Damien 50.This could go many ways. We could talk like gentlemen and go about our way, or we could throw hands and beat the crap out of each other. We could even do both but one thing was certain and it was that something was going to happen whether Robert liked it or not.And I can't lie, I have to be honest. The beating the crap option was looking very attractive."You look like shit," I said to him as I looked him over once again."And you look just fucking great," He replied like he was dead inside. His eyes also seemed dead, as if he has lost something dear to him."Thank you, I feel good too if you don't mind me saying," I said.He was eyeing seats as we spoke."Join me, breakfast is entirely on me," I offered.He looked at me sharply. "Save your pity," He spat. I knew that he had no money because he had squandered it. Con men never saved for the rainy days.Hmm, he still had some dignity."I can assure you that what I feel for you is not pity, it's something much worse," I told
Isabella 51.I tried to concentrate at work but it was hard. There were a lot of things on my mind and looking for Camila's replacement was not as distracting as I thought it would. I decided to go for a short lunch break.I walked into the corridor and I saw Jackson flirting with some ladies huddled together giggling as he talked. I eased pass them as I walked to the elevator. I pressed the button and waited for the elevator to arrive to my floor.The elevator dinged and I was almost grateful to be in the elevator before the doors opened up to reveal Natalia."Lunch? Let's grab it together," She said as I entered reluctantly.She saw my body language and smirked. "Oh, come on, I promise that I will not bite," She told me as the elevator descended."Fine," I muttered."Good, us ladies need to stick together," She said, curling her fingers into fists to show me how enthusiastic she was.I simply ignored and stared straight at the mirror. It reflected back at me, and I swear I almost fe
Isabella 52.Natalia gave me a ride in her pink car after the short lunch we had. I watched over the window as she hummed the melody of the piece that was currently blasting out of her radio. The radio was also pink, just to remind you.Natalia suddenly stopped humming and glanced over at me. “Can I be honest with you?” She asked and I glanced over at her. What could she possibly want to speak about now?“What sad tale do you want to recount?” I rolled my eyes.“You know I almost married Damien?” She said. I looked at her for a while and turned my attention back to the road.“Hmmm,” I murmured as I touched my chin. I didn't even know why I did that. “He told me how you desperately tried to force him into marrying you,” I corrected her.She scoffed at me and reduced the volume on the radio.“I just want you to know that Damien is mine, and if you know what is good for you. Get as far away from him because if I decide to act it won’t end up well with you!” She spat.She finally snap
Damien 53Natalia’s little arms circled mine and I shuddered uncontrollably. I threw her a dirty look and let out a small hiss.“My father has invited you and her, wouldn’t you come with me instead of her?” She said and tore her hands away from mine when she saw that I was still poised at her like a king cobra.She clicked her tongue. “You don’t have to be so harsh,” She said.The elevator came to a stop and I threw my long legs out. The elevator was starting to get stuffy even though it was just the both of us. I almost cussed at myself when I heard footsteps behind me.She was following me.“Nathalia tell me what don’t you get about all this?” I glared at her.“I don’t understand what you see in that girl! What does she have? She is broke! Her mother is crazy and yet you are still with her!” She went into a screaming fit. Her hands were flying every which way. I hated myself for waiting for her reply and started walking away.She can go crazy all she wants I don’t care about it. Can
Isabella 54.Her brown hair fell to her back and it matched her brown suit and pan trouser. I could see the black lacy bra or singlet or whatever she had on.She matched it with black pencil heels and a black diamond Purse. Her lips were tinted a deep red and her silky hair moved in the motion of the wind. I could already tell she was Hispanic.“Ms.Grace,” Jackson finally spoke up after his jaw dropped to the floor earlier. He took out his hands to offer her a handshake and her white perfect set of teeth came to view as she offered her hands. Now that I could see her perfectly, she just looked like someone I knew.I have seen Jackson with countless women but never had I seen him react the way he just did. Was he falling for her?“Isabella,” I also shook her hands.“Please have your seat,” Jackson showed her the chair before us and we all sat at the same time. “My, I must say. Your photo card does show justice to the goddess I see before me,” Jackson said and I threw a befitting
DAMIEN 55I watched as numerous emotions creased through Vito's face. Confusion, dread, sadness, denial. I simply waited for all of it to play out as I stared at him.he held the corner of his chair for support. “When did she die?” He asked as he stood by the corner of the room. I could see that he wished I was lying, but my emotionless face was not leaving any clue for him.“Visit her cemetery in old church street, please leave I have a thousand things to do and you being here is not helping at all,” I got off the table and looked at the documents. It would take at least a day to finish them."Are you lying to me, son?" He got close to me as if he wanted to hit me. I changed my body language, my muscles becoming tense."What? Fuck off, I already told you," I cussed. I had become very aggressive.He gritted his teeth at me. He knew it, I knew it. We both knew it. If blows were going to fly, I would win against him. The power gap was a lot between the both of us.He took a step back an
ISABELLA 56I dropped the file on the table and I watched Damien’s father across the table. I looked for how to run away from this man, any lie that could save me from talking to him.But my head was blank.“Isabella right?” He smiled through his wrinkled face. He did look like his son when he smiled. He looked somehow saddened by something.“Yes that’s my name,” I smiled. I looked at the chair, wondering whether I should sit for the chat or stand. It was as if I was standing in front of my boss in my office.“I just thought I should pass by before I left,” He said.“Oh right, okay,” I said not having anything to say to him. I was smiling at him like a dumbo, waiting for him to spill whatever he had for me.“I know you had lunch already but could we have coffee outside and talk about some things, you know?” He said.I wanted to say no, I was ready to say no but my stupid mouth disappointed me. “Yes sure,” I said and I almost wanted to slap myself in the middle of the room. I wonder
Isabella 57My hands were on the table as I watched the man in front of me eat. I thought I hadn't caught what he had said, but I knew I had heard him well."Huh?"name looked at me and continued eating. He was the only one with an appetite between the both of us.I chuckled and it surprised me. It was the least he had expected from me."I don’t understand,” I replied and he dropped the cup of coffee on the table. “If you truly love him, you would leave him alone. You have no idea who he is, He is a lot more than the eye meets and I’m sure he is making it seem that he is a good person,” He explained further. "I am his father, I know my son very well."“But sir, how does—seriously. I don’t understand,” I shook my head. This wasn't what I had expected when I was whisked away for a talk.“Please call me Vito, did you know that Damien was in the military? Have you guys ever encountered dark cars following you?” He asked and my head went back to the vacation. I remembered those cars clea