AMELIAI drove Damian back home, and my mind was conflicted with thoughts. Did he fight Noah because he insulted me? Initially, I believed it was because of a business deal or something. But the anger in Damian’s eyes when he told me what caused the misunderstanding couldn’t be ignored. I wanted to pretend that it didn’t mean anything to me. That defending me in front of Noah was just his usual job as my fake husband. But it was more than that. He’d put his reputation on the line because of me. He’d dropped his usual unbothered act to defend me, which meant a lot to me. “I’m sorry you had to get into that fight with Noah,” I said as we walked into the sitting room. He didn’t look bad, unlike Noah. But he was fuming. “I thought you fought him because of a business deal. He deserved what he got.”“I would never stoop so low to confront him over a business deal. I’m far superior to him, and I would never lose an offer to him.” “That’s true,” I sighed, feeling completely awkward. I was
AMELIAFor almost a whole week after the house party, I was still a major news item in the entertainment section of magazines, newspapers, and blogs. There were talks and speculations on when and if ever I was going to host another party, and if so, who was going to be on the invitation list.I didn't want to pander to the public's wishes, not really. Still, after lazying about mostly at home with nothing to do and remembering how very in my element I was while preparing for the house party, I decided to host another one. But this time, I would take it further, and it would be a big party.A color-themed party was what I opted for, and I began preparations right away. Thankfully, Damian's sprawling mansion had enough space to accommodate any other would-be party crashers. How easy it was for me to organize everything still amazed me."I think you're a natural at organizing events, Ms. Donovan," said the foreign chef I had hired when she and her assistants stepped into the grounds and
NOAHI lengthened my strides, and got into the car and zoomed off before Lucy could think of doing something stupid like following me. Just before I drove past the house, I heard her yell something about me being too drunk to drive.I supposed I was, but I didn't give a damn. I drove with the car windows all wide open to help clear my head. Amelia's party was held at an event center I had been to for a business luncheon, but it was hard to recognize it as the same place. The decorations she had put up for the event had changed the whole outlook of the place. The parking lot was full of cars and I was barely able to find a parking spot. I slammed the car door and stomped towards the entrance. The bouncer recognized me at once and hestitantly allowed me to go in. Lucy was wrong after all. I was not getting thrown out. I was bigger and better than that imposter, Damian. My name and face would get me through any door.The number of cars outside had told the right tale of attendance at t
AMELIA"I'm sorry," I muttered and pulled away.Damian nodded politely but said nothing. I felt my face flush in shame. Damn! I was such a fool. What had I been thinking, attempting to kiss Damian? He had made it quite clear that he wanted no form of physical intimacy with me. Why couldn't I reason or act responsibly around him? It was just that he had sounded so kind, so sincere, and pissed at what Noah had done that I had allowed myself to imagine that we were about to have something romantic. Damian looked everywhere in the room but not at me. I felt annoyed at myself for causing him this much embarrassment. No doubt, from now on, he would be extremely wary of coming close to me whenever I was in an emotionally vulnerable state.I clambered off the bed, wanting to get as far away from him as possible so I could stew in my shame. Then I just stood there as I recalled being in my room. Maybe I could escape to another part of the house. Damian sensed my distress. He got off the bed
DAMIANWith a tired grunt, I pushed the laptop away as my phone rang. The call was from Amelia. I frowned. Why was she calling? Wasn't she in the house? Glancing at the time, I concluded that she had to be indoors as it was very late. Was she calling about the Noah incident again? Maybe she needed me around to talk her out of her mood. Shame that I couldn't comfort her better."Amelia?" I said into the phone.There was no answer for a moment, and I thought she had accidentally dialed my number. Then, I heard the sound of a car zooming past. A scream followed this in a voice I instantly recognized as Amelia's. The scream had me sitting ramrod straight."Amelia?" I called, clenching the phone tightly, worry and panic trying to swamp me. "Amelia, what is going on?"And then I heard something that sent a chill up my spine.A male voice spoke in a low growl, "Stop screaming. You can't get away. Screaming will only make it tough for you.""Please. Please. Let me go. I beg you. You don't wan
AMELIA"Hi," Damian said tentatively as he walked into the living room."Hello," I said, hurrying and making space for him on the couch.He chose the couch farthest from me, and I fought the brief flare of annoyance. I understood him better now. He had endured my hug last night, but it would take him much more than twelve hours, maybe even a lifetime, to heal from his mental and emotional scars."How do you feel?" he asked quietly as his eyes roved over my face and body. "Better. Much better."And I actually was. After forcing down some food and taking some painkillers last night, the aches in my body had reduced and were almost non-existent now. An ice pack had helped reduce the swelling on my face. All the evidence of last night was my slightly bruised lips and tiny cuts, which I was sure makeup could cover."I can see that." He nodded in satisfaction. "Slept, okay?"I shrugged. I had a restless night. My mind had replayed last night's incident in my sleep, and I had had a nightma
AMELIA"And what the hell do you think you are doing?" I yelled as the salesman handed Lucy a pen to sign the papers.He looked up in surprise. "As you can see, I'm attending to a customer. So just hold on, and I will be right with you after I'm done attending to her."He came to stand beside Lucy and pointed at a dotted line on which she would sign."Oh no, you don't!" I hissed. I stalked forward, snatched the documents away, and flung it to the floor.Lucy sprang to her feet immediately. "What the hell are you playing at, Amelia? Why are you aggressive?”I ignored her and addressed the salesman."You will attend to me at once. I will not tolerate disrespect from you or anyone for that matter."The salesman began to turn red in the face. He pointed towards the exit. "Lady, I think you have to leave. You're causing a scene."Lucy laughed long and loud, cackling like a witch."You heard him," she smirked and inspected her painted nails. "Beat it. Obviously, this establishment is for a b
AMELIAI was bored out of my mind. Leaving with Damian was like living alone. I could barely notice his presence, and even when I did, all I received was a grunt. He was just impossible to bond with. I left my room for like the tenth time that morning and wandered around the mansion. With nothing to do and nowhere to go, the only option left was to laze about the house, sleeping or eating perhaps and doing absolutely nothing, which I most definitely did not intend to do.And so, at a few minutes past noon, I took a stroll on the streets close to where I lived. I absorbed the sound of traffic and the sight of people hurrying, going about their business.The sun was high in the sky but not overly hot. I had decided not to take the car because staying in its air-conditioned comfort sort of separated me from the rest of the world, and today, I craved that feeling of inclusivity more than anything else.And then I spotted a small cafe. There was something quaint about it, something that a