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Chapter One Hundred and nineteen
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Being His Wife Chapter One Hundred and twenty
"Once again, Mr Kingston, you're back early." She said turning away from her laptop to look at me standing leaning by the doorframe."We're watching a movie tonight, so of course I'm back early." I took a cursory glance at the clock and saw that it was just 4pm, I was pretty early. "Tonight? How come I didn't know about it? Did you you get tickets? What movie is it?" She threw all her questions at me while she knelt on the bed. "Relax, woman." I smirked."Don't give me that smirk and no don't say it!" She drawled with an exaggerated cry face with puckered lips and all."That's for me to know and for you to find out." She threw a pillow at me."I told you not to say it!" She exclaimed and threw another pillow in my direction. I dodged it."Movie night at eight, love you babe." I said and ducked as she threw another pillow at me. I scurried out of the room hearing her grunt loudly behind me, eliciting laughter from me.***"How did I not know there's a huge theatre room in this house?
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Ariana's POV; "A trip?" I dropped the shirt I was folding on the bed and turned to face him squarely. I let out a displeased puff of air. "Damien you just got back to work a week ago? Why are you going on a trip so soon?" "Babe, the CEO of Schneider group of companies wants to see me and I have to go with Cheryl." "With Cheryl?!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, the CEO is her father and," "Her father?! You did not mention this earlier." I cut his statement, walking over to stand in front of him. "Are you sure I didn't?" His eyelids came so close, his grey orbs vanished and the way his head bent backwards, gave me almost enough reason to doubt what I was very sure of. "You didn't and you didn't even tell me the whole story concerning your relationship with her." "Babe," he groaned, dunking his head dramatically. "I'll tell you when I get back." "Who says you're going?" I blinked rapidly, surprised that he even thought about me letting him go just like that. "Ariana this is important wor
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I wasn't able to concentrate on the decor scrapbook the interior designer had handed me when I went out earlier today. I had finally found a space at a great price that fit into what I wanted for the restaurant. The moment I stepped into the desolate place that smelled like mouse poop, situated in uptown LA, I knew it was the one. I had talks with the agent and it was settled, I was going to pay for the space the next day. I called on the interior decorator mom had recommended as well as that of Brianna's and we immediately started drafting out ideas for the place. It was all going good until I felt my heart jump in my chest and the face of a certain someone played out in front of me. "Breathe Ariana, breathe." I said taking deep breaths to steady myself. This realization of mine felt more bad than good. I couldn't look at Damien the same way. Could I even look at him at all? It was past five o'clock in the evening and he was going to be here any minute from now. I had to keep it
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Damien's POV; "So why did you two break up?" Cheryl went silent at the question. "Fiona," I called out. "That's enough questions for our guest." I said in low warning. I glanced at Ariana who was a lot quieter than usual. It seemed like she would explode the moment we were left alone. "I'm just curious cause mom and Tracy said you guys were really good together." She said innocently. "Fiona!" Mom and Tracy exclaimed in unison. My loudmouth little sister had done it again. "Ahh..." I saw Cheryl swallow. "We were but-" "But we didn't work out, that's it." I cut her short and glared at Fiona to shut up because she was about to speak again. Cheryl gave a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She dabbed at the sides of her mouth with a napkin and looked around the room. "Thanks for hosting me. Dinner was amazing." We all muttered one half-hearted response after the other before she looked up at me. "Shall we discuss business, Damien? When are we taking that trip?" She propped her
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Ariana's POV; "You're sure this is the place you want?" I heard him ask once again. "For the umpteenth time,'' I rolled my eyes. "Yes babe, this is exactly what I want." I affirmed. "It's small." He said, unable to hide the disgusted frown at the filthiness of the place that was yet to be cleaned up. "It's almost as big as our bedroom." I pointed out. "My point exactly." I gave him a blank stare. "Babe be supportive." I requested. "I am and that's why I'm telling you to let me buy the whole building for you, so we could have it demolished and create a place of high taste." He said, raising his hands to demonstrate his point. "I want to start small, with my own money." I enunciated. We had been bickering over this matter all morning and I was getting exhausted but I wasn't going to give in to his persistence, I had to do this on my own. "At least let me do something other than moral support." He practically pleaded. "Well, you could give me some free business consultation an
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"Why are you looking so sexy right now?" I heard him say from the door of the closet. I was wrapped up in a towel searching for one of his shirts that looked like gowns on me to put on for the night. "Am I?" I asked coyly. "Yes." I heard a husky whisper from behind me, feeling the warmth radiating from him. It had me flushed. "So sexy I want rip that towel off and do bad things to you." He dropped a soft kiss on my shoulder blade. "So what's stopping you?" I turned to him and reached for his face to place a kiss on his lips. "You're not ready. Besides that, we have a trip early tomorrow morning." He was declining but still held on to me as we kissed slowly. *Mature content ahead!* A sinister idea crept its way into my mind and I smiled into our lip lock. I dipped my hand into his joggers and rubbed over his cock. He paused and drew back to stare at me in apparent surprise. "Ariana, what are you doing?" I ignored his question and bewildered stare and dug deeper into his pant
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Damien's POV; "You okay, babe?" "Hmmm." She absentmindedly responded to me while her eyes roamed her surroundings. "I need to tell you something." "What is it?" "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but Cheryl's father wouldn't be happy with you here." Her eyes went wide. "So why did you bring me? You should have left me at the hotel." "Thing is, uhm, he wants Cheryl and I to get back together for business reasons." I winced at the sudden high pitched scream that followed. "What?!" I literally saw flames brimming from her eyes. "That's why I insisted on you being around." "So you want me to spite him with my presence. Are you trying to get me killed?" She whisper yelled while trying her best to not alert the people in the elevator with us. People who by the way were already staring. "He's a powerful man, a business man who would do anything to get what he wants. What if he goes off and puts a bounty on my head just so you could get back with his daughter?" She was frantic.
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She tore a piece of cloth from God knows where and wrapped my bleeding knuckles. "Look at me. Damien, Look at me!" She demanded strongly. She managed to pull my chin in her direction. "No one is worth you getting worked up like this, especially not a misguided misogynistic old man." She gritted out. "Answer me this. Would you still stay with me if I wasn't the man I am now?" I don't know what came over me to ask her such. She blinked twice in a second. My breath mixed with hers as my chest heaved up and down. "I didn't choose you Damien, the universe did." She said more calmly than she'd usually do. "I shouldn't have asked that question, I-" I wanted to take back my words. "Don't apologize." She hushed me, placing her index finger on my lips. "I won't lie to you. Maybe I wouldn't have chosen you because I've always wanted a simple middle class life and inasmuch as I still want it, I know that's something you'll never be able to give me." "But-" "Babe, please let me speak." S
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