Chapter 54 What The Cinnamon Toast Fuck Is Going On? (1/2)
Damien stared at the blushing, quivering woman intently. There was something familiar in that gorgeous face of hers. Something vaguely scratching at his head as he took in her wide, grade-A birthing hips. And her smell. This sweet, fragrant, scent like honeysuckle...
Unbeknownst to him, the woman was also experiencing a sense of Deja Vu. Because try as she might she couldn't escape the feeling that the naked youth in front of her was somehow no stranger.
The strength in his hand as he pinned her to the wall. That stunningly handsome face. This peculiar, intoxicating smell.
Those heart-stopping eyes that seemed to strip you bare and pierce your soul... so lustrous, like amethysts. A beautiful pair of violet irises that made you hot and lingered at the back of your mind.
As one their jaws dropped.
””It's you!””
They exclaimed.
”Flower shop milf!”
”My dark past!”
Their faces clouded.
”Wait, what?”
”Excuse me?”
”You said--”
She coughed in embarrassment. ”Nothing! I said nothing at all!”
”RIght….uh, so, what're you doing here?” He asked, letting her go.
The woman calmed herself and explained, ”Ah...well, right after you were dragged away by that green-haired girl I re-sold that ring you bought me and decided to move closer to an old friend of mine. She's a staff member at the high school division just a few miles away. She got me a job here. I teach things like flower arrangements. Sewing. The occasional tea ceremony. What about you?”
Damien folded his arms. ”I go here now. Well, not here exactly. I attend the high school division.”
She nodded. Then noticed, once again, his naked appearance. Her entire body went taut. Last time they met he was only 11 years old. She remembered him vividly, that young boy with an attractive face and glib tongue picking up on her woes and offering his company.
A mere three years had passed, nothing to her. But in that short time, he'd become much taller and his previously thin, wiry frame had gained much more muscle mass. He wasn't as tall as her yet but she could imagine that in another year or two that would change dramatically.
She was right back then, he would definitely become an outstandingly attractive young man once he grew up!
But she wasn't happy at all. Seeing him again made her incredibly awkward. This guy, at that time, had tried to woo her!
And to be perfectly honest, it had almost worked. After seeing how pretty, sweet-talking, considerate and well-off he was she thought,” I can raise a perfect husband for myself if it's this little cutie!”
...Towards a child! A kid barely older than her own daughter!
Oh. The shame, it burned!
Still, she was an adult and not a little girl who hadn't seen a man before. She quickly composed herself. As for that dangerous-looking thing dangling there so dandily...let's try not to look.
”Why are you naked?” Another then thought sprung up. ”For that matter, why are you in the middle school division? What's more, the girl's dormitories?” She narrowed her eyes in heavy suspicion.
Damien looked down. He leaned back along the wall to give her space. He waved a hand carelessly. ”Oh, you know, I was just kidnapped away from my wedding by my sister and a blood-thirsty Holy Sword then thrown into a basement. No big deal, really.”
She looked at me weirdly. ”I'm sorry?”
”So am I. Greedy little thing, selling my body to all those young chicks and not even giving me a cut of the take.” He tsked. ”But I'll be stealing her stash later anyway as petty revenge so it's all good. Forget that. You're married now?” He pointed to the ornate wedding band at her finger.
It was far cheaper than the one he'd gotten her back then but it was still something that must've cost a pretty penny.
She hid her hand behind her back for some reason, not wanting him to look.
”Suzie needed a father. And I'm not that young anymore, either.” She smiled. Being at the border of 30 meant she was way past her prime. ”He's a decent man.” She added.
Damien raised a brow. ”I never said he wasn't. I don't even know him.” He yawned. ”None of my business, really. As long as you're happy.”
”You said you were getting married too?” She understood that Nobles often married young.
”Did I? I don't remember that. You must've misheard. Why? Would you care for an affair?” She might be another Bubbles.
The woman was less than amused. ”Shameless!” She gave him a dreadful glare. ”What happened to all that talk of, 'If it were me I'd definitely be a loyal man'?”
”Loyalty to those who deserve it. Honoring a pact with someone unworthy of the effort is just idiocy, isn't it? And anyway it was a joke. From your reaction, though, I'm guessing there's trouble in paradise.”
”I hardly see how that's any of your business.”
”Already said it ain't. But I'm a guy who can't leave well enough alone, you know? If I know one of my past potential flames was being treated unfairly I'm not above breaking his shins buying him a green hat.”
Not that he was serious. He's a taken man now so despite saying that, it's off the table.
He thought back to that lovely lass waiting on him and released a small smile.
The woman, however, misunderstood that as an invitation.
”That won't be needed. I'll handle my own matters.” She frowned. This rascally kid, already engaged and still wanting to eat her tofu.”But forget that, we have to get you some clothes.”
”No thank you.” He refused. ”I have to get my fatty home.”
It was only then that she remembered something important. ”Oh my gods, I can't believe I forgot about that!” She hit her head with a palm. ”Is he okay? What happened?! We need to get him to a nurse!”
”He's fine.” Damien nudged the guy with a foot. ”Just sleeping. Anywho, nice catching up. Say hi to Suzie for me. Later.”
”You can't just leave, there are people everywhere. What if they see you? You'll definitely be labeled a pervert and chased all over.” She calmly informed. She smirked. ”Or are you saying you're fine with your reputation hitting the gutter?”
”Yup. Totally cool with it.”
His rep is pretty bad already regardless. Not exactly his fault, though. But he will have to live with it. And since when is being a pervert a bad thing? In this world there are perverts, and people who lie about not being perverts.
She honestly wasn't expecting that response. ”At least wait until he wakes up!” She protested. She took hold of his arm just as he was about to leave. She couldn't just leave them like this. It was her duty as a teacher to help students, right? They seemed like they needed it.
He considered.
Well...he guess it'd be a bit much if someone saw Avery and started weird rumors about him too. Dude didn't deserve that, eh?
”You are a persuasive woman, my dear. Very well, lead on.” He relented.
”Um, hold up. Take this.” She rummaged around and found one of the sheets used by the infirmary. ”Wait here.”
She stuck her head out of the door and glanced both ways. ”Okay, hurry, my room isn't far. Try not to make noise.”
***
Miranda had always been a rather straight-laced woman. Positive, obedient, never making trouble for others. She was the type who would drink water or milk even if she went out with others. Her definition of being adventurous was normally sneaking a few cookies from the pantry late at night in total opposite of how she'd often get mad at Suzie for the exact same thing.
A good book or board game is what she enjoyed as fun time, that or baking. Her routine was all about going to bed early, making breakfast for her daughter and greeting the day with a smile.
Even her clothes were modest, comprised of mainly sweaters, skirts and a couple of solid-colored blouses.
Needless to say, she was quite boring and plain. Not prudish, exactly, but not very attention-grabbing either. She believed in a simple life.
But now here she is leading a naked young man to her room! If someone saw her like this, a scandal was inevitable. She could even lose her job! People would call her a cradle robber, soliciting a boy only a few years older than her own child.
What's more, they'd accuse her of being a home-wrecking woman who brought in other men while already having a husband.