Chapter four: Not scared of his threat.

KAMARIA POV

The dawning of a new day didn’t bring with it any good tidings, rather it came with reminiscing of past memories and a lot of sadness.

Our first kiss had happened when we were teenagers. My first party. I was sixteen then, Damien eighteen. It was his birthday party and my parents allowed me to go even though it was on a school night.

It had been a pretty wild party but I managed to stir clear of the drinks. I was only there because of Damien. Finally it was getting late and I went in search of him to give him the gift I bought for him.

I found him in his room and without thinking walked in, only Damien had been drunk and high out of his mind and thought me one of his sluts.

He had immediately pounced on me and kissed me. I tried to resist but it was hard fighting against your own desires. The kiss had been everything I have read in romance books and seen in movies. It was perfect, made my toes curl, but the look of disgust that came over Damien's face when he realised who he was kissing will forever be etched in my head. I dropped his gift on the bed and ran from the room. I avoided him from that moment and the only time we saw each other again was our wedding.

I sighed again as I got up. I would love to stay in and sleep for days, work calls, and given the excuse that I am getting divorced wouldn't fly for my authoritarian boss, Jeffery.

I work as a personal assistant to one of the top divorce attorneys in the city.

A small smile of sad amusement filled my lips when I realised the irony.

I walked into the bathroom and had my shower, and soon I was ready. By my time it was almost 7:30. I need to hurry now or I will be late and Jeffery will definitely have my head.

I came downstairs and the sight of Damien having breakfast at the dining set a shock to my system. Since all the years of our marriage, Damien have never taken his breakfast at home. The nights he manages to sleep at home he usually leaves before I wake up.

The days where I try to make effort to communicate with him is gone, now that we are getting a divorce I have resigned myself to the truth that Damien will never love me and as such I should stop running after him.

I walked passed him without looking in his direction and hurried towards the door. I wanted to leave so badly that it felt like an ache. Despite how much I wanted to keep my hurting away from him, it is just to hard.

The sight of him makes my heart ache with sadness, and anger, more at myself than at him.

"Kamaria wait!" His deep voice called out coldly just as I was about to walk through the door. My traitorous heart leaped at the sound of my name from his lips

I took a second to compose myself, to hide all the emotions he is still able to arouse in me despite my wishes for otherwise. When I was sure that my face wouldn't be giving anything away I turned to face him, calm and composed.

"Yes."

"I want to speak to you for few moments."

What could he possibly want to talk about that wasn't said last night.

I made my way back to him in the dining and waited for him to speak like usual. How funny it is that everything seems to be changing and most things remains unchanged. His silence like some power move or something.

"Is about last night?" He started after few seconds passed.

"What about it?"

My voice was strained but I forced my expression to remain blank devoid of the pain he words aroused inside me.

"I want this to go as smoothly as possible."

The condescending way he said the words tempted me to leave a five finger imprint on his face.

Damien is one of those people that don't mean to sound patronising but do whenever they talk.

His words caused my lips to curve slightly at the corner in a mocking smirk, that didn’t reach my eyes.

"Why, scared that I will come after your money," I mocked with a hard look in my eyes.

I watched as his expression hardened, a cold and dark shutter falling over his face with a mean terrifying look in his eyes.

"You may try, but we both know that you wouldn't get anything from me. Your lawyers are no match for the battalion of Black lawyers."

I rolled my eyes at his threat. “ It is a good thing I don’t want your money, I replied coldly with as much dignity I could muster and then walked away, this time without him calling me back.

While driving to work my mind was stuck on Damien’s words.

Growing up together Damien used to hate our family relationship because of the difference in our social background, and because I was dorky and very awkward as a teenager. He always hates having to introduce me to his friends.

Having grown up in a ranch with my family background a desert away from the Blacks, I was an embarrassment to Damien, and also a charity case. Something he and his mother never let us leave down.

So many times growing up I wanted not to go to their place in the city for anything but my dad insisted.

Though the two-third of the Black family considers mine to be parasites, feeding off them, his father never made us feel that way. He and my dad was the best of friends that reminds me of someone else in my life that I share the same kind of bond with.

Yes, the Blacks might have the best lawyers there to have at their disposal, but I wasn’t scared of Damien’s threat, only because I plan not to contest for anything.

I want the divorce to go as amicably as it can ever.

Just like a predicted I got to the office late and Jeffery was mad but since I got his favourite croissant, all was forgiven.

I was glad how busy things got at work because it helped keep my mind off my personal life.

Towards evening I excused myself from Jeffery to attend to personal stuff and when I got outside I put a call to my best friends Bobby and Jonathan requesting their help in packing my things from Damien's house. The thought of sleeping in that house one more day didn't sit well with me.