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 Damian's voice it took me a while longer to figure out who he was talking to. I slowly opened the door of my bedroom and i could see them in the living room. It was the woman from the gala, Naya.
"What do you want from me Naya? What is it?" of course he brought her back here to scorn me.
Damian was now standing inches away from her, his hands in his pockets, he looked tired and drunk also. They were both drunk.
"I want you to be the guy that gives a fuck dammit" Naya shouted back now clearly tears streaming down her face like a downfall "Do you still have feelings for me?or have you moved on to her, she is young too and shiny."
I imagined Naya was his ex or something but now I was sure she was.
"Naya I can't do this, not here, not right now."
"Do you? Are you bringing all this women just to hurt me is that it Damian?"
"You know, I.."
"Say something Damian, don't just stand there."
"I'm not just thinking of how to answer you because am tired of this roller-coaster."
"Why don't you try the truth?" Naya shouted back. The conversation felt personal and i wanted to go back to my room and give them space but my legs couldn't move.
"You left me Damian, you left us without saying anything, you just dissappeared like we didn't exist and you started a whole different life here like I meant nothing."
"Is that why you decided to marry my father Naya!? Because you loved me so much?"
I almost made noise completely shocked by what I had just heard. Naya indeed was his step mom, but she was also his ex girlfriend who didn't really seem like an ex."
"I was devastated after I lost our baby and you were not there, I came here to find you, find out what happened but you were married. You can't fault me for all of it. I love you Damian, i always have. Do you even love her?"
Damian was about to answer her when I sneezed and they both looked up at me. Naya immediately picked up her bag and rushed out without looking back. I slowly went back to my bed as i heard Damian come up the stairs.
I expected him to go to his room, but he stood at my door for what felt like eternity, as if deciding whether to come in. He finally pushed open the door and came in closing the door behind him he sat on the floor in silence.
I sat up staring at the broken shell of a man that couldn't meet my eyes, i found myself feeling sorry for him. Even after everything, somehow I still saw him as a human. If am being honest i also felt like it was partly my fault, he clearly had a life, a woman he loved and had a life with. How hard it must have been for him to be forced to marry me.
I wanted to ask him about her, about Naya. But it didn't seem like the perfect time, he looked weak, helpless broken even, and i just wished i could help him feel better. In that moment that's all I cared about.
Staring at him, a small frown on his face as he bowed down in shame, i could hardly believe my eyes. I never knew the mighty Damian Spears could turn into this guy in front of me, crumble into this.
I got out of bed and joined him on the floor as i sat next to him.
Reaching out i cupped his face in my hands and lifted his head to catch my eyes. Staring down at him, into the dark pools of his green eyes that i found myself getting lost in. I struggled to swallow the lump in my throat. Hesitantly leaning towards him, my breath hitched in my throat as i held his eyes.
"Hope" he grumpled in a low tone, his chest rumbling against mine. "what are you doing?"
"I have no idea," i whispered back honestly allowing my body to lead me, follow my instincts without overthinking. Pulling his face closer to mine, i pressed my forehead against his "i just want to make you feel better" I said slowly.
When his eyes fluttered closed, and he angled his head up, his lips parting in anticipation, my heart melted.
"Are you sure this is a good idea Hope?" he whispered gently nibbling on my bottom lip. When it stung, he was quick to soothe it with a wet swipe of his tongue very quickly followed by a sucking motion which extended to my tongue.
"No" i shook my head, a soft smile grazing my lips which proved to be quite difficult with all the kisses he pressed against my lips.
"But i want you "
"You have me, however much you want, all of me, half of me, all of me, just part of me, you can have whatever you want" pressing his chest against mine, i felt him everywhere and i mean everywhere.
His arms were wrapped around me like a blanket. His lips pressed against mine skillfully, his bulge in his jeans pressed against me and i could feel how hard he was.
“I want all of you” i whispered against his lips, my fingers bunching up the bottom of his shirt, desperate for the feel of his naked skin against mine.
“Right now?” he grinned teasingly. Any other moment i would have been frustrated that he was messing with me, but right now i was just glad he was feeling better enough to tease.
“Damian i have no time for your games “ i said as i unzipped his jeans sticking my hand down his boxers, at the feel of his thick cock pulsing in my hand, i couldn't help but moan into his mouth.
“oh! I think you do” He chuckled and pressed one more kiss before lifting me off the bed and placed me on the ground.
“what are you doing?” i asked as i stared up at him unable to resist licking the seam of my lip where the tangy test of him lingeted. Ow, how i wanted to go in for a second taste, but with the way he was looking at me right now. I wanted much more than just a taste. I wanted all of him.
“I’m giving you what you want.” as if he could read my mind Damian then leaned in to press one more kiss on my mouth before he swivelled me around. I couldn't help but giggle with anticipation. I allowed him to take charge of my body, to guide my hands to rest on the bed in front of us as he pushed me down.
Instead of shivering at the cold of my body pressed against the cool of the bedroom floors, i merely wiggled my bottom in hopes of pushing him off the edge faster. I was so glad i was only wearing his T shirt and nothing more.
He bent his knees, grasped his cock by the base and started playfully slapping it against my wet pussylips which clenched. I desperation for him
He finally pushed his hips forward entering me in one swift motion
"Damian" i couldn't help but moan his name as he entered me all the way up to the hilt,his heavy balls slapping against the curve of my ass with each powerful thrust.
"You like that Hope?" he moaned into the crook of my neck, sucking, biting the skin there as he assaulted my pussy like the hungry beast he was.
"I do" i couldn't help but moan as i leaned forward on the counter, allowing me some room to meet him thrust for thrust. "I really really like that."
"You like my cock?" he grunted, one hand gripping my hips tightly while the other roamed my front freely, taking turns to pinch into both my nipples.
"I love your cock" i moaned wantonly, now forced into my toes as he hammered into me from behind.
"Not as much as i love your pussy Hope" Damian grunted into my ears as his hips slapped into my ass with each thrust inside of me.
"i am not going to last long if you continue like this" i admitted as my eyes rolled to the back of my head unable to handle the unimaginable pleasure that he and his monstrous cock was giving me right now. Hitting me in all the right spots, spots i didn't even know existed
"Like this" he chuckled, giving my boobs one last squeeze before it traveled down my stomach to pinch my throbbing clit, pressing down hard. My lips parted in a slinet moan as he rubbed my clit all through my orgasm, his hard thrusts further drawing it out longer.
"Yes" i whispered as he continued thrusting into me deeper, harder and faster than before as he chased his own release.
"Your pussy feels so good Hope, like it was meant just for me," he whispered the dirty words into my ear as he pounded into me, his cock jerking until one final thrust, he pushed into me deeper and harder than before, shooting his milky cum as far up as he could painting my pussy walls white. Allowing me to feel every pulsing vein, i was very quick to follow him in a second orgasm.
These time when i came, it was around his cock.
We then took it to the shower where i sucked him off and to reward me he let me ride him until i couldn't anymore. He then flipped me over, the bond between us was fragile, his lips wrapped around my nipples, his cheeks hollowing slowly, his seduction subdued, it felt so good i gasped and arched into his hands. He carressed my side from breast to hip and back again over and over. My heart raced wildly.
He kissed across my chest, to the other breast his tongues lapsed at the hardened point, before surrounding it with heat suction. My body was already lost in him once again. He kissed my navel, and then moved lower, his hair caressing my stomach as he settled between my legs. He held me open with shaking hands and nuzzzles my clit. His light teasing licks through my cleft and the fluttering dips into my trembling sex took me to the edge.
Tension spread through my body, tightening everything until I felt like i might snap under the pressure. And then he pushed me into orgasm with the softest nudge of the tip of his tongue.
I cried out, heated relief pulsing through my writhing body.
He took himself in hand and fed his cock slowly, carefully into me, my head pressed hard into the floor as he sank deeper. Possessing my body one thick inch at a time.
The rhythmatic strokes of his heavy cock through the clenching depths of my pussy pushed ecstasy through me in heated waves. He felt so good. He lured me to orgasm with the skilled rolling of his hips, stirring his cock inside me. My pussy clenched tightly, trying to hold him to hold on, keep him deep in me.
I bit his shoulder to stem my criesas i shook beneath him. The tiny muscles inside of me trembling. He groaned deep in his chest, a a serrated sound of tormented pleasure, he explodes in a powerful rush
“Fuck Hope. ”
I looked up at him and he was in tears, he wrapped himself around me. He took me back down to the floor where he buried his face in my throat and cried.
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
Hope. I struggled underneath the layers of fog surrounding my head. I murmured a low protest when i opened my eyes. Awareness was not what i sought. The blanket of dark, of oblivion, was what I wanted. There was nothing for me in wakefulness. My life was one black hole of nothingness. My name was all that lingered in the confusing layers of my mind. Hope. I searched for more. Answers i needed to questions that swarmed me every time i wakened. My past lay like a great barren landscape before me. The answers dangled beyond me, taunting me and escaping before i could reach out and take hold. I turned my head on the thin pillow, fully intending to slip back into the void of sleep when a firm hand grasped mine. Fear scurried up my spine until i remembered that i was safe and in a hospital. Still,i yanked my hand away as my chest rose and fell with my quick breaths. “You must not go back to sleep, beautiful . Not yet.” The man’s voice slid across my skin, leaving warmth in its wake.
Damian I stood in the darkened room and watched as Hope slept. The strain of the frown i was wearing inserted a dull ache in my temples. Her chest rose and fell with her slight breaths, and even in sleep, tension furrowed her brow. I moved closer and touched my fingers to her forehead, smoothing them across the pale skin. She was as lovely as ever, even in her weakened state. Raven curls lay haphazardly against the pillow. I took one between my fingers and moved it from her forehead. It was longer now, no longer the shorter cap of curls that had flown about her head as she laughed or smiled. Her skin had lost its previous glow, but i knew restoring her health would bring it back. Her eyes had been dull, frightened, but I remembered well the brilliant blue sparkle, how enchanting she looked when she was happy. I cursed and moved away from the bed. It had all been a ruse. She hadn’t ever been happy. Truly happy. It seemed I had been incapable of making her so. All the time we were