DAMIEN POV
I got into work mid morning today because I needed some time to clear my head.Finally the divorce is happening, I should be glad. It is what I have wanted since my father announced that I was getting married to Kamaria, but why am I feeling like I was making a mistake.My driving around didn’t exactly clear my head, neither did it make me change my mind.As soon as I settled down into my seat, I called in my secretary to get an update on what I have on my calendar.After she was done briefing me on the litany of meetings I have, I enquired if the creative director of our advertising branch called.Our company is a huge company made up of two branches. The marketing branch and the advertising branch, and I am the CEO of the both branch.Our advertising branch hasn’t been doing well, and I am at the verge of firing the creative director for his incompetency.“No he didn’t.”I shook my head, reaching for the telephone on my desk to call him.“Your mother called,” my secretary chipped in while the phone rang in my ear."What did she want?" I haven't spoken to my mother since my father's funeral. I have been ignoring her calls."Lunch at the country club."I wasn’t going to honour the invitation but Maria disabused me of that notion.She said if you don’t come she will come to the office.I nodded, dismissing my secretaryGuess I have a lunch date with my mother. The last thing I want is for her to show up here, and then start to micromanage everything, pointing out things that I am doing wrong.I shuddered at dealing with my high energy mother at work. I try as much as possible to keep her away from the company, keeps my sanity in tact.My call with the creative director didn’t go well. It went with me yelling and him trying to proof he is right and I do not have the right to complain and ended with me ordering him to my office with the presentation contract we are bidding this week.He arrived few hours past the half an hour mark I gave him, which I believe was intentional, but I didn’t comment on it and just asked for the presentation without inviting him to seat down.He made a move to seat down on the seat across from me, but the hot glare I shot his way made him think twice.He took out his computer and slotted in the hard drive and pressed play and then stepped back to let me watch it.I watched the presentation with my face devoid of any feelings when I was done I turned to regard him."Are you sure this will guarantee us the bid."My voice was cold, and deadly, letting him no that a lost wasn’t an option because his job was riding on this presentation.He clearly understood the threat underlying my words because a look of nervousness flashed across his eyes briefly, and was gone within a twinkle of an eye to be replaced by a confident, slightly cocky expression on his face.Yes, sir, I am certain, he replied arrogantly.His cockiness isn’t a good look on him, and it irritates the hell out of me.He is barely performing, yet he is acting like he is the one keeping the company afloat.Let’s hope so, Mr Samuel, because if you don’t bag this presentation I will fire you, I said plainly not mincing words.I understand, sir, he said coldly and took his leave.By the time lunch rolled around I have managed to get most of my meetings out of the way. I walked into the country club restaurant to find my mum already waiting.Despite being indoors she had half of her face covered with large dark sunglasses, and a huge feather like hat perched on her pixie cut dark brown hair.She was a perfect example of a rich socialite."Hello mum," I air kissed her cheek before taking a seat.I looked around for the waiter and called him."When are you divorcing that gold digger wife of yours?" Mum spat out with a disgusting sneer on her face, as soon as the waiter walked away with my order."At least you waited until I have ordered," I mumbled sarcastically."You know I never liked her and her family. I don't know what possessed your father to make you marry that fat cow," mother growled, ignoring my words.I wouldn't exactly call Kamaria a cow, yes she isn't skinny like most of the women in our circle, but she has curves in all the right places. I fought my body reaction to the reminder of those delicious curves. One of the reasons I hadn't been able to resist her during our marriage even though I had promised myself I wasn't going to touch her.My mother have never hidden how she felt about Kamaria and her family. Being from a different social background mother felt that our association with the family some how tainted our reputation in the high society.My mother and I disagree on a lot of things but in this I agree with her."Yes, mum. I have already told her about the divorce," I once again frowned inside as I remembered Kamaria lack of protest."Good, and make sure she leaves with no penny. I am not allowing a dime from our money go to that family. They have eating off us enough," mother snarled.I wasn't going to divorce Kamaria without giving her anything, but there is no need letting mother know." Now once that coniving bitch and her family is out of our lives we will think about you settling down with someone from the right family."What mum means is someone from a rich and powerful home like ours.I nodded didn't bother telling her that I wasn't sure if I was ready for another marriage yet.After lunch with my mother, I went back to work.I got home after leaving work to find the house unusually quiet. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom thinking maybe Kamaria was asleep but when I opened the door there was no one there. I looked at the vanity table to find it devoid of her things, which prompted me to go to her closet. That was empty as well.She left.The weird feeling I have been feeling ever since I told Kamaria about the divorce came back.KAMARIA POVIs been two weeks since I moved out of Damien's house and I haven't heard from him. Why doesn't that surprise me. This just proves how much Damien regarded me. Which is nothing. I don't need more proof to know he doesn't love me but it seems everywhere I look there is a reminder. Telling myself it doesn't hurt will be a big fat lie to myself and there are just two people you can't lie to yourself and God.For days now I have been trying not to think about him, to move on with my life. Telling myself that it is over. We might not have signed the divorce papers but it is over, but getting over Damien is easier said than done.I haven't told my parents about our divorce and that is because of my dad. I don't want to break his heart on top of losing his best friend, a man he considers a brother more than his own brothers. The Blacks might not like my family, at least two - third the Blacks, but my family loves them, especially Damien whom my father treats like a son he never ha
KAMARIA POV Twenty minutes later the Matheson's arrived. While they were exchanging pleasantries I excused myself to get in the snacks and coffee I arranged for this meeting yesterday before I rejoined in ready to take notes. Jeffery once again went over everything Madeline wants and then asked her if she will consider settling outside the court. Madeline tilted her perfectly cut blonde hair which is beginning to show sighs of greying as she gave Jeffrey's words some thoughts. "I will consider it if Tony is willing.""Brilliant, I will speak to his lawyers,"Jeffery said with one of his rare smiles. Jeffery is usually not a smiling man, but on good occasions like this, they tend to sneak out. The meeting ended and Jeffrey shook hands with Madeline and the people that came with her and they left with a promise from Jeffery to contact them when he has spoken to Tony's lawyers. I was about to leave the office when Jeffrey called me back. "What is going on Kamaria?" His expression wa
DAMIEN POVI called for my assistant and she was there within seconds looking like she ran across the room with that nervous look about her that makes me wonder if I have a masquerade mask on. "Go down to the eatry that just opened few blocks away and get me some lunch," I said coldly and bent back to computer in front of me. A few seconds later I looked up to see her still standing there swaying from one foot to the other with a look of indecision about her. " Yes," I growled wondering why she hasn't gone and come back with my lunch. "S...sorry..."There she goes again apologising. "Why?"My voice have gone few octaves lower and hard. Her brow wrinkled in confusion. "E...excuse me!" "You are not. Now why are you sorry?" I demanded again, my voice flat. The nervous look on her face worsened. I shook my head as I watched her tremble before me. Maria have been with me for the past three years and yet she still acts like some skittish cat where I am. "Don't ever say sorry again
KAMARIA POV Never try to drown your pain with alcohol because come the next morning you will be in a world of pain and your problems will still be there waiting for you.Last night Bobby and Jonathan came over as promised.But instead of getting into signing the divorce papers we decided to drink. They wanted to cheer me up and in their words, actually this was from Bobby who has never been a fan of Damien. The arrogant prick can wait.Bobby Jonathan and I have been best friends since high school. Bobby and I met first, in the school hallway, actually we ran into each other, literally. That was sophomore year, it was Bobby's first day in school. His friendly smile had been what drew me to him. His teeth was so white against his dark skin. I gave him the direction to the principal's office and when we met again in the cafeteria that was the beginning of our friendship. Not for once did Bobby and I think of dating each other despite how handsome he was. There was never such spark betwee
KAMARIA POV Kamaria open the door is me," Bobby voice rang upstairs. I buzzed him in and then waited with my nerves rattling for him to get to my apartment so I can ask him whether being two weeks late is something to worry about. Bobby has tons of sisters, four of them and him being the only boy and the middle child, I am sure he will know. "Kamaria where are you?" He yelled from the living room. "In here!" He walked in and stopped short at the door. "Are you alright. You look pale?" His handsome face reflecting the worry in his voice. "I shook my head. Is two weeks enough for me to worry?" "What?!" Bobby frowned taking a seat on the bed and keeping the bag containing the soup he brought for me on my desk. "I am two weeks late." I am sure I didn't need further explanation than that. Every boy of dating age understands when a girl says I am two weeks late. "When did you last fuck Damien?" If it was anyone I would probably be embarrassed by the question but this Bobby, my bes
DAMIEN POVI let out an animalistic growl when the phone went unanswered from Kamaria's end, my fist clenching on itself as my anger roared out of control. How dare she not pick my call! Is she avoiding me, trying to get back at me for something?! Is that why she hasn't signed. Maybe the money I gave her isn't enough and she and that lawyer boss of hers are plotting ways to take more from me. My expression hardened into a stony mask of anger and disgust. If Kamaria decides to prove my mother right that she is a gold digger after my family money, then she is going to see the ugly side of me. One thing I hate most is giving my mother something to gloat about. I was about to redial the number again when the telephone on my desk rang startling me, making me jump slightly on my seat. My anger worsened at being made to jump like some damned scardy cat. "What!" I snarled, not caring who is on the other side. I heard a squeak on the other side like my tone had scared the person but I did
DAMIEN POVKamaria was doing her best to hold Lily's stare as proudly as she can without appearing weak to her. For years this was the woman who had the attention of her husband, who was the source of her unhappiness, but right now she was acting like she didn't care, and her detached, cold mask was back in place. I didn't think my girlfriend liked the proud look on my ex wife face because those green eyes narrowed in anger and she looked like she was going to say something scathing. I knew I needed to do something before a cat fight erupts in my office, not that I think Kamaria will stoop that low. My wife, sorry ex wife has a class that most wealthy women of the society can't afford. Before I could speak Kamaria beat me to it. She remove her attention from Lily like she wasn't wasting her emotions and time on and turned to look at me. The fire I glimpsed in beautiful brown eyes were all gone, in its place a look that bothered on hatred. I winced. I had wanted us to go our separat
KAMARIA POV I took a seat across from him and waited. I must confess, now is just the two of us I am suddenly nervous. What is he going to say? Will he accept it? Ask me to abort it? That I am never doing? "When did you find out?" The calmness in his voice is still freaking me out. I can't help feeling that there is something coming. Something I am not going to like. "A week ago," I replied softly, not looking at him. "Were you planning on telling me?" "No," I said honestly. I chanced a look at him to see a look of hurt flash briefly over his face before it schooled back to a cold flat look. "I think we should hold off on the divorce until you have given birth." "What! Why?" I stared at him narrowing my eyes suspiciously at him. "Because I am not letting you leave with my son." I rolled my internally at him automatically assuming it is a boy that I am carrying, and what the fuck does he mean he is not letting me leave with the child. "What are you saying?" A feeling of drea