“Kat, did I do something wrong?” Damian asked.
It’d been ten days since all my memories of him came back to my mind, and we were currently sitting on his private plane, going to Bali to celebrate Nick’s birthday.“What made you say that?” I asked with feigned surprise.“Sometimes you appear to avoid me,” he explained as he sat across from me, leaning toward me with his elbows on his thighs.“It’s just the headaches. I’m sorry if it seemed like I was shunning you,” I said apologetically. It was just an excuse. In truth, I kind of stayed away from him because I didn't know what to do.It was hard to not show my love for him and to pretend that I didn't remember him. Most of the time, I felt like holding him close to me, kissing him, apologizing, and telling him that I loved him, especially when I saw the longing in his eyes.Ten days felt torturous, I didn't know how he was able to go through it for more than threThe sun shining through the open curtains hit my eyes, blinding me for a while. I opened my eyes and stretched my body, feeling the soreness all over my body. The memories of what happened last night replayed in my mind, and I blushed. I looked at my body which was covered by many love bites. Looking at the man who was still sleeping next to me, lying on his front, I felt myself blush even more. His strong back was filled with scratch marks, and I knew I was the one who put those marks on him. Last night it was like he was the one being drugged and not me. He only stopped once I passed out from fatigue. But now, what to do.. I still couldn't get back to him, especially since someone deliberately drugged me last night. I wouldn't let Damian get involved in my matters. At first, I thought it was Clarisa who asked her friend to drug me, but thinking about it, she wouldn't dare do anything to me anymore, knowing tha
My alarm clock woke me up the next morning. It was only 5 am, and yet I needed to wake up to clean the villa and cook breakfast. Damian had been sleeping since I came back to him last night. He didn't even want to wake up. This reminded me of the time when I was first diagnosed with depression. I spent my days asleep, not even wanting to talk, eat or take a bath if not for my mom walking me up and helping me. This time instead of my mom helping me, it was me helping Damian. Last night my mom had called me again, telling me how shameful it was for my story to be punished like that. For everyone to know that I was raped was a disgrace to our family. Yeah, she was still close-minded in that sense. But I shut her up by telling her that I loved Damian, and he loved me too. Luckily my mom was the type who never meddled in her kids’ love lives. I also asked her for recipes to cook since she had the experience of taking care of me.
I was downstairs in the kitchen preparing lunch when suddenly Damian appeared. It had been two months since he was depressed, and he had been getting better now. He was able to stay awake longer, but he still hadn't uttered a word to anyone. He mostly accompanied me and stayed silent while looking down. “Afternoon, Damian,” I greeted him and led him to a chair in the kitchen which I had placed especially for him since he didn't want to stay away from me. He was like a puppy, tailing me everywhere I went. “Your mom and Rai’s mom will be coming today to have lunch with us,” I told him despite him not going to answer. “The company is going great, and I’ve learned a lot from everyone.” I began telling him what had happened at the company - the problems that Cecilia and I had faced, and the solutions we had for each problem. Working as Cecilia’s assistant was actually very exciting. I found out I loved managing a hotel. Now, mos
I felt a feathery touch on my lips. Opening my eyes, I saw Damian’s handsome face in front of me. “Good morning, Baby girl,” he said lovingly. I nearly cried because of this simple act. It seemed so long ago since he was the one who woke me up. “Morning, Damian,” I circled my arms around his body and pulled him to me for a snuggle. “What time is it now?” I asked as I inhaled his manly scent. “It’s 9 am,” he replied as he pulled me even closer. “9 am? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?” I asked and sat on the bed. He pulled me down to lie down again. “You’ve been working hard for the past months, it’s time for me to do all the work now.” He placed a kiss on the top of my head. I have nearly forgotten that he was alright now and that I didn't have to wake up at 5 am each morning. “Do you want to eat breakfast now?” he asked. “Can I get an omelet?” I asked shyly. I didn't know if
I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, admiring the back of Damian and little Rai in their black suits. This reminded me of the time when we went to the masquerade ball all those years ago. Tonight was the night of the party/gathering of the partners of Lancaster and Sky Groups. Damian had prepared a beautiful deep dark red mermaid dress for me complete with long gloves, but I had designed another dress in the same color. The upper part was tube corset-like style and the material was scrunched up to the left side with a very high slit reaching my hip, and letting it flow to the side. I scattered black crystals on the waist to match Damian’s and little Rai’s black suits. Little Rai was the first who turned around. “Mommy, you look so beautiful. I’m going to marry someone as beautiful as Mommy in the future,” he said as he ran toward me and hugged me. Damian and I laughed at his words. Little Rai was a Mommy’s boy. “Baby girl
I felt my body growing cold and beginning to hyperventilate, but I tried to keep myself calm, not wanting anyone, especially Damian to know. I couldn't let Damian encounter him here, he will most definitely make a scene, which I didn't want to happen. I didn't want to embarrass Rai’s parents and Damian. “Baby girl, are you okay? You haven't touched your food yet, and you look pale,” suddenly I heard Damian’s voice asking me. “I’m..” My voice came out croaked, so I had to clear my throat before continuing, “I’m fine, Damian. Maybe there are just too many people here, I feel stuffy.” “Do you want to go out to get some fresh air now? I’ll accompany you,” he said as he looked at me with concern. “I think I need a little bit of fresh air, but you don't have to accompany me,” I told him. “Baby girl, I won't allow you to go out alone,” he said with a resolution in his voice. “Damian, you are one of the important person
I stretched my body, feeling sore all over. Hearing the sound of the shower, I smiled, thinking that Damian had woken up before me to prepare breakfast. Opening my eyes slowly, I felt there was something weird with my surrounding, and dread came to me. I wasn't in the villa, I was just in a regular hotel room. Looking around the room, I saw my clothes and a man’s clothes scattered around the floor, and there were two used condoms on the floor too. Oh my God.. I felt myself going pale. Jeremiah.. I quickly went off the bed and began to collect my things with trembling hands. How.. How did he manage to drug me? The water bottle was sealed. So how? I brushed every thought away, just trying to take each piece of clothing and wear them as quickly as I could. I didn't want to stay another second in this room with a monster. Just as I was about to wear my panties, I heard the bathroom door opening, and I froze from my fear
The one word that I had always said to myself that I wasn't, the one word that made me insecure, and the one man I thought wouldn't ever think and feel that way about me actually said it: disgusting. I felt a funny feeling inside me, and instead of feeling angered or saddened, I felt ridiculous that I ended up laughing out loud. How ridiculous was it for me to pretend and think that I wasn't dirty and disgusting after being gang-raped? It was better for me just to own it. Yeah.. I’m a disgusting woman. I kept laughing until my stomach hurt and tears streamed down my face. “What the fuck are you laughing at?” Damian asked me as he narrowed his eyes. I stopped laughing and wiped my tears with the back of my hands. “I’m sorry. You are right. I’m disgusting,” I told him with a huge grin on my face. “Your story of being raped by your ex is fake, isn't it? You actually were the girl in Jeremiah’s story. His ex who lik