I pressed the play button and forwarded it to the time when Clarissa’s friends opened the door. I didn’t want to see it, but I wanted to make sure that what I saw before was right.
Yes, Damian was clearly awake. He was looking at the ceiling when he asked her to suck him. His voice was clear, not slurring. The door was then closed quietly, just like in Marco’s and Max’s video. Not even a minute later, Clarissa came out of the room. That was fast. Damian couldn’t have finished in that short amount of time. Or was Clarissa so good to be able to make him come that fast? My heart panged from hurt and jealousy.
Then one of the women asked Clarissa how big Damian’s was.
“Couldn’t get it up,” Clarissa said.
“Was he too drunk?” One of the women asked again.
Clarissa shook her head. “He was sober. He’s either ga
I was about to sit in front of him when I saw his swollen cheek from Max’s punch. I quickly went to the fridge and took something frozen, wrapping it in a towel and pressing it to his cheek. “Damian, are you okay? Why did Max hurt you?” I looked at him with concern. “I’m okay. Please sit, Baby girl.” He took the towel from me and pressed it to his cheek with his own hand. I nodded and sat in front of him. He was looking at me calmly and gently. I looked down instead, twisting my fingers on my lap. “Baby girl, I can’t be with you anymore,” he said gently. My head jerked up to see his beautiful face. He looked so calm, and it twisted my heart. It was so easy for him to say those words calmly.. I bit my bottom lip to hold back any words or feelings I was experiencing. I nodded instead. “I know, Damian. You are going to follow C
"Why.." I reasked him softly.He picked me up, and I clung to him like a small child, with my arms around his neck and my legs around his body.He walked toward the sofa and sat us down with me straddling him, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck.“Why do you keep hurting me, Damian? Don’t you know how much I love you? Don’t you know you are one of the reasons that made me try hard to survive in those five days?” I sobbed.“Tell me what you want from me, Baby girl,” he whispered ever so softly.“I want you to love me. I want you not to hurt me anymore. I want you to be honest with me. I want you in my life, not because I forced you to, not because you feel guilty, but because you truly love me. I want you to make me your wife. I want to spend forever with you..” I sobbed harder.“Baby girl, please
“Mommy!” I heard a little boy’s voice calling me. I looked around. Where are we? I was sitting down in a beautiful meadow. “Mommy!” the little boy called me again. I looked around again. I could see no one. Where is the little boy? “Mommy, I’m here!” I heard his voice again. I kept looking around, but I couldn’t see him. “Look closer, Mommy!” the little boy called out to me again. There! He was standing a few steps away from me. He was wearing all white, a white shirt and long white pants. Rai? I stood up and went to him, but before I could reach him, he ran away from me, laughing. I ran after him, but I couldn’t rea
"Baby girl?"; I heard Damian's voice as I was chopping shallots in the kitchen.I glanced at him and smiled."What are you doing, Baby girl?" he asked in disbelief and.. suspicion?I rolled my eyes. What does he think I'm doing in the kitchen?"I'm turning this kitchen into a meth lab" I told him as seriously as I could manage.The look he gave me was more than enough to make me laugh. He looked horrified! Does he really think I'm going to run a meth lab?I laughed. "I'm making us breakfast.""You are cooking?"; I could still hear the disbelief in his voice."Of course, I'm cooking. Now shoo. Take a shower and join me here after that" I told him without looking at him, continuing to chop all the other ingredients.I never enjoyed cooking at all. I hated the strong smell of garlic, shallot, a
It had been a week since I dreamt about our little boy, since I could feel again. If I thought being able to feel again was great, I couldn’t be more wrong about it.I had nightmares about those monsters every night. Luckily, I didn’t scream or trashed around in bed because every time I woke up, Damian was still sleeping soundly beside me, with his arms holding me close to him.It was all for the best. I didn’t tell him that I had nightmares every night. I didn’t want him to worry. He was making sure that I wasn’t traumatic, he did everything he could to make me feel loved, to make me happy. I couldn’t burden him with stories of my nightmares.We still hadn’t talked about what happened to me during my kidnapping. He didn’t ask me about it, and I didn’t tell him about it. He might have known or had an idea what those monsters did to me, I was sure of it. I knew from Ma
When we saw the psychologist. I told her how I was able to cry now, how I wasn’t feeling detached from the world anymore. I could feel, but it led to nightmares. I also told her about the time when I felt Damian’s friends were the bad guys. Lastly, I told her about the way I felt about my scars.Damian was always there when I went to see my psychologist or psychiatrist. He was always in the room with me, listening carefully, without saying a word except if they needed me to do something, then he would ask questions to make sure he got everything right.The psychologist told me that it was great that I could feel again. To be honest, I wanted to yell at her when she said that. Great? Everything that happened after I could feel again didn’t feel great at all! I kind of wished that I was still unable to feel because then nothing would matter. I could accept everything that had happened to me. I could even accept my scars. But
We couldn't keep our hands or lips off each other during the drive home, not caring that Paul was there. It had been more than six months, and we were hungry for each other.The silence inside the car was filled with the sound of our wet kisses, my moans of his name, and his groans of mine.I unbuttoned his shirt and roamed my hands all around his body - his smooth, soft yet hard skin felt hot under my touch. My mouth sucked his exposed skin, marking him as mine.He didn't take off my clothes, but his hands roamed around my body through my clothes. He pinched my nipples roughly through my clothes, and I arched my back. His mouth sucked the crook of my neck, marking me as his.When we reached the hotel, my hands shot to button up his shirt, but he got out of the car before I could do it, pulling me with him. His hair was messy from how I ran my hands through them, and his shirt was unbuttoned. He look
I woke up with a jerk of my body. I looked around and was relieved when I saw my surrounding. I was in the villa. My mind replayed the scenes that had happened before. I was horrified to think that I had pushed Damian away. How could I have mistaken Damian for the knife-man?Suddenly, out of the corners of my eyes, I saw a figure lying down on the floor two steps away from me. Fear started creeping up on me again. Is he a bad guy? Does he have access to the villa? I cowered back further away to the wall and tightened the blanket over my body, but then I saw his face - it was Damian! He had worn a pair of pants, and I realized I was still naked, and he had draped a blanket over my body. Thank God he didn't let me escape and grabbed hold of my body when I was trying to get away, or I would've run away naked!I crawled hastily to him and saw that he was lying so still. Why is he lying down on the floor? Why is he so still?