Chapter 9 - The Almost Reveal

Cassie

Damian made everything feel easy, easy enough for me to forget I wasn't supposed to be doing this. This was supposed to be a one time thing but I couldn't seem to just let go. He is too dangerous for me, I doubt I'll be able to recover from this; this was becoming more, I shouldn't want more but I can't seem to help it.

"You're quiet."

His voice pulled me from my thoughts, I shake my head trying to drown out the thoughts.

"It's nothing serious, just-" I shrug lightly "Back in New York was umm just different but here everything seems amazing, easy, I love it here."

I like being here with you, but I just couldn't say that out loud.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." his expression mirrored mine.

Damian's POV

"I-I spent so much time working and doing what everyone expected, I mean love my job don't get me wrong but everything else was just I don't really know." she sighed.

"Why Ibiza though?" I really wanted to know more than surface level from her.

"I guess I wanted one reckless thing."

"Careful." I tease.

She raised her eyebrows "Why is that?"

"You might get addicted." I add lightly.

"To recklessness." she laughs.

"I'm already a bad influence on you, don't you think?" I say warily.

"Somehow you don't strike me as someone who's reckless." she stares intently at me.

"No?" i search her face for any reaction.

"How do I seem to you then."

"I'm not really sure, sometimes you are this way and the next your not really, I can't seem to place a finger on it."

She held my gaze for a moment longer, she really was sensitive and smart, I'll her that. She was drawing circles with her index finger on the table, something I've come to notice she does when she is anxious or tensed.

"Are you Italian, cause you do look Italian?"

I smile widely, I knew she had being meaning to ask me that question for a while.

"I'm Italian." 

"I knew it." she smiles to herself like she just solved a puzzle.

"But I'm also German." 

"My mum is German and my Dad is Italian." I explain better.

"So, what's it like in Italy, I've always wanted to know. I know this seems crazy to ask but does every family have a connection with the mafia."

I struggle to contain my laughter this time, "Okay, that's just ridiculous."

"I know" she chimes in "But almost everyone in the states seem to think about it though." she's giggling now.

"I won't really know though, I'm Italian but I don't live there and I rarely visit." I say, it wasn't completely a lie though but it wasn't exactly the truth.

"Oh, sorry, I just thought... I should have asked if you lived there first." she mutters.

"It's okay, I did live there growing up though, now it's just my dad." I say my voice dripping with venom at the mention of dad, it's too late to take back my words and she seemed to understand the meaning behind them.

"It's complicated." I try sounding nonchalant.

"I doubt that." she replied.

Cassie

"My mum raised me, all by herself. M-My dad he left when I was eight." I don't really know why I was telling him this but it seemed he had dad issues too, such amazing fathers right?

Damian's eyes softened but he didn't say anything.

"So it's just been my mum and I, well and occasionally Eva, my best friend.

"Sorry, that was um...."

"Mums are the best." he says softly.

"You know I could take you there, if you like." he say a while later, a little too serious.

"Mm"

"Italy, you seem to like it or anywhere else you want."

He holds my gaze longer, he seemed serious, then he gives me that his smile which I'm coming to realize is his signature 'I'm hot and I know it' smile.

"How about we head back to the resort for now and maybe tomorrow we could work more on becoming more reckless." there it was again, that glint of mischief in his eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh so hard, "You are never going to let that go now are you?"

"I doubt that." he teases again.

*****

I wake feeling ecstatic, I was really looking forward to seeing him today, I craved his touch on my skin so much. I need to be subtle about this, all of this was going too fast. This was just a...what was this even, was it a fling, a rebound, a one night stand, I couldn't tell anyone more.

Damian was like a drug, the more taste I had, the more I wanted, I couldn't help myself. I need to come back to my senses, I'm sure this was a fling for him too. He seemed too experienced and could have just about anyone he wanted. I was setting myself up for a harder crash but for now I'll just live in the moment, hopefully.

I'm out of my room, in an off shoulder white rumpler heading to the restaurant in the resort when I see him sitting cross legged, so comfortable looking ever handsome in a simple off-white short and shirt. He's on call, barking some instructions to the other person in some language but it wasn't Italian this time.

How didn't I notice this before, he exudes an air of superiority, that confidence, that I don't care rich guy type of vibe, but was he, rich I mean. I mean there's always been something different about him, so what if he was rich, he was just another guy with a few hundreds of thousands of dollars in his account. He seemed to notice me standing there just looking at him and turns, he ends the call and walks up to me.

He gives me a quick peck on the lips, "Hope you are ready for a reckless day." he grins mischievously.

"Okay, now you're just being unfair." I feign being annoyed.

"First, let's get breakfast." he smiles.

I go for my usual cappuccino and he goes for an espresso.

We sit in silence eating but he's staring intently at me.

"Okay, what's going on."