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2025-03-01 11:37:35~ ANASTATIA ~
Even when I heard him calling my name with his dark voice. I didn't stop. When I hear him growl. I refused to stop. When he storms after me. I didn't. But I had no choice but to stop as I entered the elevator, willing it to start moving. And luck was not on my side as Damien storms through the slowly closing door of the elevator, huffing and panting. I know his ego was bruised. Afterall, I just refused him in front of his orgy mates so yeah. “Why didn't you wait?” He asks panting. “Just leave me alone Damien. I already have a bad day. Don't add to it please.” “Ana–” “Hey,” I interrupt him, holding my palm upwards. “You don't have to act like a dick all the time. Your dickiness had already worsened since that time at your family house. I'm ti–” However, he interrupts me by pushing me flush against his chest. I gasp as my forehead meets his hard chest, my heart thumping in my chest. He pulls my hair painfully as he tilts my head upwards before his lips slams to mine and I'm gasping for air as he steals my breath away when he sucks on my lip, moving from the lower one to the upper one and again. I thrash in his hold, my books scattering to the floor of the elevator as Damien presses my jaw firmly but not painfully as he slips his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine. And then, he sucks my tongue, hard. Painful. So painful that I can feel pleasure pooling in my lower belly. His kiss was punishing. But I'm enjoying it. I snake my hand to his neck, trying to kiss him back but he pulls away, increasing my anger. “I have the right to act like a dick after what your parents did to us.” He grits out, his lips glistening from the kiss. Then, he turns and storms out of the elevator. Anger clouds my senses as I hurriedly pack my scattered books and run after him, calling his name but he didn't stop as he slams the door to my face. I scan my finger and I push the door open before shutting it loudly. “The fuck you mean Damien?! I thought we were past this stage!” I shout, dumping my books and my tote on the sofa. He turns to me, jaw clenched. “I thought both families had said sorry to each other and now we just have to endure our miserable lives together until we get divorced or die!” And I almost bit my tongue after saying that word. That damn word echoes in my psyche—a curse that won’t fuck off. Sorry. Sorry?! Sorry’s just a word to try to get out of something, to dodge trouble if you’ve been caught out. Sorry’s a five-letter disgrace that shouldn’t even need to be used. It should be abolished from the fucking dictionary. Sorry won't heal anything! I gulp as he takes slow steps towards me but I stand my ground. A Zhukov doesn't cower. I can still remember father punching those words into me in the ring. We don't cower unless it's in a place to submit. “Sorry?” He growls in my face, his hot breath fanning my face. If I should just stand on my tippy toes, my lips will meet his. I gulp again. Spill. And he did. “Sorry?” He asks again. “What would you do if you were in my shoes. When you realise that the woman you are expected to spend the rest of your fucking life with has the face of the monster who'd haunted your childhood nightmares?” I still. Time stills too. Mother. She still haunts me even after her death. “What would you do when your brain induced you to forget every bit of it and now that you can finally remember, your…” He inhales deeply, teeth clenched as he takes a step back and punches the air, his muscles flexing. He inhales again. “You are not at fault though…” He says in a whisper while I stand, staring at nothing like a statue, the fire burning within me already doused with invisible water. “I was just angry at the fact it could still haunt me even after growing up. But my Capos and Vittorio didn't feel the same though… that's why they wanted to…” “Is that why you didn't reject the marriage?” I ask, my voice coming off so low that I could barely hear myself. “Huh?” “Is that why you didn't reject the marriage so you could get back at me for what my mother did?” He turns to me. “I didn't remember at that time and stop asking ridiculous questions as if I had a choice.” I say nothing as I pack my books and sidestep him. We didn't get to chose the war. We were dragged into it, kicking and screaming. And that night, I returned to the couch. Back to square one.Related chapters
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