Damien's POV****"Did you deliver it?" I questioned. "Yes sir." Miguel said enthusiastically."Good. Keep an eye on her every move in my absence and report to me accordingly." I hung up the phone immediately. I dug my hand into my left pant pocket while I walked towards the balcony of my hotel suite. I leaned against the door frame, looking out into the busy city. I had left for Italy after receiving an urgent business call, I was here to sort it out. Ariana was nowhere to be seen when I got into the room to get prepared. My jet was ready so I had to leave without telling her anything. I was well aware that calling her was impossible because she did not have a phone, no thanks to me. I knew she must have abhorred me even more than before after my fit of rage. I could not face her because I did not like seeing women cry, it was just not something nice to see. I did not plan on throwin

  Third Person POV; Aleena sat back in the West Wing of Damien's mansion staring into space. She looked around the guest room designated to her, she loathed it. Not because it was not a beautiful place, because it was just as luxurious as any other room in the mansion, but she wanted to be in none other than Damien's bedroom.  She hated the fact that he had gotten married to someone that was not her and even worse, a middle class woman like Ariana. It made no sense to her how he would stoop so low and get married to a nobody when she was right there loving him tirelessly from day one.  She had thrown a major tantrum when Tracy had called to inform her of Damien's engagement which she had discarded as a rumor she saw on the internet. She wanted to rush down to Los Angeles immediately but her shooting schedule back in the Maldives did not let her. She called Damien but it all went to voi

I stared up at the tall building as I got down from the vehicle. The ride took about fourty five minutes from the house so it was quite a distance, it was a good thing I left quite early. I walked in and said hello to the receptionist at the lobby who responded with a warm smile. I informed her about my reason for being there and she directed me to take a seat. There was not a lot of people seated, just about five of them so I guessed I still had a good chance. The wait lasted for nearly an hour and it seemed like everyone else was being drilled thoroughly in their interviews. I swallowed, suddenly nervous. "Ma'am, you can go in now." The receptionist said to me and I stood up, adjusted the hardly present creases on my skirt before walking. I followed her direction and the next thing I knew, I found a mahogany door that fit the description the receptionist had given me. I knocked and waited for a reply whilst rocking back and forth on my heels. "Come in." I heard a male voice

I slammed the bathroom door behind me and leaned on it, breathing heavily. I walked over to the sink, put my hand under the running tap and sprinkled some water on my flushed face. My mind went over to what just happened. How was I going to face Damien's mother after what she just saw?! She had caught us in a compromising position and it was absolutely unexpected. What was I doing? I was not supposed to be allowing Damien get this close to me. The make out session we had was not supposed to happen and it would have escalated if I had not regained my senses. I hated it because it felt so wrong but at the same time so right. I loved his kisses but not him and I feared that if I let it continue, things would escalate even further and then there would be some form of emotional attachment to him and if he did not share the same feelings, I would be left all alone to bear the burden of unrequited love. I shut my eyes at the thought of that happening. I shook my head vigorously, I would not

I was up as early as five in the morning and by six thirty, I was seated in the car and on my way for the interview. Considering that we left quite early, there was hardly any traffic and we got to Avilla Corp about thirty minutes later. I was an hour early and I had no idea what I would be doing in there so I decided to stay back in the vehicle reading through some stuff on my phone. Miguel and I conversed for a while and before I knew it, it was nearly 8am. I exhaled, feeling my nerves getting to me. I was not sure what to expect, I lowkey feared that what happened with my first interview would repeat itself and I did not want it. "Wish me luck." I said to Miguel before stepping out of the vehicle. I walked through the tinted glass doors and found myself in the exquisite building with a clean wide lobby. It was a skyscraper, just like Damien's and looked just as big and sophisticated. I walked up to the reception to ask for directions to the exact place for the interview.