Chapter 5 MOANS AND GROANS.

CHAPTER 5: MOANS AND GROANS.

Damon woke up the next morning, his body was aching and his head felt heavy. He opened his eyes slowly, his surrounding was blurry at first. He couldn't make out where he was. The delicious scent of porridge wafted into his nose, he stood up slowly, and his stomach grumbled.

A wave of dizziness hit him, when he stood up, but he couldn't wait, he grabbed the bowl of porridge on the bedside table and wolfed it down. He was too hungry, the hot temperature of the porridge, burned his tongue and his aching mouth. He winced, due to pain.

"Tsk tsk. Looks like you haven't eaten for days." Victoria's voice sounded out in the room, with a sneer on her face, she stood and walked towards Damon, who was on the bed. Damon had not noticed her at all, his thoughts and concentration were on the bowl of porridge.

"W..when did...you come in?" Damon stuttered, he felt timid. His eyes darted around the room, he couldn't place his eyes on her. He noticed some towels by the bedside and bowl of water. "I had a fever?" 'No wonder I felt weak. Did she take care of me?' He thought.

"I have been here for a long time. To your second question, yes, you had a fever. I took my precious time to take care of you, and you have to pay me back, so stand up quickly. Don't think I did it for charity." Vanessa glared at him, scornfully.

She had washed her body thoroughly, last night, not because he was dirty, but because of the extreme disgust she felt for him. Vanessa felt like, he would off his foolishness and bad luck on her. She still had to take her time to prepare a light food for him.

Damon nodded at her words, he didn't mind doing odd jobs for her, if she continues to take care of him. He smiled sheepishly to himself, 'Maybe she started to like me.' Thinking happily to himself. His mood turned sour, suddenly. 'But what's so good about me? He thought sulkily.

"Your brother is moving in today." Vanessa announced happily. She knew he didn't know about his brother's 'wicked' plans, she happily thought that she could finally put Damon in his place. "Come down in two minutes to help." Vanessa ordered him cooly, and then sauntered out of the room happily.

Damon shivered, but it wasn't due to the fever he had. It was due to the fear of living with his foster brother. "Why can't they leave me alone?" Damon muttered to himself sadly. There were different bruises, on his body, due to the numerous beatings he got from Vintage.

On the eve of his wedding, Vintage had locked him up, claiming he wanted to celebrate his bachelor's night. He was drugged by Vintage, immediately after Vintage locked him up. Damon was unable to move, for several long hours. He couldn't fight back or resist the brutal beatings he got.

Damon broke out of his sad thoughts, it had been more than two minutes. Vanessa will be angry, he couldn't jeopardize the 'good' progress they had made. She had taken care of him, while he was sick, that was so unlike Vanessa. So Damon thought they had finally made progress.

He couldn't wait to be showered with love from Vanessa. He vowed to love her, wholeheartedly, forgiving her past mistakes and cruelty towards him. He happily stood up from the bed, but he fell back immediately. He was weak. Damon forced himself to stand up, he couldn't keep Vanessa waiting.

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Walking down the stairs hurriedly, his head was pounding painfully, but he was too eager to help Vanessa. He noticed the living room was a bit lively. Happy laughter, erupted from the living room. He hurriedly walked towards the living room and halted at the hurtful scene he saw.

Vintage was groping his Vanessa, audaciously. They were sitting on the couch, Vanessa was smiling seductively, and she wasn't even trying to resist Vintage. Mrs. Morgan was sitting nonchalantly opposite them, smiling widely. 'That is my wife. No one is allowed to touch her.' Damon seethed inwardly. He felt jealous.

A voice that sent chills down his spine, broke Damon, out of his thoughts. "Brother, you're here." Vintage said, taunting Damon. "Vanessa, why don't you get a bottle of wine." Vintage said, kissing Vanessa on her lips, wanting to taunt Damon. Vanessa, surprised at his actions, smiled and stood up.

Vanessa walked past the frozen Damon. She didn't care if he had seen what Vintage did or not. She walked towards the small kitchen, Vintage brought numerous gifts for them and a bottle of wine was among. She took out a bottle of wine, from the unarranged pile of gifts.

Damon was still rooted at the same spot, but gears were turning in his head. 'What have I just seen? Does he want to take her away to?' Damon wanted to breakdown right there, he suddenly and hurriedly ran up to the stairs, to his room and opened his closet.

Taking the money, he had saved up, doing odd jobs, since he graduated from college. He wasn't allowed to get a good job, but he didn't complain. Damon took the money and ran down the stairs, running towards the front door, he could hear Vintage's and Mrs. Morgan's mocking laughter.

Damon ran out of the house, no one tried to stop him. Damon walked aimlessly on the streets of New York, he didn't know where to go, but he knew he needed money. He walked into a bar, and gave the bartender his money, ordering alcohol his money could buy.

Damon surprisingly had good alcohol tolerance, hurriedly gulping down numerous glasses of cocktails, he got drunk, but his mind was still clear. He wanted to numb himself of the pain, but alcohol didn't work for him. He drunkenly stood up from the barstool and staggered towards the entrance, going home.

Damon was walking home. Home? Where is that? . He thought he had made progress with Vanessa, but Vintage had come in and swept her off her feet. "Vintage is much better than I am. He should have her." Damon got to that conclusion, but his heart still felt pain.

It was evening time, it was chilly and Damon was wearing thin clothes. He sobered up a little. He got to the door of the house and opened it, the living room was quiet, he heard slight noises from the Kitchen, but he didn't care, he walked to his room.

The alcohol had started to act on him, coupled with his fever, he felt dizzy as he was walking up the stairs. He sluggishly walked in his room, his eyes widened at the sight before him. Vanessa was standing by the small vanity table, stark naked!. He felt extremely hot.

"You, Get out now." Vanessa screamed, she had just taken a bath. Banking on the thought that Damon wasn't home, she didn't bother to wrap a towel on her body. Damon ignored her words, his eyes were glued to her seductive body, though he was foolish, he still had urges.

The alcohol in his system, gave Damon courage, he moved towards Vanessa and touched her waist lightly. He crashed his thin lips on hers. He kissed her wildly and clumsily, it was his first kiss after all. Vanessa resisted at first, but she couldn't resist his soft and kissable lips.

Vanessa couldn't resist his sexual charm, she was a lover of sex after all, regardless of the person. She kissed him back, she gained the lead because she was experienced. Her body was in need of his touch. Taking Damon's hands, she placed them on her supple breasts, caressing herself.

Vanessa expected him to go further, but Damon fainted on her body. His body went limp, his whole weight on her naked body. Vanessa hissed in disgust, and proceeded to pull his body off her. Just then, Vintage's voice boomed in the room, "Nice show, would you like to continue?"

Vanessa looked at him, and nodded happily. She pushed Damon on the floor and walked towards Vintage. Vintage stopped her, "No, put him on the bed." He ordered and Vanessa obliged, he watched as her ass and breasts jiggled and wiggled. He would fulfill one of his perverted fantasies today.

Vanessa walked back to him, and immediately, their lips mashed together, hands roaming on their bodies, clothes flying around. Vintage led her towards the bed, placed her on the bed, beside Damon. He wanted to have sex with Vanessa, beside Damon. It would have been great, if he was sober.

Moans and groans, coming from them, filled the room. The house wasn't sound proofed, Mrs. Morgan could hear and see everything and she was ecstatic. Just then, Damon groggily opened his eyes, his eyes beheld the intimate scene, sleep instantly vanished from his eyes. He became sober and extremely hurt.