Hope.
After spending over four hours this afternoon getting myself ready for this gala, the nerves were starting to come in now. I looked different, so different I was having a hard time recognizing myself in the mirror I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time as Alba fixed my hair.
“You look stunning Miss Hope, you look like a princess.” She said smiling. She reminded me of my mother so much. I hadn’t realized how much I missed my mother until I met Alba. Which explains why I liked her.
“Thank you Alba.” I said smiling turning around to see the back of the dress. It was backless so I was wearing it braless. With my hair held up in a bun, it left room for my neck to shine.
“Damian said you should wear this tonight.” she said holding up diamond earrings and a matching necklace to my skin.
“I can’t possibly wear that.” I said looking at the pure diamonds in complete awe. “ they are so beautiful.” I said taking them from her hands. I have never held real diamonds in my hands before leave alone wear them.
“They are going to look so beautiful on you, they compliment your skin.” She was about to help me put them on when I saw a reflection of him in the mirror.
“Alba thank you, but I will take it from here.” He said taking the diamonds from her hands. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a red pocket handkerchief that matched my dress. The man could wear anything and look good as hell.
“You look lovely.” Damian said stepping behind me as soon as Alba left the room. I could feel his cock against my butt. My body immediately reacted to his presence and suddenly I felt like the temperatures had gone up.
“I look more like Mrs. Damian in this dress don’t i?” I asked with a grin playfully moving a little bit to the side to show him how much skin I was showing. Even I had to admit I looked like those women from TV and magazines that I ridicule so much
“Yes you do, but not as beautiful as the very first day I laid eyes on you, you were stunning Hope.” He said touching my stomach caressing softly, and for the first time I saw a real glint of playfulness in his eyes I had never seen before, he seemed to be having fun so I decided to play along for a little bit longer.
“Do you remember, I was there with that prince,” I said touching his hand playfully with my ring finger.
“No, I was the prince, you were there alone standing by the water fountain almost all night. And I walked over to you and asked you, do you work here?” he said his grin getting bigger. His hands started going up until one was now firmly holding my breast and he leaned in closer to my neck and started kissing my neck and ear lobe.
“I said, do I look like I work here?” I said trying to keep a straight face ignoring the millions fireworks he was causing in my body.
“And then I said you are too beautiful to be working here.” He said before he slowly lifted my dress and his hand was on my bare stomach "Now that is much better than saying we signed contracts by our parents forcefully, isn't it mi a or?".
"Yeah it is." i said trying to hold a straight face.
Before I knew it he had his finger inside me while kissing me profusely. I couldn’t hold myself anymore I leaned forward and held on to the mirror trying my best not to scream with pleasure. I was about to explode when he withdrew his fingers and kneeled down in front of me holding me up against the mirror and he started going down on me. I thought I had felt pleasure and torture at the same time but it was different. He bit my clit giving me a little tingliness before he inserted a finger inside my opening while still playing with my clit. His other hand was pinching my nipple twisting it and the feeling felt like heaven.
“Don’t stop, am Cumming, am Cumming.” I yelled and on cue his motions fastened and I couldn’t take it anymore I finally came in his mouth and immediately shame overcame me. He stood up and removed his red pocket handkerchief and wiped his mouth smiling before he told me in the sexiest voice I had ever heard him use on me, “You have the sweetest cunt I have ever tasted.” And my heart melted in my stomach. “Now get yourself ready we are leaving in a few minutes.” And with that he left the room. And suddenly the Damian I knew, the cold man with no emotions was back. I quickly fixed my dress and hair in the mirror before picking up my pulse and heading out to the voyeur where the limo was waiting for us.
Only him had the ability to make you feel like you own the world in one minute and take it all away in another leaving you feeling empty and useless. But I couldn’t focus on my emotions, not tonight . if there is something I have leant in the past five years is to put my emotions away and focus on the bigger picture. I quickly picked up my pulse and walked outside to where the limo was waiting.
Marco the driver opened the door slowly for me, I got in and Damian was not in there already. I took out my mirror to fix my make up one last time before he joined me, when I heard him arguing with one of the security men.
“What’s that all about?” I asked the driver leaning forward so that I could still see who exactly Damian was arguing with.
“I can’t really say.” Marco said avoiding eye contact with me; Marco had slowly become one of the security men that I actually liked. He always made me not feel so alone.
“come on, I thought we had a special bond, you don’t have to tell me anything that will put your job in jeopardy I just need to know why he is so rattled up, he seemed fine a few minutes ago until he received a phone call and his whole demeanor changed.”
“Am not supposed to tell you this but your sister stopped by,” the moment he mentioned Lola my whole body went cold, and I could feel fear oozing through. I quickly tried to keep a straight face as he went on about how mad Damian was, why was she visiting me? I still didn't know if I wanted her in my life yet. But I couldn't focus my attention and thoughts on Lola right now, not tonight. I needed all the strength to deal with the gala.
Hope. The whole ride to the party was silent, Damian still seemed in deep thoughts and moody as ever. He spent the whole ride in his phone and making different phone calls and from what I could tell, they all were business related. My sister's visit had really rattled him, which was weird to me. But it didn’t help that he had no interest in talking to me either, we were back to our normal routine, where he ignored my entire existence, normally I wouldn’t mind but today considering the fact that his fingers were literally inside me a few minutes ago I was a little offended. “Hey are you okay? Is everything alright?” I finally asked when the limo pulled up and the driver signaled to us that we were there. He looked at me with his usual blank stare without saying anything then went back to looking at his phone. “This is getting old even for you Damian, you can’t play this hot and cold game with me anymore, a few minutes ago your head was buried deep inside me and now you are not even
Hope. It was almost past midnight. Damian had called Alba an hour ago and said he wouldn't be coming home tonight, again. I didn't ask questions i figured he was spending the night with the blonde, Naya from the party earlier. I couldn’t sleep for some reason, on this particular lonely night it had me thinking about what my life would have been like if my father hadn't sold me out to the Spears family. If instead of me, they would have taken my sister Lola as it was supposed to be. He But I thought about Lola, how scared she must have been, pregnant considering how strict our father was. Atleast something sensible and good came out of all of it, Kyla. She was beautiful. And I wanted to get to know her, she was innocent in all this. Maybe I could also give my sister a chance, i didn't even know who got her pregnant, who kyla's father was. I don't know how long I laid there before I drifted off to sleep. I woke up to loud noises clearly coming from downstairs..i could hear Damia
Hope. Damian sat across from me with a huge grin on his face, chomping on a piece of sausage. I tore my bread into pieces and glared at him. He was gloating. Fucking gloating. The broken she'll of a man from Las night was gone if my inner thighs weren't swollen I would have thought I imagined the whole thing. He was back to being the smug arrogant man he was, acting like a few hours ago he wasn’t buried deep inside me. “I hate you.” i hissed more so to myself given that I didn't think he would have heard me. I hated myself more. How could I have done what I did? How in hell had I enjoyed it, having sex with him? He had made me cum three times. Three times! I had felt… Fuck, what had I felt for him? The man had made me cum, that was all. Any feelings were physical. Sexual. “You liked me just fine a little while ago.” He bit into a piece of Nutella smeared toast, a little of the chocolate paste sticking to the side of his mouth. He wiped it with his thumb then made a show of l
Hope. It was my turn to shrug a shoulder and, needing to break eye contact, I leaned down to pick up a few pieces of the bread I’d inadvertently scattered. “Leave it. Alba will clean it up.” I shook my head, feeling tears building, refusing to let him see. “Leave it, Hope. When I’m talking to you, I expect your undivided attention.” I snorted, wiping my face, angry again. I faced him. “You expect so many things. Maybe what you need to do is check those expectations. You are less likely to be disappointed then.” His eyes narrowed, and his chest heaved as he took a deep breath in. “Am I irritating you, Damian? Because you know what’s irritating me? Your stuff drying on my skin,” I said through clenched teeth. I stood so fast, I knocked the chair over behind me. “You have told me your rules. Well, fine. I have just one of my own. Leave. Me. Alone!” I turned on my heel to march off. “Sit back down,” he hissed. “Now.” “Fuck. You. I’m going to take a shower.” I heard his chair scr
Hope. I woke up lazily taking in my surroundings; I was still in the couch. This is the third time this week I have woken up in the living room. I looked at my wrist watch, ten o’clock. Then it all started coming back to me the events of last night, I stayed up late waiting for ace to come home but just like the previous two days I fell asleep still waiting. I slowly got up and headed up the stairs to my room, I went straight to the window, and his car was not in the driveway I quickly picked up my phone from where I had thrown it last night out of disappointments, it was still empty no call or text from him. “Can you get the car ready?” I asked Marco as soon as I saw him. “You are not allowed to leave the premises ma’am, for your own safety of course.” He said politely with a smile. “I am going to see my husband Marco, am assuming something bad has happened to him that is why I haven’t heard or seen him in the past three days. So get the car ready Marco we are going to his office.
Six weeks later. Hope. I tried to open my eyes, but my head was heavy and my whole body was in pain. I looked around the walls were all clear white and it smelled like drugs. I looked around me and saw a nurse standing by my bed with a pen and pad on her hand. “Welcome back, we thought we were losing you.” the strange woman in a white apron said with a smile checking my vitals. “Where exactly am I? What happened?” I asked trying to sit up but the pain was unbearable I lay bck down. “You are in grace memorial hospital, the doctor is going to tell you everything” she said and as if on cue an older man in a white lab coat stepped forward. “Why am in a hospital and why can’t I feel my legs?” I asked them both getting confused. “You were in an accident Hope about a month ago.” The doctor stated, “Whaaat? a month?” I almost yelled completely in shock. “It was pretty bad, the driver died on the spot but you survived, barely.” The doctors said. But I couldn’t remember anything at a
Chapter 12. Damian. “How is she doing?” I finally asked the doctor s soon as he joined me in his office. “She is still the same, she doesn’t remember anything that happened and with the kind of trauma she underwent she might not remember for a while. Her brain shut down and in order for her to regain her memories she will have to relive everything she went through and that might send her back into shock mode so in her case it’s advisable she doesn’t know the full details of what happened to her at lest not right now.” “And when can I take her home?” “I don’t think it’s a good idea to have her discharged she is still unstable.” “I know doc, but being who I am, I have a lot of enemies and probably the people who took her are still after her, she is not safe in this hospital I need her back in the house where she is under heavy security, I can have a nurse come stay with her until she is out of the woods.” “That could, work and it could help with her being in a familiar environmen
Damian. “Her physical condition is satisfactory,” the doctor informed me. “However, it is her emotional state that concerns me.” I simmered impatiently as i waited for the physician to complete his report. I remembered the moment I had received the news about Hope being in the hospital. I was home watching TV when the news came in about the kidnapped wife of the billionaire. At first I thought I was seeing things. I had used all the resources at my disposal to try and find her. But nothing came up. I had driven straight to the hospital in my pajamas and demanded answers. I had walked onto the floor where Hope was being treated. The only statement that I had said was she is my wife and I was immediately shown to her room. I had ordered for her to be transferred to a more secure private room. With the news of her being found, any of my enemies could make the hospital the target. I had ordered a specialist to look at her and came to the hospital everyday, sometimes sleeping ther