"Darian, are you good?" Lena passed him a cup of coffee. She had noticed the nervousness in his expression since she woke up, he had been roaming from the bedroom down to the living room. Sometimes, he drifted off while she was talking to him, it had been that way for days now and he refused to tell her what was going on with him. It bothered her."Yes, I am." He downed the coffee, lowering the cup on the dining table. He stood up and caught Lena's arms. "What makes you think I am not fine?" He asked, kissing her cheeks lightly. He traced his fingers to her belly, and slowly they danced around the shorts she wore. He pulled down the shorts and curved his arms around her waist."Darian," she held tightly onto him, "Tina is at home, your bodyguards can come in anytime. Darian," she cried out when he plunged his finger into her. "Stop," she cautioned, but he didn't listen to her. "Darian," she moaned into his ears as he stroked her clitoris. Gasping, she shut her eyes and let him work on

Darian didn't make a move, he smiled as the men approached him. He halted them by raising his hands, he turned back to the masked man and said. "You will spare my life if you truly loved my mother.""No! I want to kill you because knowing that you are alive reminds me of her! Do you know how miserable I was when she rejected me to be with your father? I couldn't even love any other woman because I loved her too much. I hate to know that she had Raymond's son instead of mine! I will kill you, Darian! I will! Tie him up." He commanded again in an angry tone."This doesn't make any sense to me," Darian chuckled. "You are killing people because of a mere woman?""Isabella wasn't a mere woman, you punk! She was my whole life! You will never know this because you are just as heartless as your father and you don't know what it means to love a woman."Darian felt the pain in his voice as he spoke to him. He heaved a sigh and said. "My mother is not dead, invisible man. She's very much alive!"

"You can't see him now. He lost so much blood, but we were able to stop the bleeding before it got worse." The red-headed Doctor said to Lena and Jay as they walked down the hallway. "Please Doctor, can I at least see his face?" Lena begged, clutching the Doctor's lab coat. She looked over to Jay with pitiful eyes like she was signalling for him to tell the Doctor to let her see her husband.Jay took her hand and heaved a long sigh. He knew what Lena was trying to do, but he had no say there."I am sorry, ma'am. But you can't go into the ward with me." The Doctor patted Lena's back, hurrying back into the emergency ward. He had rushed out to attend to Lena when she didn't stop banging on the door of the room Darian was receiving treatments."Please, calm down," Jay said."I can't keep calm, Jay. Don't you get it? Darian is in there, I have no idea what's going on with him. I can't stay here doing nothing, I have to be with him in there, please help me." She stomped her feet on the fl

"Gunther is visiting from Dallas.," Jay informed Darian."He doesn't have to come," he grumbled in response. "Call him and tell him to stay back. I was shot in the arm and not the brain." He sat on the couch with the help of Jay."I thought about it, boss," Jay said thoughtfully. "And I suggested that he stayed back in Dallas, but Gaius insisted that he come to visit.""Oh, let them have their way then." Darian threw his hands like he didn't care about whatever they planned. It'd been a week since he got discharged from the hospital, a week of staying at home, unable to make use of his left arm, a week of being almost useless, he hated that."Is there something you'd like me to do for you?" Jay asked.Darian shook his head, nothing for now. Jay and Lena had been very supportive since he got back home. Sometimes he felt he was a burden to them, so he lessened his demands, and declined whenever they asked if he wanted them to do something for him. "About my mother," his eyes darted to

A month and a week had passed, Darian could now make use of his arm and he was back to work. He was in his study room, busy with a project when Lena walked in with a plate of fruits."Hey," she smiled at him, dropping the plate on the table. "I brought this for you, I will leave now." She told him, veering around to leave the room."Lena," he called, deterring her from moving. "There is something I would like to discuss with you." He motioned to the vacant armchair. Lena occupied it immediately, eyes on Darian as she awaited what he was about to discuss with her."Is it something serious? Does your arm still hurt? I thought you said you were fine?" She asked unending questions. He shook his head, sometimes he wished Lena would listen to him first before jumping to a conclusion."Lena, it's nothing serious." He sighed, "I have to travel for some days, will that be fine with you?" He asked, noticing how her shoulders sagged when he said that. Lena frowned, "How many days specifically