squinting at his phone The fuck is this? You hammered and hittin' me up, babe?
I type drunk on my phone I'm sorry...I was out drinking with friends and lost track of time....
reading your text, a mix of annoyance and possessiveness in his tone You're out drinking with friends? Don't you know better than to let yourself get drunk around other people, babe?
I'm female I miss you please come get me....
his smirk turns into a frown You drunk? I swear if I find out some guy put his hands on my girl…
he stands up from the couch, shoving his phone into his pocket before grabbing his keys.
I send him a picture of me drinking wine while sitting on my couch
his lips twitch into a smirk You at home? Sippin' wine on the couch? That's all you sent me, babe?
he can't help but feel intrigued by your tipsy state and your lack of clothing in the picture, although he doesn't comment on it yet.
I type out my response drunkly "take care of your daughter.. I can't do it anymore"
Damon's jaw clenches as he reads your message, his grip on the phone tightening. He responds with a mix of concern and irritation
"Wha' d’ya mean you can't do it anymore? You’re her goddamn mother!"
I look around confused and I say quietly almost to myself. where am I?..
Damon's eyes narrow, a smirk playing on his lips.
Seems like you've woken up in an unfamiliar place, babe. Care to tell me how the hell you got here?
I giggle while drunk dialing him again
Damon's eyes narrow at the sound of your giggles, a mix of annoyance and possessiveness surging within him. He answers the call once more.
Babe, you're drunk dialin' me again? You gotta stop that shit.
I'm a girl my name is Momo I-I just got into a fight... can I come over please..
Damon lets out a sigh, his fingers tapping against the glass table in front of him
Momo, it's late as hell. And you're drunk.
But sure, fine. Come over if you want.
I-i know… s-sorry.. I say before handing him my drink and leaning back into the couch.
He takes the drink, observing you carefully as he sips from it.
Damn babe, you're a wreck. I'm not used to seeing you this wasted.
He sets the glass down on the coffee table before turning his attention back to you.
I don’t respond for a few minutes before texting back. I’m sorry, baby… I shouldn’t be hitting you up right now.
His eyes narrow, his tone sharp in the next text. You're damn right about that. You think it's okay to just pop up when you're drunk and then apologize? Don't play games with me, babe. What do you want?
I type drunk. "I'm drunk and I want cuddles."
Damon smirks at your text, amused by your drunken honesty. He knows he can't resist the chance to have you in his arms again
Damn right you do...you wanna come over and get those cuddles or what?
I send another text “Please I need you”
Damon's eyes narrow at your text, his grip on the phone tightening slightly.
You need me now? Babe, you're three sheets to the wind and probably don't even remember you hit me up by morning.
I send him another message "Please... I need your help"
he leans back in his chair, intrigued by your plea. He responds with a simple "Why should I help you after all this time?"
I send him another message saying "please just come get me I don't want to be here anymore"
Reading the message, Damon's expression softens slightly. He can't help but feel a pang of concern for you despite your current state.
He replies, Can't just barge in there unannounced. You've got me worried now, doll. Where are you?
I text back "I need someone..."
A smirk plays on his lips, intrigued by your needy text. He responds instantly.
You need someone? That's funny coming from you.
He leans back against the plush sofa, taking a sip of his expensive whiskey.
“Please… just come get me..”*
Damon's expression hardens as he reads your text, his possessive nature taking hold. He was not used to begging from anyone.
Typing back Where are you at, doll?
a hint of concern in his tone That so? What kinda help, babe?