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Damien

"I hope you did not count on never seeing me again," Rose St. Dumas said as she gazed at me. I could not tell if she was happy to see me or angry.

Rose St. Dumas was an old friend of my mom. When everything had gone to shit with my parents marriage while surfing through the teenage years, I had spent some time with her and her husband.

Natalia was her daughter and we had both tried to get married but failed both times we tried.

"I did not think that there was ever any reason for you to want to see me," I replied as I reluctantly closed the door behind me. I had no idea why she was here but I knew that she did not come in peace.

Rose was sitting comfortably in my office chair with her legs sultrily crossed. Although she was way older, she was still very beautiful and attractive.

"That is not a very nice way to think of me, Damien," Rose said.

"I was not being deliberate hurtful," I told her.

"But you were hurtful, and that is what it boils down to," Rose said.

"I apolog