"Oh! What is it?" I asked, collecting the form as my eyes ran through it.“Just sign it,” he whisperedI took a proper look at it.What?! It was a mansion’s document. Damian had gotten me a mansion.“Are you kidding me?” I whispered shakily. My emotions were over cloud nine. I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, or scream for joy. Damian has gotten a mansion in my name, and just needs me to sign it.“Here are the pictures, or don’t you like it? We could choose another. I got this for you because you love white, and it’s the prettiest in the city,” Damian said worriedly, but I shook my head and hugged him tightly.I know I grew up from a rich home, but I’d never gotten any thing like this. I had a good education, ate good meals but not this. I didn’t think of having a mansion this soon.I had hoped to finish high school, pursue a career in baking and cooking. Then did I think I’ll be able to purchase a mansion. I really wasn’t expecting this… oh heavens, what did I do to deserve a hus
The three days camp was the talk of the whole school. Everyone was excited, and had started making plans."I wish we would get paired up in the same room," Zara said on our way to the cafeteria to have lunch."Yeah, it would be so much fun!" I smiled.We were about entering into the cafeteria when Coleman showed up, and stood in front of us."Hey," he called with a wave.Zara’s face seemed to etch into a scowl. Didn’t they later have the tutorial?"Hi" I said, with a tight smile."Um… can we talk in private? There’s something that I have meaning to tell you,” he said, sending Zara also a glare.“Is it important?” I asked
“My Love,” Damian replied sultrily from the bed, bare chested...“Come on in, he beamed.I giggled, looking at everything but him. Seeing that I made no move to climb onto the bed. He suddenly stood to his feet, and wrapped his hands around me.“Hey,” he chuckled softly.“Hi,” I flushed, feeling like a teenager.“I missed you so much,” he pulled me closer and kissed me roughly. It wasn’t like our usual soft kiss. There was need, hunger in his kisses.We kissed, and kissed, until he placed me on the bed. “Damian,” I gasp, feeling the soft bed around me.He towered me, “Don’t you think I deserve a special treat?”
“Oh my heart,” I watched a girl moan, as she watched Damian from the window. Every girl had ran out from their rooms to watch my husband leave his car with his bodyguards. What some of them wore was thin lacy material over shorts, and others, their pajamas as they crowded the window.I clicked my tongue, as something lurched in my belly and I felt bile in my throat. I was jealous.“Damian!” They even called, blowing kisses at him.Damian in his navy blue suit, Italian shoes and dark shades, simply removed his shades and waved at the girls from downstairs.Many girls even pretended to faint. I stomped my feet angrily, unable to watch any more of the display. I entered my room with the promise that Damian was definitely going to get it.Why the hell did he have to wave at them? Couldn’t he have just ignored them and walked off.… but he is a celebrity who is loved by his fans. He simply couldn’t have ignored them.Arrgh!"Sarah, did you see your husband? He is here,” Susan came running
“My Love,” Damian replied sultrily from the bed, bare chested...“Come on in, he beamed.I giggled, looking at everything but him. Seeing that I made no move to climb onto the bed. He suddenly stood to his feet, and wrapped his hands around me.“Hey,” he chuckled softly.“Hi,” I flushed, feeling like a teenager.“I missed you so much,” he pulled me closer and kissed me roughly. It wasn’t like our usual soft kiss. There was need, hunger in his kisses.We kissed, and kissed, until he placed me on the bed. “Damian,” I gasp, feeling the soft bed around me.He towered me, “Don’t you think I deserve a special treat?” he chuckled, and I laughed loudly.“You are so…”“So what?” he cooed, beside my ears. He starts nibbling my ears, down to my neck— sending delicious sparks through my being.“So, you,” I moaned. He kissed me again, and took off my shirt. His fingers found way to unhook my bra…“I’m going to take you here, and then in front of that mirror,” he whispered.That was what he did.We
“What will you do if you find out that he has a kid already?” she whispered into my ears.“What do you mean by that?” I asked with a frown.She shrugged “Not that I’m saying he has, but celebrities like that do always have something ugly in their closet,”I gritted through clenched teeth “Not my Damian! If you’ll please excuse me, I need to sleep,” I said dismissing her.“Oh, I didn’t mean to offend you,” she begged, looking innocent.“Just go,” I grumbled, grabbing the duvet to cover my body.“Please, look. It’s just that I went through a nasty experience and it has made me have serious trust issues,” she placed her arm on mine.I sat up, trying to ignore the ache in my soul. I hated that she insinuated that Damian might have a child outside wedlock? … gosh, the thought hurts so much.She continued, “He was a celebrity, I was his popular girlfriend. After I got pregnant, he discarded me. He didn’t care about us,” she said, sniffing.I felt pity for her, so I clasped her hands “I’m so
Damian’s jaw tightened firmly, that I feared it might even break. He looked at her coldly, and then back at me “'Let's go” he gritted through clenched teeth and walked off“Bye bye, Damian. I love you so much,” Susan yelled after him, before waving at me “See you later, Sarah,”She said, rounding up the corner too. What just happened?I ran to catch up with Damian’s pace as he pushed the door of his suite open.What is wrong with him? Why didn’t he reply a word to Susan or receive her handshake?“Damian! What’s wrong? What's going on?” I asked, confused."It's nothing. I just didn't want to keep us longer outside, besides she still had to return,” he replied icily.“Just like I have to do, especially if you’re going to give me this attitude.” I exclaimed“Look, I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry about her. Let’s just sleep, I honestly couldn’t sleep without you in bed with me,” he confessed, raking his hands through his hair.“Hmm, and you couldn’t even say a word to my friend. That was
“A cat died after eating something from the bin,” the girl said, causing dread to fill my loins.I pushed my way into the crowd and saw a tall blonde girl crying over a lifeless cat in her arms. Her friends tried to console her but she wasn’t having any of it.“I’m so sorry, Pea. I’m so sorry for angrily putting you out this morning… I didn’t know it was going to be the last time I see you.” She cried sorrowfully.My chest dipped in guilt. Could the cat had died from the food I dropped in the bin?“It had to be food poisoning. Didn’t you say you found Pea here, and it had a drop of milk when you found it?” one of her friends remarked. It made me feel worse.It couldn’t have been the milk I dropped in the bin. There were little cans of drink in the bin before I dropped mine. Besides, after I had gone, more people would have disposed their dirt or meals.“We heard what happened, and deeply sympathize with you Rhonda.” Mrs Theresa came with 4 female colleagues. “Please follow us, let us