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“Should we make it a real thing between us?” Damon asks while clasping my bra.
I rise from the bed and put on my panties while facing him. I roll my eyes when he traces my body while I dress for work. He sees it every day, but I still love how he looks astonished by it.
“Everyone knows we’re fuck buddies,” I remind him.
I don't know when it started, but it just happened. Damon was so stressed after not getting a job at the university hospital. Of the many friends he had, he came to me. After we fucked, his mind cleared, and he applied to the private hospital where I interned. He got accepted. We celebrated and fucked. When I got retained after I passed the medical board, we celebrated and fucked. And we haven't stopped fucking each other ever since.
“You know I love you, right?” Damon asks.
“And I don’t doubt it,” I answer.
But we are not a couple. We don't have a label. Some call us the "the fuck buddies," and we went along with it. I look at Damon for a while. He's not that bad. A little geeky-looking because of his droopy eyes and curly blond hair, but he is hot as a hell demon after disrobing him.
“You know I’m only teasing, right?”
“What? I’m disappointed,” I reply while laughing.
"But seriously, Dr. Aragon, you haven't thought about making us a real thing?" Damon smiles when I turn to him. There's a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
It's not the first time we have had this talk, but after thinking of us being a couple, we only laugh at it. Just like how Damon starts chuckling after I fall silent. Nah. I can't see myself with Damon as his girlfriend. We enjoy our own time and freedom. We have no reason to consider what we think. Thus, we don't pull each other down, but we are there for one another every step we take. It can't get any more beautiful than that.
I crawl back to the bed and kiss him. “I love you,” I say before crawling down. “Until there’s somebody better.”
“Until there’s somebody better.”
That’s always our parting line. We love each other. As friends? As lovers? We don't care. But we love each other for what it seems to be. Until somebody better comes and wakes any romantic nerve in our body or allows our love hormones to overflow.
I walk to the door but stop before opening it. “Have you thought about it?”
“About what?”
"Tricia Robinson?" The smile on Damon's lips fades.
“No!”
“I can make her join us. After she joins us and you want to do her alone, I’m okay with it.”
I avoid frowning after saying the words. Tricia Robinson. The last thing I want is to share Damon with Tricia. The girl stole many opportunities from me after transferring to my school under a prestigious scholarship. But last Thursday, I saw how Damon liked and desired her after seeing her for the first time. Why her? I love that asshole enough to not stop him from getting his "better." What I don't understand is why he is reluctant to do it.
“Stop this, Monique,” Damon looks pissed.
"I'm okay with it. If you want to stop what we have and pursue ...."
“She’s my sister, okay?”
I get tongue-tied by Damon’s answer. His sister? We knew each other for almost three years and have been fucking each other for more than a year, but he never mentioned having a sister. I have known Tricia since we were fifteen. No one knew she had a brother. That woman didn't even have a mother or a father.
“Was supposed to be my sister,” Damon corrects.
Tricia Robinson is the daughter of his ex-stepmother, who cheated on his father. The discovery happened before the court could issue the decree of adoption. Damon's father wanted to continue the adoption, but the mother asked for its revocation.
Is that why she lived like hell? Tricia's life was no secret at our school, an expensive school for the children of the rich and famous. She was a recipient of an indigent scholarship for gifted children. Admirably, Tricia didn't let her poverty ruin her even when we bullied her. When I say "we" it only means "me."
Before she came to the school, I was the best in almost everything. But Tricia came and became the better one. Then came senior year. A video of her dancing naked in her dorm room circulated. She did more than that. Little miss perfect had some curiosity, or should I say fetish.
Since we were rivals, everyone accused me of filming and circulating the video. I had nothing to do with it. But everyone believed it was me after becoming the valedictorian instead of Tricia. They thought I did it for the school to punish her with tons of demerits, causing her to drop from the honor list. We never found the culprit. But one thing was for sure. It was Tricia in the scandalous video.
The last thing I heard about her is that she studied nursing after all her scholarships got revoked. Some say she worked as a waitress while studying. Others claimed she became a prostitute like her mother. I never cared about her. I was having a blast in college and had no time to think about some loser. Before Thursday, I forgot she even existed.
"My father found her when she was fifteen and provided for her needs," Damon continued. "But some jealous, childish girl ruined her future, and we lost her again and never found her."
“J-jealous, childish girl?” I don’t understand why I suddenly become scared that Damon will also blame me. I’m not going to lose him because of some groundless accusation!
“Let’s not talk about it. You’ll be late,” he reminds me.
I nod and walk to the door but stop again. Jealous, childish girl? I turn around and glare at Damon. How can he judge me without knowing what kind of a woman Tricia is?
“You better leave, Dr. Aragon, or you’ll end up in my bed again,” Damon erases my frown with a kiss. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
“I have plans,” I frown and walk away.
Jealous? Childish? Hah! I’ll thirst him for a week!
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