Chapter SEVENTY SEVEN.

' Damon, you are here." Caesar says on sighting him walk through the door. ' Have a drink with me." He offers and laughs dryly as he gets up and pours some in another cup. ' Thank you." Damon responds and takes it from him, settling in the seat opposite his. He sticks his tongue out as he brings it closer to his lips and pause. He likes the taste of it and it seems familiar. He thinks and tries to remember what its name is. Suddenly it clicks. ' Pinot Noir!." He says out. ' What?." Caesar asks. ' Its name." He responds. ' Oh!." Caesar exclaims softly. ' Yea. It's Pinot Noir." He adds and picks the bottle up, surveying the writing on its body. ' It's a Burgundy Wine from France, grown and produced in the United States." He narrates and puts it down. All Damon did was nod in response. ' What brings you here?." Caesar asks, changing the topic. ' Lord Augustus called." Damon replies and sips his wine. ' Oh! Here I was thinking you came because you were just missing your Father." Caesar jokes and laughs. ' He said something about paying us back in our own coins." ' A threat as empty as the hair on his face." Caesar jokes again. ' You get it. The poor man has no beards." He explains and laughs again. Damon doesn't find it funny so he doesn't laugh. ' Sometimes I wonder if you ever smile." Caesar says and shakes his head ' I do only when the jokes are funny. Not one as dry as your laughter." Damon jokes. ' Haha! So funny. You must have thought you did something there." Caesar snaps. Damon shrugs his shoulder and gulped down the rest of his wine. ' Is Britney up?." Damon asks. Caesar stares at him keenly for a brief while before responding. ' Yea. Up in her room." He answers. ' We still need to find her an appropriate suitor." He says. ' We will find one someday." Damon repl es, not wanting to have that conversation now. ' Do you have anyone in mind?." Caesar asks and Damon nods in denial. ' But when I do I will let you know." Damon replies. ' Okay." Caesar says. ' Okay." Damon responds and drops the cup on the table. ' Good night Father." He adds, standing his feet now. ' Hmm hmm." Caesar hums in response and watches him walk away. Damon lands a soft knock on Britney's door and waits patiently for her to open. She pulls the door open. ' Hi." She says softly. Her hair dripping with water that she tries to clean with the small sized towel in her hand. She is dressed in a White bathrobe. ' Hi." Damon replies, a smile curving up his lips as he stares at her face. Their eyes glue for a while till she breaks contact and steps out of the way. ' Come on in." She gestures. ' Thanks." He responds and walks into the room. She closes the door behind him. ' So…." She drags. ' So." He responds. ' What brings you here?." She asks and proceeds to sit down in front of her mirror as she continues to dry her hair. ' I….Umm…Augustus called so I came to inform Father." He replies. ' Oh!." She replies. ' Anything serious?." She asks. ' No….Not at all." He stammers, his eyes now on her neck as she massages it with her fingers. Her hair is pulled to the right side of her face, she pours out some lotion into her left palm, rubs it with the right and applies gently on her face and then face. She pours another and stretches her left leg out to rub gently then did the same for the right leg. Stopping at the thigh every-time. ' I should go. I should leave you to get dressed." Damon says and turns around to leave. ' Wait a few seconds. I will be done." She replies and gets up on her feet. She walks past him to her wardrobe and brings a Blackish Red silk linen pant and shove it up her legs. Damon watches the process and feels his saliva running dry. He feels the great urge to touch her, rub his fingers down her smooth skin but he knows that Caesar might cut off his fingers if he ever finds out. Soon she pulls a transparent Baby Pink silky gown over her head and lets the bathrobe fall gently. He catches a glimpse of her bare back and round butt and all hell let loose. He feels his man nodding in his trouser and he quickly turns around to look away from her. ' You good?." She walks up to him and ask. ' Yea. Yea. Umm. I really need to go now." He responds and turns around to leave. He is met halfway with a kiss, her lips on his. He feels the electricity run through him. The softness of her lips doing things to him. ' Sorry. I'm sorry." She pulls back and say. ' I shouldn't have done that without your…" She was saying before he cuts her short with a kiss. His mouth firmly on hers in a rough passionate kiss. His left hand at the back of her head, his fingers playing with her hair. His right hand behind her back pulling her close enough to feel his erection. ' Mmmm." She let out a moan and he pushes her gently on the bed.