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Isabella

It saddened me that Damien did not wake me up before he left. I guessed that after yesterday's battle of words with my father, he did not have the mind to be around me for now. He was still feeling awkward after his sudden show of emotions.

"I am so sorry you had to see that," He had said after we had locked lips and groped each other for over thirty minutes.

I had laughed at his apology. I caressed his face. His handsome chiseled face.

"You are only human, Damien," I had told him as I ran a hand through his soft hair. Emilio's visit had rocked our world and it was not in a good way.

I had a quick bath and brushed my teeth. I did not bother to blow dry my air but I rubbed it thoroughly with a towel. I put on blue jeans, a soft white shirt, and a cream-colored woolen jacket.

I wondered what I was going to have for breakfast but there was no appetite so I opted for coffee instead. The maids had not yet arrived. I walked into the kitchen and found the coffee machine half filled