Chapter 002: Commotions in the Suite

The relentless knocking jerked Sarah awake. Her eyes were still heavy due to the intense sexual session she had just engaged in. The bed smelled of sex and sweat, and there. She could feel a slight headache coming on and the need to puke.

"Open the door, Miss Sarah, I know you are in there." Her eyes snapped wide open at the recognition of the voice.

That was Damian, her personal bodyguard that Vincent had entrusted her to his care. 

Rafael, who was now awake, was also already walking butt naked towards the door when Sarah suddenly rushed out of the bed to grab him, her other hand holding the white sheet against her naked body.

"What are you doing? He must not see that we are together." She urgently said in a harsh whisper, but Rafael couldn't care any less if they were caught together. "What do I..." 

"Hide," she interrupted him. Rafael frowned, finding her suggestion ridiculous, but when the knock persisted, she pushed him towards the back of the wardrobe and had him hide there.

She then grabbed Rafael's shirt and fastened it on. It dropped right in the middle of her thighs. "Coming! Feeling sick." She said lazily, hoping to sound convincing.

Finally, she opened the door and found the quiet, gigantic figure of Damian standing there with his arms folded. His eyes immediately scanned her, and a judging expression slipped on his face.

"Why are you here? I don't remember Vincent's orders including you invading my privacy," she complained, but Damian was far from listening to her. Without waiting for her consent, he stepped forward and shut the door behind him.

Sarah rolled her eyes, trying so hard to seem like his presence didn't unnerve her. "I don't remember inviting you in." She muttered like she was still half-sleepy, her hand pressing her throbbing temple. "Where is Rafael?" He suddenly asked, startling her with the question.

"Wh...what do you mean? Why are you looking for my cousin brother?" She stuttered. Damian turned around and walked up to her. "I saw you leave the hall with Rafael. You two were quite intimate for cousins." His eyes raked her half-naked body as he spoke, taking in the shirt she was putting on.

"That shirt, I saw it on Rafael earlier. So tell me, did you get in bed with him?" He turned around and started checking the room, strolling toward the bathroom door.

"Stop! What are you even doing? Rafael isn't here. I...mean, it's my time of the month. I got stained, and he offered me a change of clothes. He left afterwards." Sarah lied, even though she didn't find her own lie convincing. She couldn't look him in the eye, so she looked everywhere else but at him.

He walked closer and stopped right before her, staring her down seductively. A slight frown appeared on Sarah's face as confusion set in. Why was Damian looking at her like that? "I can smell him all over you," he said in a voice huskier than his normal voice. Sarah decided to make fun of the moment and tone the seriousness down. She forced a giggle out.

"I understand that you care about my safety, Damian.

But I need to rest. You can tell Vincent that I will be back home tomorrow morning. I had some alcohol earlier, and I need to rest, alone, please." Her eyes found him, hoping that her persuasion worked.

Damian's smirk only widened as he leaned in. "Lying doesn't suit you, little Sarah. But lucky for you, my loyalty lies with whoever makes it worth my while. So... what do you have to offer to keep my mouth shut?" 

Sarah stared at him dazedly. She knew that look.

The way his gaze darkened as it traced the curve of her lips. He was reveling in her mystery because he already knew that Rafael had slept with her.

"You're disgusting," she spat, looking like she could throw him out anytime soon, but Damian merely chuckled as he turned around and reached for the door. "Then I suppose Vincent will be hearing about this..." 

"Wait." 

The word left her lips before she could stop it. Damian paused, his smug expression telling her he had already won. She hated herself for what she was about to do, but she needed to control the situation. 

She swallowed and slowly stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

"You want something in exchange?" she murmured, tilting her head up so her lips hovered dangerously close to his. "Fine. But you better keep your mouth shut." 

She was going to kiss him when Rafael bailed out of his hiding and punched Damian on his jaw before either could comprehend what was happening. Sarah gasped with fear as she watched Damian hold on to his bleeding jaw and Rafael, who now had a robe on, fuming with anger.

"I can't believe you just hit him!" Sarah shouted, but Rafael was far from caring. "You were just about to kiss him after fucking me! Who does that?" Sarah covered her lips with her hand;

Damian had heard it all now. Before she could recover, Damian was already hitting Rafael back, and they were now exchanging punches.

"God no!" Sarah feared as she took in the scene, but Damian finally released a wounded Rafael. Panting hard, he started to speak. "You are a disgrace to the Laurent family," Damian shitted on him. Rafael, wiping the blood away from his mouth, let out a dark chuckle.

"You are just a pathetic loser who's pained that I got to hit her and you didn't." Sarah wasn't cool with Rafael's choice of words, but she decided to let it go. She was more concerned about this fight ending than Rafael's choice of words.

Damian looked back and forth between the two. "Good, let's see who regrets this by tomorrow morning." Rafael was about to strike him again, but Sarah quickly blocked him. She then faced Damian.

"Damian, I'm so sorry you have to get involved in this. I promise to make it up to you tomorrow, but please don't tell Vincent about this. I beg you." Damian glared at her, his expression one of contemplation.

"You would have to do better than make promises." He taunted, then fixed his collar and exited her suite. A sudden mixed feeling dawned on Sarah, forcing vomit to spill from her mouth and all over the floor.

Rafael wasn't saved from the splash of the vomit.