All Chapters of Damian Anderson: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I woke up the following morning to find Damian still sleeping, but as I was about to get up, I noticed someone was standing by the door staring at us. On a closer look, I discovered it was Sophia shooting dagger stares at us. After a while, she walked out slamming the door after her. I couldn't help but think about what Sophia was capable of, especially now that she has seen Damian and me in bed together. I should probably just start making my last wishes. Damian woke up as his hand searches the bed for me. "Good morning," I said trying to fake a smile. "Good morning" he replied. Using his right hand to pull me closer to himself, he serenades me with kisses "where do u think you are going?" he asked circling my nipple with the tip of his finger. "I have to go get ready for the party, remember?" I said trying to sound as normal as possible so he doesn't notice the building tension in my voice. "Something is off, are you alright?" He asked bringing my face closer to himself, his ey

Erica POV I entered the office with my team members and we were welcome by the uproar of happy cheerful staff. We clinched the project from Oasis company against all odds. The atmosphere was filled with laughter, jokes, and smiling faces. As I worked towards my office I checked to see if Mr. Wallace was in his seat, but could not see him. Mr. Wallace is the CEO of the company. It is very unlike him not to be in the office on a Monday. As I got to my office, I sat down and was about to pick up the phone to call Mr. Wallace, just to check up on him when Frank, one of my colleagues, entered my office. He is the head of graphics design. He is in his early thirties, fine face is of moderate height, and is very good at what he does. Other than that, he is a jerk. He has been bugging me about us dating him for some time now. And he is not taking a no for an answer. He thinks I do not know about his escapades around the office, he has been rumored to be frolicking with most single ladies

Third person's POV It's been eight years since she last saw him, eight good years since he just left her without a word whatsoever. She remembered how she was made jest of, spent days in police detention, watching her parents sell their valuables to help her out, for accusations she knew nothing about. He never for once came to check up on her, if not for Lucas she will properly still be wasting away in jail. Seeing him now brought back so many bad memories she has tried so hard to forget. He is a monster and all monsters need to be treated as one. "What's up with you Erica?" Frank asked staring at her from across her desk. He wanted to know why she was looking all stunned and unable to compose herself even in his presence. Frank had never seen Erica in that vulnerable state before, he wished he could do more but still did not want to overstep his boundaries, she was still his superior after all. "I'm fine Frank, just having a slight headache" she finally said after what felt lik

Erica I have been at home since that unfortunate night at Damian's place. I had called in sick on Friday and was just using that to stay away from seeing Damian. Childish? I know, I can't believe how helpless I am when I am with him. Alex had gone out earlier to visit his grandparents downtown. The house was boring and lonely, and being by myself was not helping my course. My cell phone rang, and I checked to see that it was Frank that was calling. He has been bugging me about being my date for the farewell party for our former CEO. I sighed deeply as I picked up the call. "Hello," I said. "Hey Erica, where are you, I will be at your house in thirty minutes to pick you up, be ready and beautiful," he said, and before I could say something he ended the call. I know I have to go to the party if for nothing, but for my former CEO's sake. I mean, that maas a heaven-sent. He was the first person to give me a shot after I graduated from school, after so many companies turned me down

Damian's POV It was difficult sneaking out of the party, some so many people wanted to see me discuss business. I don't understand why people feel that the best place to talk about business is at a party. I was glad when I finally had the opportunity to disappear and I made a run for it. By the time I returned from the party she was already fast asleep. I watched her sleeping beautifully and only God knows how much I have truly missed this sight of hers. I took off my shoes and jacket before helping her take off her sandals. I used the blanket to cover her properly as she stretches a bit. I wanted to wake her up, so we could talk, but even I seem lost for words. When I did ensure she was comfortable enough, I walked over to where the fridge was and brought out a chilled bottle of fruit wine. I poured some into an empty glass while I took a little sip from it. I sat down on the only chair available in the room. My mind drifted to the events of that unfortunate evening eight years