After grabbing our bathrobes from the bed and wrapping our nudes, he hands me a pair of socks that sure isn't mine, but I put it on without asking anything. This weather is just savage. When I am done, he wraps an arm around my waist and leads me out. We get into the lift, and I snuggle up to him to get some warmth.He gets the memo, and envelopes me to him, rubbing his arms up and down my back. I can live here like this forever- snuggled in his warm embrace like this. The sound of the lift ascertaining our arrival at the ground floor rings, and I gently jerk away from him albeit unwilling. I was ready to walk, I mean, the cold hasn't paralyzed my bones, but my charitable and caring knight opted to carry me bridal style again, and I don't object. Who would refuse such sweet gestures? No one!We dodge through several corridors that I don't really keep track of as my eyes are welded to the beauty above me, fathoming just how sweet he is. I also didn't realize I was fondling with his li
Memories! Beautiful memories!That's the tenure of this terrifically fabulous week I had with Damian. Beautiful Recollections worth keeping, and I cherish them. I forever will.Every single day, every single hour, minute, and seconds that I have aboded in these seven days was remarkable, pleasurable, and wonderful. We didn't partake in much recreations due to the unfavourable weather constraints but at least we had to take a cruise around the talon of the great mt. Kenya which took us a whole day because, well, aside from its irresistibly glueing beauty, this crazy guy had this crazy idea of making love out there. It was rambunctiously wild. Something I couldn't have anticipated, but mind-blowing and clogging in all sense. Then came the tour around the vast city of Nanyuki which we could not finish. The tour in the attractive wildlife. Lastly, we ended our adventures in lake Eliss which is named after the Duchess of Glouchester - Princess Alice. To say that I was happy would be an und
I'm feeling like a Disney Princess as we stroll inside this lavishly sumptuous hotel. It's been years since I wore a long gown like this and more than two inches stilettos. I got rid of them all when I got the liberty to live alone. I despised them, until a few minutes ago when Damian pulled this one from a gift bag and handed it to me. It's corroborated! He possesses some mystic ability of making me fall in love with everything. Never would I have dreamt of wearing a long dress ever again, but here I am, bleeding a phenomenal feeling and dazzling like a diamond as my long dress sweeps the floor while we make our way to our table.The top-notch furnishings, the spotless floor, the tranquil aura, and the exquisite aroma of the luscious cousines automatically tells you that this is a five-star hotel. There is also some sweet jazz playing in the background adding to the serenity of this hotel."Here, Mia regina!" Damian says, peeling his hand off my waist to pull the chair for
"Welcome back!" "Mmh! Thank you, and welcome back too." I taunt back as we stroll inside my condo. "Do you want to have a few minutes of rest before going to work? I know you aren't used to those long tiresome drives." Damian mumbles as he hauls our suitcases further inside."Thank you for being such a sweet caring daddy, but no. We've been away for a week so there is no way I would get even a wink of sleep given that we are back. Work is calling, and I'm good!" I retort with my most convincing expression."As you say, my queen." He hunches his head down in a playful bow, a smirk poulticed to his face, revealing the eye-catching dimples. Well, it's nothing new. It's just him and his bewitching beauty that can't go inconspicuous, and me my adorations for him. "So shall we take a bath together?" He adds."Sure. You need help with those?" I gesture at the heavy satchels, hoping he would accept my aid in lugging them upstairs, but... pass!"No, baby. I can better make use of my muscles
"Are we...okay?" Damian queries after parking the car in the parking lot.Are we? Are we not?Call me an old-school or a drama queen, but I just don't like being kept in the dark. I believe in no secrets in a relationship. I uphold the saying that an authentic long-lasting relationship is based on a firm core of trust and honesty, the two things he has issues with.If he trusts me fully, he wouldn't have problems telling me what's bothering him. If only he can be honest with me, probably his fears would have been long gone by now. But he doesn't.For that incentive, I just feel awful that he still is not ready to open up to me after all this while. I have just been awfully mute since our talk back in my condo. I'm not angry, trust me, but I have the right to feel this way, right? I have been nothing but an open book to him, but he, why can't he just do the same to me? I'm willing to listen to whatever his fears are. I'm itching to know what's eating him up because it's beginning to im
"Are you sure you don't want to join us? It's just me and Grace." I ask Damian as he parks in front of my coffee shop. I had this great idea that he, Grace, and I, would have some time together tonight over a cup of coffee but he seems distant somehow. He looks wasted and still unsettled. Why that is, whatever he is so scared of, I'm gonna find out tonight and I am dying to hear it. I just don't like him this way."I'm sorry. We will do this some other time, babe, please." He pleads in a gentle tone."It's alright. Are you okay though? Will you be okay?" I query."I will. I'll just wait for you in our house." He states, urging a smile that doesn't come out so genuinely persuading. Our house! Ooh, how sweet that sounds. "Which one particularly? Yours or mine?" I ask just to be sure. "Yours.""Okay. Drive safe." I say as I grab my purse. "Would you mind if I leave the rest of my stuff here?" I ask.I don't need to haul my laptop and the pair of heels inside and since he is going to
Getting to my house, I can't catch the sight of Damian but the sweet aroma inviting me from the doorway tells me exactly where he is. I didn't know he was going to cook for me. I fling my purse to the couch and kick my shoes off, then stroll to the kitchen.Well, he seems busy, and dazzling in nothing but an apron on coating his tight muscles. Wow! I lean on the door frame, scrutinizing him as he cooks for us and adoring how much beauty he augments to my kitchen - and my life in general. Where would I be if I didn't bump into him that day? What would have become me?Maybe I would have given up on life. For sure no one would have hired me, and the coffee shop that I thought was my savior didn't bring so much contentment after all. Maybe I would have found something to keep me sane, but I would still be a miserable soul. I wouldn't have experienced this happiness and fulfilment that I am feeling now. Ain't I lucky? Ain't he a knight? "What's more delish? Me or the meal?""What?" I snap
"Love?!" I snap my eyes at Damian's voice and from the look of things, he ought to have howled my name more than once. I didn't know I was just staring at him like a bewildered zombie. Last I checked, I just dropped nanny Malia's call.Papa!Papa!That's the only thing lingering in my head right now. My father is sick - seriously sick! Nanny Malia would not have called if his condition wasn't critical. She said it clearly that she decided to call because papa's condition is not good. What is his diagnosis? How long has he not been feeling well? What condition is he in? Is it severe, or just mild? What..."Baby!?""I need to pack. I need to get ready. I need to head back home. I need..." "Love, hey!" "I need to see my father, Damian. I need to see for myself if he is okay or not. I need to be with him, Damian."I quit ranting abruptly and do the first thing that strikes my mind. I start upstairs, sprinting through the blurry stairs due to the tears streaming from my eyes as fast as