"Damien?!" Mystique called with uncertainty in her voice and her breath immediately got caught in her throat and when the person before her took off his hoodie from his head, finally revealing his identity, Mystique nearly lost her balance but she held herself steady with the couch.
Then she burst out laughing at her misfortune as tears gathered in her eyes and her heart pound faster than it had ever done before. She immediately placed a hand over her chest and clenched tightly.
"Are you alright?" Damien asked worriedly taking a step forward but Mystique held her palm out, stopping him on his tracks.
"Shut up, you are just another one of my nightmares, just my imagination again" she uttered to herself with her eyes shut tightly.
"But Mama, you are not dreaming," Dean said as he ran to Damien, slipping through her hands who tried to catch him.
"Dean, come back here. That's not you
Unconsciously she smiled as a warm sensation raced through her. Still, with her eyes closed, she held the soft pillow tightly but instead of softness, she was met with a hard yet soft and warm surface.Since when did her pillow become this hard yet so warm and comfortable. Unconsciously, her hands moved on their own, tracing everywhere just to make sure it was her pillow."Keep touching me and you'll regret it" a deep husky voice rang in her ears and her eyes jerk opened and instantly met the orbs of her husband of almost a year now.Mystique consciously smiled as she moved closer to that warmth that was raging from the other person. "Good morning" she uttered in a low soft tone as she slowly shut her eyes but the other person didn't buy it as he suddenly hovered over her which made Mystique open her eyes. "What," she asked lazily with fluttering eyes."I want you!" Damien burst out gazing down
Okay, first of all, I wanna thank everyone for reading my book, especially those who have been extra patient with me through out. A special shout out to everyone, thank you, thank you thank you. I love you guys so much because you made me realize I have some talent in writing (even though it's little) I wanna thank everyone again for being patient with me, for reading and looking pass my errors because I swore they would be many. You all have been so supporting to the point I couldn't bare to leave this story half way even if I wanted to at first. Thanks again for your votes, your reads, your comments, your support and patience because I really really appreciate the effort and time you took in reading this book. So, this is where we depart. Hope to see you again in my other stories.
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The first thing Mystique witnessed while walking into the club with her friend Bell, was the full blast of music, loud enough to deafen her sensitive ears. Now, Mystique remembered why she hated clubbing. First was the loud music, the second was the crowd, drunken people grinding against each other, the smell of alcohol, vomit, and sweat. Mystique clearly remembered the last time she went to a club, she was nearly drugged. If it hadn't been for that stranger that helped her that night, only the heavens knew what would have happened to her. She would have been raped or worse, killed in a dark ally. She also remembered who dragged her to the club and left her all alone and drugged. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought of that cruel person. Mystique was just the average girl, she wasn't tall, wasn't s
Mystique groaned as the morning sun pierced her eyes through the curtains, making it difficult to sleep peacefully. Turning on her side, she put the covers over her bare shoulders as a wandering smile took over her features. She couldn't remember the last time she slept this undisturbed with no nightmares. Deciding that she wasn't gonna sleep any longer, Mystique turned again, facing the ceiling as she slowly fluttered her eyes opened, only to come face to face with unfamiliarity. She stared blankly at the white ceiling as she tried to process what just happened but only succeed in inviting a headache as a painful moan left her mouth. She slowly sat upright, bringing a hand up to massage her pounding temple. Suddenly, her orbs went wide as flashbacks of the previous night's events came rushing back to her head. With a panic gasp, she held the bedsheets higher to her naked chest, her back hitting the bedstand as another painful groan came
"So, you mean to tell me the guy you had a one-night stand with gave you this cheque?" Bell asked for the hundredth time as she stared abruptly at the piece of paper in her hand, making Mystique roll her eyes dramatically. "He is paying me for the sex and I don't want that" Mystique sighed as she massaged her temple. Suddenly, a bulb lit up in Bell's brain. "We could use this for your uncle's surgery" Mystique immediately took the cheque from her. How could she use such money? "No, I can't and I would not. Am gonna find this guy and return his stupid cheque. I mean, what does he thinks of me. Some whore he can pay for sex. I won't allow him to treat me that way!" Bell stared at her friend, who was ranting. Sighing, she placed her elbow on the table before them with her fingers to her chin."Do you even know the name of this guy?" He finally asked when Mystique stopped blabbering. "Or where to
Mystique stared gaped at the man, completely unaware of the many eyes watching the two encounter. She blinked, how could she forget such a face. Those dark, cloudless orbs, that dark black hair, that straight pointed nose, those Sharp jawlines, those tempting lips, that bold, firm frame, those muscled arms that once had her caged for a night, that daring gaze. She gulped. Even if her memories had been wiped out, that face would still be printed on her mind. "What do you seek in here?" The coldness in his voice was what snapped Mystique back to reality as she raised an eyebrow, showing she didn't catch what the other man had said. "Sorry, come again?" Mystique grilled and the man rolled his eyes, installing his hands into his pockets. His face holding no emotions, his eyes cloaked with frost and searing. Mystique gulped again. Maybe this wasn't the man she met at t
"You met Damien Martinez!!!” Bell vociferated, standing up from where she was sitting on the kitchen counter in their little apartment, they had been sharing since they met, as soon as Mystique told her little encounter with the bastard. Mystique frowned “Not so loud Isabelle” sometimes she wondered why she told the idiot anything. Bell unanticipatedly moved closer to the other. “Tell me, how does he look?” “Why would I want to tell you such information, if you had gone in with me, you would have seen the asshole for yourself” Bell pouted as she playfully poked Mystique's arm. “I thought you understand misty” “Let me be Bell, let me think of how to return that bastard’s money” Mystique rested her cheeks on the back of her palm while her elbow was placed on the kitchen counter. “He told you not to return it” “And Yo