Hope.
This was the second night here and I still felt like a stranger. Damian had not yet returned since the previous night. I should be happy but some part of me resented him even more.
I watched as Alba unpacked the bags that came in today, arranging my clothes, color coordinating them.
"I noticed Damian's clothes are not there." i said it more of a statement than question. I didn’t even realize I had been loud enough.
"That's because this is your room, his room is the next door." She said.
I got up and slowly walked to the closet looking around.
"Oh, I just assumed we were going to share a room." my voice came out disspointed more than I intended it to be.
"He said you needed your own space.i assumed he had talked to you aboutit."
"No he didn't." i said looking around the closet and all my clothes were neatly arranged and there were other new stuff I could not recognize, before I could ask, as if sensing Alba spoke up.
“Your husband bought those for you; he said you would like them.” She said before she brought a gown, a red dress and laid it on the table, “he said you should wear this tonight.”
I examined the gown; it was a beautiful red dress and seemed to be exactly my size, “what’s tonight?” I asked touching the soft fabric of the neatly laid out dress.
“His father is handing the company to him, there would be a ceremony and it will be filled with all the most important business men in newyork.” Alba said almost proudly. I could see her smiling.
“How long have you worked for the Spears family?” I asked her walking to the shoe section.
“Since he was little, I was his nanny.” Alba said again smiling, there was a moment of silence for a while and then she spoke up again, “such a good boy, he was always my favorite, so kind unlike his younger brother.”
I laughed out sarcastically when I heard kind, kind is not a word you use to describe Damian spears, Alba looked at me and her expression changed and I immediately stopped laughing.
“He is a good man, Hope. He has been through a lot and he may seem like his father and brother but he is nothing like them, he spent all his life trying not to be like them. He cares about you, you know.” She said it more of a question than a statement.
I chose to ignore it, instead I picked a pair of red bottoms and laid them next to the dress, “didn’t you ever want to leave them, the Spears family I mean.” I said walking back to the pulse section.
“I wanted to leave, but I made a promise to madam to look out for them, they needed me so I stayed and when they were older enough I tried to leave but Damian hired me to manage his house.”
“Who is madam?” I said and immediately realized I was asking too many questions when I felt her tense up.
“We never talk about her, am sorry i have said too much. I have to go now and start on dinner.” Alba suddenly said and left without saying another word.
I picked up the dress again and walked with it to the mirror holding it up against my body. It was a beautiful dress.
“Are you settling in okay?” I heard his voice from the doorway and quickly turned around and there he was leaning by the door in a pair of grey sweats and loosely hanging white tshirt. The man looked good in anything, he could be wearing rags and he would still look sexy. He also had the ability to creep up on anyone without noticing.
“I don’t need you buying me clothes, I can buy my own clothes and shoes Damian.” I said walking back to the bed putting the dress down.
“I know you can, but I wanted to buy that particular dress for you. You will look stunning in it.” He said matter of factly, “did alba tell you about the gala tonight, I will be introducing you to the world for the first time as my wife.”
“Oooh, you don’t say. So you are finally ready to give up your bachelor title for me? How sweet of you my darling husband.” I said teasing and mocking him and he smiled at me. The first real smile I have ever seen from him. He had a beautiful smile; he should smile more, but just like how it had appeared unexpectedly it disappeared.
He studied me for a while and his whole physique changed, he seemed dull now. I thought he was going to walk away but he walked towards me making me nervous, he didn't stop until our bodies were basically touching, “We all have our parts to play in this game Hope, am just playing mine.” He said before taking a strand of hair from my face, his touch no matter how little felt like electricity against my skin that sent Shockwave to my entire body. He then leaned in and kissed me on the forehead before he walked away with his hands in his pockets leaving me standing there.
I sat back down on the bed and took out my phone and dialed my sisters number, she had given me her new number at the airport. Okay not given me, I had found a crumpled piece of paper inside my jacket pocket. Her number was scribbled there, she must have dropped it there when she hugged me. She picked up on the fourth ring.
"Hello,hello,hellooooo" I heard her voice.
I couldn’t bring myself to say anything so instead I just hang up and lay backwards and cried myself to sleep. I was all alone; I had no friends no family. This was no way to live I thought as sleep carried me off.
Hope. I don't remember much about what happened after we arrived at the gala. Camera flashes burst around us like fireworks as we walked the length of the press gauntlet. Everyone was asking who the mystery woman on Damian's arm was and i was feeling so overwhelmed i just wanted to get away. But I guess this was part of the job, my job now. The moment we crossed over into the building someone called him giving me a chance to go to the ladies room to freshen up. My anxiety was kicking in and I being mostly socially arkward. I didn't like being around this many people. I thought about hiding out in the bathrooms until the whole thing was over, but who was I kidding? Damian would have his men hunt me down in a matter of minutes. I quickly touched up my lipstick and eyeliner and walked out ready to fake smile for the million people who wanted a picture. I spotted Damian on the other side of the room still talking to his colleagues, i walked over to the bar and was about to ask for a
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 diamon
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