Signed and stamped

 The rays of sunlight entered  the room  as I  moved in the comfortable bed.

I slowly opened my eyes and  the hardest hangover that I could ever feel hit my head.

As I laid there I felt the puke hit my throat and  I stood up immediately making my way to the bathroom.

After pouring out everything in my stomach, I walked to the sink and  washed my face and it  was then it all hit me.

This wasn’t my penthouse,  this place looked arranged  and  co-ordinated.

 

I held on to my head as the hangover hit again and   the events of last night started coming in and when the last thing I did hit me the instant regret followed.

I had a one night stand with a total stranger.

“Oh my god Raina , what have you done?” I  panicked as I rushed out of the bathroom.

This is one of the main reasons why I never get drunk. I end up doing the craziest shit.

But the last thing I remember was  having sex   at the vvip section. Then how did I get here ? 

It was at that moment I noticed the unfamiliar  lingerie I wore.

My eyes almost  rolled out of my head  as the pain  hit me again.

I rushed back into the room and I saw my clothes neatly folded on the shelf.

I quickly scrammed to the other side of the bed as I tried to put on the  gown I had worn to the club last night but something else caught  my attention: it was the gold necklace on the table.

I looked at the gold necklace but the one thing that caught my attention was the name boldly  inscripted on it.

Damien kade.

At that moment, I felt my heart racing faster  as I picked up the necklace to be sure of what I was seeing.

Was this some kind of dream or is this a set up  how  did  his jewelries  get here?

I  swallowed nervously as the instant heat hit me  as I thought about the possibility of what I had done.

That name was impossible to forget, this was the same man that had  haunted  Ethan for years  and even burned down his warehouse when they clashed.

The rival Ethan swore to destroy.

Damien is this last person anyone would ever want to get involved  with.

Unlike  the sweet  handsome ceo show he puts up in front of the press  and the media the man was the real devil.

Behind the scenes he runs  the city doing all sorts of illegal business and one thing I know him for is his special hatred for my husband.

 

Once I was done putting on my gown I  walked out of my room and luckily  no one was outside  of the room. 

  

I spent the  rest of my  days cleaning my apartment as I tried to put  what had happened behind me.

The thought of what I had done last night still haunted  my thoughts but yet I tried to brush it off.

I had no idea who the stranger was and there was no way it would be Damien so I see no reason why I should bother about it. 

It  was just a one night stand and I wasn’t going to let it ruin my life.

Somehow going into that club made me feel relieved.

I had cleaned the whole apartment and right now I was sitting at the lobby as I scrolled through social media but what caught my attention was when I came across Ethan’s page.

He didn’t bother to block  me  he posted photos of Leah and their child..

Ignoring the pain in my chest I clicked on the picture  and I saw the  people  saying how perfect  of a family they were and most people commented on how I never deserved him.

With each negative comment I read  it felt like  my heart was about to collapse.

If only I hadn’t been too  stupid.

My parents never called and Ethan is a fucking  bastard if he thinks that I was going to let him take the same company that we built together .

 From where I sat  I watched the bussing  city   but somehow  as I sat  there I didn’t feel a damn thing. Everything about the city felt so fast  it seems like  the whole world moved on  and I’m the only one who is left behind.

My phone vibrated  from where I had kept it  but as  I picked  it up I noticed that it was a private message from a private number.

“You left without saying goodbye Raina, not nice” 

I looked at the message as the instant panic suddenly hit me and I tried to understand what was going on but before I could understand another message came in.

“open the door wifey” the message read.

I blinked as I looked at the message to be sure of what I was seeing.

Wifey?.

No, I was nobody’s wife.

In that moment, I felt the sudden sweat begging to break out of my forehead as the thought  of what was happening hit me.

My  hands moved instinctively as I tried to hit the delete button but what I hear next is a knock on my door.

The sound echoed through the building  as my breath  hitched against my chest.

Was this some kind of sick joke?

What if it was real, what if the man standing behind the door was no other than the man I had a one night stand with.

What if the man turns out to be Damien  Kade, my ex husband  enemy.

I swallowed nervously. I moved art from the chair I  sat on and walked back to the living room.

My phone vibrated in my hands again and  before I could even react to that I heard another  knock on my door.

In that instant I felt  my heart pumping hard against my chest threatening to come out.

Swallowing  the lump  on my throat, I walked towards the door with shaking hands.

I  held the door knob and pulled it  open and when I did every last drop of blood drained from my body.

Damien  Kade.

My ex husband  rival stood in front of me with a  flower bouquet and the smuggled smile on his lips .

He looked  more dangerous in person and his eyes held so much darkness  that I hadn’t felt from anyone or was it the way he looked at me.

Damien smiled slowly  but yet his stare was void  and deep.

“You don’t want to keep your husband waiting Mrs Kade ” he  lets out as he hands me the paper in his hands.

 My  hands trembled as I   reached out for  the paper and the words  written on it was the words marriage certificate.

I feel my  breath tightened against my chest as I read  the paper all over  again to be sure of what I was seeing as my heart start beating harder than before.

 It had, my name, his name Signed and stamped.

No,This can’t be real.