The Damned [G-eazy] Book 2

Late Nights

Warning, drunk me may have gotten a hold of this chapter. Also thank you all for reading! Comment if you please. I always love to hear from you all. Happy Thanksgiving if I don't get another chapter out before tomorrow. My next update will probably be Friday so stay tuned 😉 Angry Gerald is coming.

Also no real smut, just a teasing of it in this chapter.

Daniella POV

I glanced to the door as someone knocked. A sigh escaped me as I minimized the contract I was working on and got up. Only when I opened it did that negative feeling in my gut go away.

"Hello love."

"Come in, I just need to turn off my things. Sorry I know I was suppose to meet you in the lobby." He rubbed the back of his neck laughing awkwardly.

"Your ex-husband is out there."

"What?!" I whispered in shock before cursing under my breath. I clicked off the devices before grabbing my clutch. "We'll sneak out."

"Afraid he'll see me with you?"

"No I'm afraid I'll see him." I scoffed and motioned to the door to the boardroom. "We'll take the stairs." He followed me through the boardroom to the emergency stairs exit before smirking.

"Race you down beautiful." I narrowed my hues at him before tugging off my heals and bolting. Needless to say it all caused me to laugh, running like a child to the lobby of the building before catching my breath. Even with out the heels he won, though barely. "You're lucky we didn't make a bet, come on." I slipped my shoes back on before laughing softly as he took my hand and guided me to the garage. He wasn't driving the mustang anymore, now it was a sleek black Ftype Jaguar convertible with the top down since it was always a nice night in LA. He opened the door for me and I slipped in before he got in the driver side and bolted off.

"Where are we going?"

"Do you trust me?" That was a big question to someone like me. Trust was hard to give to anyone, yet I nodded. I wanted to make mistakes and be young at heart. He smirked and motioned down the street. "That store right there. Then there is a club I want to take you tonight. If you hate it then we leave and go back to my place and play scrabble like old people." I bursted out laughing before shaking my head.

"I surely hope I love it then! Cause I'm awful at scrabble." He parked the car outside of the shop and got out, once again opening the door for me like a gentleman. If he was trying to win me over, it was working. The store was closed just for us as we wandered around, looking at all the different things for the wadrobe.

"How about this? I think I'd pay to see you in this tonight?" It was a short back dress with thin strings that laced down the back. He smirked as I took it and glanced to him.

"I suppose I can try it on. Only if I love it will I buy it." I walked to the changing room and slipped into the dress, needless to say it fit perfectly and I came out, doing a spin. He bit his lip and smirked, a look I'd seen Gerald do thousands of times. Dare I say it sent a shiver down my spine.

"I love it. You better love it because I already paid for it love."

"You didn't! I can pay for my own things Z." He chuckled and motioned to my clothes sitting on the chair.

"Hush up we've gotta get going. Grab them and let's go. I swear I think you're already loosening up."

"I'm a mom I don't loosen up, I'm constantly tense." I laughed and grabbed my clothes before we darted out of the store. Only now was it sinking in that Gerald wasn't by my side. That there wasn't a wedding band on my finger. It was an odd sensation, yet I didn't get a lot of time to really think about it all. Before I knew it we were walking into the club past the line of people and towards the VIP section. I sunk into the sofa and glanced at him ordering drinks.

"What do you want to drink love?"

"Two shots of whiskey and a glass of Jack and coke."

"She's out drinking me already mate." I handed the server my debt card and smirked

"Keep them coming." He gave a nod before walking off and I sunk back into my spot. It was less than a few minutes before we got our shots and downed them to get the night going. We only danced for a bit before returning to one of the leather sofas.

" What makes Miss Daniella Evans tick?" He smirked and glanced to me as I sipped my glass of whiskey.

"Hmm work and my son." He started laughing at me and I covered my face.

"No what makes you Daniella bloody Evans tick. Forget the world and just worry about you." I smirked and looked at him for a moment.

"Doing things I've never done before, how about that answer?" He leaned in slightly and I'd be lying if I said I couldn't smell the whiskey on his breath. I couldn't lie I was drunk enough to do something stupid so I did. I caught myself running my nails down his tattooed chest since his shirt was open.

"Tell me then Daniella Evans have you ever kissed a British man?"

"mmm No."

"How about shagged one?"

"I haven't done that either." He smirked slightly, his hand brushing against my cheek. I prayed he couldn't feel my heart thumping.

"Well what do you know, we can cross off two things." His lips brushed mine, I could taste the whiskey he downed like water and mint from his gum. He pulled away and grabbed my hand, sneaking us through the crowd to the exit. We were both too drunk to drive so he motioned to one of the taxis and gave him some address I couldn't remember.

I felt his lips running down my neck, not caring about the driver getting a free show. I pushed him away slightly so I could feel his lips against mine once again. There wasn't emotion in any of it making it all the much better.

The taxi stopped and he tossed the guy some money before opening the door of the cab. We drunkly ran to the lobby and he pressed the button for the elevator to his condo. The elevator couldn't move quick enough for us. As soon as the elevator stopped and he inserted his keycard for the doors to open. We tugged off some of our clothes in his living room. I was left in lace undergarments and heels and him in his jeans and shoes.

My legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried us to his room in the dark. Drunk laughter in between lustful kisses until we removed what was left of our clothes. I got lost in the way his body moved with mine and the way his teeth teased my skin with each playful bite. His cologne was as intoxicating as his body was, making me rake my nails down his back with each move he made. He was a passionate lover, leaving lovemarks where he knew he could just for his eyes. His patience was far better than mine as he explored my body with his rough hands. I wanted to be captured in this ecstasy for as long as possibly, forgetting who I was in the process. He was better than a glass of whiskey he was the whole fucking bottle.

In the morning nothing had changed between us. His arms held me against his body and his cologne teasing my senses as I woke up. I rolled over and planted a few kisses to his neck as he groaned in response.

"I gotta get up. Set me free Mr. Malik."

"Mmm I liked what you were calling me last night seems you do too." He squeezed my bruised thigh slightly. "Go get your son, I'll clean the place up. There is a driver downstairs that will take you." He mumbled, slowly opening his eyes before pressing a kiss to my lips. Like an addict I was hooked to this new feeling. The feeling of being free with no strings attached.