small dining table just outside the kitchen. The dining table, was recently added, when they heard news of the Shawn's family's visit.

Mr. Shawn and his wife, nodded at Mrs. Morgan, standing up to their feet, they looked around the house in undisguised disdain. They walked towards the small dining, scrunched their eyebrows at the small spread of food. They sat down to grudgingly to see Vintage, walking in to the kitchen.

"Where are you going to, Vintage?" Mrs. Shawn, asked, a little too loud. She felt like Vintage will get bitten by a bug in the kitchen. His smooth skin, was too delicate for the cramped up, soot and smoke covered kitchen. "Do you want to choke?" Mrs. Shawn, said exasperatedly.

"Oh, mum. I want to help Vanessa in the kitchen." Vintage smiled back at this mum, giving her a pointed look, with his eyes, to shut her up. He loved his mum, but he couldn't tolerate her nagging towards him. Not that he really wanted to help the seductive Vanessa.

Yes, 'seductive', that is what he thought of her. He wanted to have a feel of that ass she was shaking wildly. He walked in to the kitchen, to see her standing by the shabby kitchen platform, a quickie wasn't even possible there. Vintage smiled wickedly, walking stealthily towards her.

His presence wasn't concealed to Vanessa, knowing someone was walking behind her. It couldn't be her mum or dad, why would they walk silently, in their house?. Her lips curled into a smile, pushing her ass backwards, her chest, forward, a little, she made a guess that it was Vintage.

Vintage was surprised when he noticed her subtle actions. 'Wow, that ass looks so big and supple. I wonder how it will feel in my hands. Does she know I'm here? Maybe she is attracted to me." He thought, smugly. He moved very close, putting his hands on her ass.

Vintage had expected her to slap away his hands, but she acted like she wasn't aware of his hands on her ass. Vintage raised his eyebrows at her, 'I didn't know she was so easy. That's good though.' Feeling very brave, he groped her ass lightly, and she squealed lightly.

Vanessa decided to stop acting oblivious to his actions, "Oh, Vintage, you're here." She said sheepishly, her low voice, dripping with unconcealed lust. She pushed her soft and supple ass, into his hands, making him feel how soft it was. "Do you like it?" She asked, in a seductive voice.

Vanessa wasn't bothered about concealing her intentions towards Vintage. Even if he didn't make a move on her, she had decided to seduce him. She was happy that she wouldn't make extra efforts to get him into her bed. Feeling proud of her body, she rubbed herself against his thighs.

"I love it, very much." Vintage replied to her question, about her ass. He enjoyed her rubbing against his thighs, but he wanted her elsewhere. Their parents are already seated, waiting for them, it wasn't time to reveal his intentions towards Vanessa. Tapping her ass, he separated himself from her.

"I'll be here for a long time. Would you like to have some fun?" He said to her, suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. He wanted to make the most of his time, here at Morgan family's house. He also didn't intend to keep their future 'relationship' from Damon or Vanessa's parents.

"Oh, yes. I like to have fun." Vanessa replied, touching and rubbing his chest, seductively. See clearly knew the kind of fun, he was talking about. She didn't mind cheating on the foolish Damon. Even though he is foolish, she didn't mind him touching her, but he was too timid.

"Let's go back quickly." Vintage ordered, his voice suddenly hardened, snapping out of his lustful trance. He casually grabbed a tray of food, carrying it outside the kitchen. He met his mother's angry glares and questioning through her eyes. He knew he had taken too much time in the kitchen.

Ignoring his mother, he sat down beside her, sitting on her right. She was sitting close to his father, who was sitting at one head of the table. Mr. Morgan was sitting at the opposite head of the table, his wife, sitting beside him. There was just one chair left.

Vintage noticed there was just one chair left, obviously for Vanessa, smiled wickedly. 'Damon doesn't even have a place at the table.' He was obsessed with seeing Damon suffer, he felt delighted in his heart and suddenly pecked his mother on her cheeks. His actions surprised Mrs. Shawn, she blushed.

Vanessa walked out of the kitchen, witnessing the exchange between mother and son, she couldn't help but feel jealous. 'Those lips should only kiss me.' She thought. Placing the trays of food in her hands, on the table, she noticed the sitting arrangement, and she felt sour in her heart.

She didn't feel sour because Damon had no place at the table, she felt sour because she couldn't sit beside Vintage, his mother was sitting beside him. She also couldn't sit across him, because her mother was already sitting across him. Vanessa moved towards her mother and pushed her lightly.

Mrs. Morgan got her daughter's hint, she had noticed Vanessa's subtle actions towards Vintage and she gave her silent support to her. After all, they weren't blood brothers, so nothing could go wrong. She was only wary of Mrs. Shawn's bad mouth, bad attitude and bad thoughts towards her daughter.

She had noticed Mrs. Shawn disdainful eyes, directed at Vanessa. Being a mature woman after all, she could read and know another woman's thoughts. Hurriedly moving to the empty chair beside her, sitting down cheerfully. She gave her husband a plain look, when he directed his questioning gaze at her.

Vanessa smiled in heart, maintaining a plain look on her face. She was secretly proud of her mother, who was able to read her thoughts. She was baffled about Vintage's change voice towards her. His voice suddenly hardened and the love in his eyes vanished, or was it - lust?

Deciding to clear her thoughts about his attitude, 'Maybe it's just my imagination.' She proceeded to serve the dishes. Everyone else at the table was surprised at what she did. She served Vintage first, ignoring her parents and the Shawn couple. Vanessa wasn't bothered one bit about their suprised expressions.

She knew how to pacify her parents later. Her mother could help, if her father proved stubborn. She didn't bother sucking up to the Shawn couple, she had noticed their disdainful glances towards her, knowing they couldn't help her win over Shawn completely, knowing she didn't have his heart yet.