Third Person POV;
Aleena sat back in the West Wing of Damien's mansion staring into space. She looked around the guest room designated to her, she loathed it. Not because it was not a beautiful place, because it was just as luxurious as any other room in the mansion, but she wanted to be in none other than Damien's bedroom.
She hated the fact that he had gotten married to someone that was not her and even worse, a middle class woman like Ariana. It made no sense to her how he would stoop so low and get married to a nobody when she was right there loving him tirelessly from day one.
She had thrown a major tantrum when Tracy had called to inform her of Damien's engagement which she had discarded as a rumor she saw on the internet. She wanted to rush down to Los Angeles immediately but her shooting schedule back in the Maldives did not let her. She called Damien but it all went to voi
Ariana's POV;I was seated at the balcony working on my laptop as usual. It had been about a week and there was still not a word from Damien. I was not in any way surprised about his actions though, plus it's not like I wanted to speak to him anyway.I stepped inside the room to get something - a pillow for my aching back. I had been seated in one position for hours and I was not in the mood to lie down so taking a pillow was the next best option.I heard a slight rapping on the door so I halted in my movement just to be sure I was not assuming anything.I heard the sound again but louder this time, that was cue to walk over to the door and pull it open."Hi.""Oh, uh, hi Aleena." I said, wondering what she wanted this time."Can I come in?" She requested."Hmm okay..." I said and sidestepped for her to get in. She flipped around as soon as she entered while I push
I stared up at the tall building as I got down from the vehicle. The ride took about fourty five minutes from the house so it was quite a distance, it was a good thing I left quite early. I walked in and said hello to the receptionist at the lobby who responded with a warm smile. I informed her about my reason for being there and she directed me to take a seat. There was not a lot of people seated, just about five of them so I guessed I still had a good chance. The wait lasted for nearly an hour and it seemed like everyone else was being drilled thoroughly in their interviews. I swallowed, suddenly nervous. "Ma'am, you can go in now." The receptionist said to me and I stood up, adjusted the hardly present creases on my skirt before walking. I followed her direction and the next thing I knew, I found a mahogany door that fit the description the receptionist had given me. I knocked and waited for a reply whilst rocking back and forth on my heels. "Come in." I heard a male voice
Damien's POV; I stared down at her crying self in my arms. She looked so vulnerable as she sobbed heavily with her chest heaving up and down. Her make up had smeared my white shirt but I did not care about it. I just hated watching her cry. An iota of guilt seeped into me at the realization that I was the cause of her pain. She was unhappy because I had roped her into my world but there was nothing that could be done to change it, at least not for a while. I reached for the box of wipes I found up in one of the compartments. I picked it up with my right hand while my left hand still held her by her waist. I pulled out a wipe and slowly wiped her eyes, she shivered at the contact and looked up into my eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot from all the crying and the sadness in them was evident. I said nothing while I wiped her makeup off with another wipe. I held her chin up a bit and wiped her beautiful plump lips slowly to rid it of the red lipstick she had applied on it. I trailed my ind
I slammed the bathroom door behind me and leaned on it, breathing heavily. I walked over to the sink, put my hand under the running tap and sprinkled some water on my flushed face. My mind went over to what just happened. How was I going to face Damien's mother after what she just saw?! She had caught us in a compromising position and it was absolutely unexpected. What was I doing? I was not supposed to be allowing Damien get this close to me. The make out session we had was not supposed to happen and it would have escalated if I had not regained my senses. I hated it because it felt so wrong but at the same time so right. I loved his kisses but not him and I feared that if I let it continue, things would escalate even further and then there would be some form of emotional attachment to him and if he did not share the same feelings, I would be left all alone to bear the burden of unrequited love. I shut my eyes at the thought of that happening. I shook my head vigorously, I would not
I was fast asleep late into the night when I heard the door come open. Instinctively I opened my eyes, sat up on the bed and put on the lamp beside me. With the room dimly illuminated now, I looked up at the figure standing in the middle of the room, staring straight at me. "Why are you here?" He questioned gazing at me with an unreadable glint in his eye. He tilted his head while waiting for me to speak. I was hesitant to speak at first knowing how he was but then I garnered courage and eventually spoke up. "I don't want to sleep in the same room as you anymore." I stated, avoiding his piercing gaze as I did. "My decision is final and there's nothing you would do to change it." I uttered firmly. I stared up at him after a few moments of silence. He was not saying anything and it somehow worried me. "Fine, have it your way." He said as he shoved his right hand into his pant pocket. I was shell shocked that he agreed just like that, I so wanted to blurt my thoughts out but I thoug
I was up as early as five in the morning and by six thirty, I was seated in the car and on my way for the interview. Considering that we left quite early, there was hardly any traffic and we got to Avilla Corp about thirty minutes later. I was an hour early and I had no idea what I would be doing in there so I decided to stay back in the vehicle reading through some stuff on my phone. Miguel and I conversed for a while and before I knew it, it was nearly 8am. I exhaled, feeling my nerves getting to me. I was not sure what to expect, I lowkey feared that what happened with my first interview would repeat itself and I did not want it. "Wish me luck." I said to Miguel before stepping out of the vehicle. I walked through the tinted glass doors and found myself in the exquisite building with a clean wide lobby. It was a skyscraper, just like Damien's and looked just as big and sophisticated. I walked up to the reception to ask for directions to the exact place for the interview.
Damien's POV; I reached for my phone and checked the caller ID for who had been buzzing my phone non stop. I slid the green button and dropped it since it was connected to my airpods m "Miguel." I said into the phone, still focused on my computer screen as I read through some mails. "Good day sir, she's done with her interview." He informed. I hummed. "Anything else I should know?" I probed. "She had a confrontation with some girl who claimed to being your ex while at Starbucks." He sounded really amused and that intrigued me, I wanted to get the full details. "Go on." I said. Miguel went on to narrate what had happened and I chuckled. I never thought Ariana had it in her, she was always so sweet and quiet. I secretly wished I had seen her in action but I was putting her at arm's length now. The call ended and I got back to work. I had lots of meetings to attend, lots of documents to read through, the thousands of staff I had did not reduce my stress at all, it only heigh
Ariana's POV; I reached for my potato chips as I flipped over to the next page of the book I was reading. It was a captivating autobiography of a celebrated author I had been following for years and it had me really hooked. A knock came through my door and I yelled for the person on the other side to come in. It was one of the maids who had come in with a shopping bag, I furrowed my brows in confusion. "What's this?" I asked as she handed it over to me. "Sir's personal assistant said to give this to you, he says there's a note in it that would tell you all you need to know." She said and I nodded. She curtsied before exiting the room. Curiosity got the better part of me and I opened the bag. I pulled out the content which turned out to be an ankle length straight black silk dress which had a drape that trailed down my left shoulder with a long sleeve on the right. It was a straight dress and was not all too dramatic but for the drape it had. I picked up the blue sheet of paper I