Arietta sat across from Oliver; they had barely said any words to each other, and at this point, she was waiting for them to get the check and out of there. She did not know why, but he was not saying anything, and just sitting there angered her more. She sort of had high hopes of meeting him that evening, but it seemed like everything was going south. She pressed her lips together and cleared her throat. "If you are eating, then maybe we should be going," she said. If she had had her ride there, then maybe she would have stormed out of anger, but she did not want to have to go through the trouble of getting a taxi by herself and getting home all by herself. She knew now to always bring along a car and driver if she was going to drink. "Already?" he asked, lifting his eyes, and she could swear that this was the first time she had seen his eye since they sat down. The expression running wild in them was weird to her; she had only ever known him as this confident man, but here he was
Arietta pulled away from him and slapped his face. He held his face in shock even though he knew that he had deserved that and even more. "What was that?" she asked, breathing heavily. "I am sorry," he said, bending his head with shame. "You are sorry? If you knew that you were going to be sorry, then why did you do it?" she asked, wiping the tears that had fallen after she pulled away. "I did not ask you to be sorry; I am simply asking what that was and why you did it," she said, her voice breaking as it came out of her throat. "It is..." he stopped talking abruptly and turned his head. "Open the door," she said, her back to him and her hand on the door again."Arietta, please," he let out, and she turned to him with an angry expression on her face. So angry that she knew that her reaction at that moment would be to cry, and she did not want to cry in his presence. It would mean that he had such powers to make her cry. "Pleas? Might I ask why you are begging me? Why are you sayi
Lila looked up at the ceiling; she had left Damien's house, but she could not sleep as her mind kept going back to what had happened. They ended up on the floor after Damien had drunk a lot. He was wasted, and she could not place the reason he was drinking that much. When she noticed that she had to cover him up since she could break his rule to take him upstairs, she secured the room downstairs, but there was nothing to cover up with. She came and sat beside him on the floor as he was spread out with his feet and arms around the place. "Damien," she said in a soft, low voice in case he had a headache. He stirred and turned to the sister. She held his shoulder and shook him a bit so he could wake up and get into his room. "Damien," she called again, but all he did in response was to rub his hands over his face and turn to the other side again; he was almost on his belly now. "What do I do?" She knew how to handle drunk men, but she was not sure she could handle him, considering he
Damien sat on the sofa and looked around; the bits of beer that had been left lying around had been packed away. He stood up; he was drunk but not enough to keep him down the entire morning. He steadied himself before he went into the kitchen. The kitchen was spotless. He wondered if the housekeeper had come already to clean it up or if it was Lila's doing. She had said that she wanted to clean up after eating, but he refused, saying he would get to it when in reality he knew that the housekeeper would come and tidy it up for him. He had no time to spare, and he needed to get a confession out of her. "Mr Calloway?" A voice came from the back door; he turned his head slightly to face her. "Are you just getting here?" He asked her, shocked to see her still in a coat and her bag hanging on her shoulder even though the kitchen and living room were spotless. "Yes, sir," she responded, a bit shocked to see him downstairs. She came early in the morning to get her work done before she lef
Lila was a bit worried, but she was trying to push down the feelings she had been feeling back down her body. She hated that she was concerned about him; if he would act as if they were strangers after she thought there was a real connection between them, then that was on him and not her. She sent him a message after their evening to thank him, but he never sent a message back. She had a hard day yesterday as well; she could not stop feeling guilty about the woman she killed, and yet she still had to push herself to work. She even decided to work harder just because she could not help herself. She could not pay for her sins and did not want to wallow in self-pity as much as she felt guilty about the situation.Her ringing phone brought her back from her thoughts. She stared at her phone, shocked, because even though she had given him her number, she never thought they would talk over the phone. "Why would he call me?" she murmured to herself as she took up the phone, contemplating wh
"What was that?" "What was what?" Sam asked, dropping the phone to the table and taking up the file he had been studying. Using an excuse of his family house being too noisy for him to study, he moved to Damien's house on Sunday night so he could keep an eye on him all through the night and especially on Monday, the day of the death anniversary. Damien knew that Sam was only doing that because he was worried, and if he made a big deal about it, nothing was going to change. Somehow he being in the house and not allowing the place to feel empty was just what he needed, but there was no way he would tell him that, if he got to know he was grateful for him, he would grow an ego bigger than the size of his head. "You and Lila?" Damien asked again. "Two friends meeting up on Friday for dinner? Sam asked because he was confused. "Why do you have that expression on your face?" he followed up. "I am the one asking the questions now, so pick your own time and ask the questions then," Damie
"Has Oliver reached out?" Evangeline asked. Since Gavin told her that he was interested in doing business with him, she had been checking in every day. Oliver had said that he would be the one to reach out and that Gvain did not need to act like a lost puppy around him pleading and asking him to help him; he was going to help him and would wish to do so without being pressured by him. "He has not." "Why don't we just check up on him to make sure that he has not forgotten?" Evangeline said. She couldn't wait to be able to get into places she had been denied access to before. Gavin was not quite yet on the level she needed him to be, and she was going to push him until he got there. "He said he was going to call me when he was ready." "Who knows he might have forgotten?" she said aggigated. She had seen a glimmer of hope, and she was not ready to let it go. How could she? This was her only opportunity to soar higher and bigger than she would have thought. "Why would he forget?" "W
Arietta stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She was meeting up with Oliver later that evening, and she was glad that she was since she was left alone in the house. She smiled to herself, so they got back together and in a more loving way now that she and Oliver had been meeting up almost every day. She turned her neck because of the knock on the door. "Could Oliver be here already?" she murmured to herself. "Come in," she said loudly and watched the door knob turn, and then the door crack open gently. "Daddy?" she said, walking briskly to him. "Pumpkin pie," he said happily as he held her in a small hug. She pulled back and took a step back so she could see his face. "What are you doing here? You do not want to come back for another day," she said with surprise on her face. "I wrapped up my business because when I left the house you looked too sad to ignore," Mateo said, looking at her face. He could not understand why, but Seh looked so different from all of the ugly
"Damien?" Rosa said as she saw him walk towards her in the garden. "I did not know you were coming over today," she added, and he smiled sadly, sitting beside her in the chair. "I also did not know that I was going to come over; it was kind of an impromptu thing," he confessed. "What is it with that expression on your face?" she asked. "What expression?""You look sad, but it is a different kind from the one I am used to," she said. He always looked sad, carrying around a gloomy face since Amber died. She always thought that it might be a good idea if he found someone who knew and loved him, but somewhere deep inside her, she wanted her daughter to be remembered a bit more. She was afraid that if she told him to do that, he might take it so seriously that her daughter would be a forgotten memory faster than one could think. That was the reason she never suggested it to him. She feared that the expression on his face was him coming to tell her that he had found someone and was goin
Tessa smiled at her daughter's report, and then she put the phone down on the table. She raised her head to meet Damien's gaze. "What do I owe the pleasure of meeting with Damien Calloway?" Tessa asked, leaning in and using her to trace the edge of the table. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Damien said instead of answering her. "It's already past ten; I had breakfast," she replied and then added in a low tone. "I am not an animal after all." "I am yet to have breakfast. I guess I must be an animal, but I need breakfast, so I will get you a cup of water and a few pastries for the table," he said, standing up and going to the counter to order. Tessa wondered why he had so much confidence. She knew him and his father when they suddenly rose to fame and how he changed the history of everything around him. He had been so influential that his past suddenly did not matter to everyone around him. Those who would have nitpicked at everything were comfortable with it all. Damien
Tessa smiled at her daughter's report, and then she put the phone down on the table. She raised her head to meet Damien's gaze. "What do I owe the pleasure of meeting with Damien Calloway?" Tessa asked, leaning in and using her to trace the edge of the table. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Damien said instead of answering her. "It's already past ten; I had breakfast," she replied and then added in a low tone. "I am not an animal after all." "I am yet to have breakfast. I guess I must be an animal, but I need breakfast, so I will get you a cup of water and a few pastries for the table," he said, standing up and going to the counter to order. Tessa wondered why he had so much confidence. She knew him and his father when they suddenly rose to fame and how he changed the history of everything around him. He had been so influential that his past suddenly did not matter to everyone around him. Those who would have nitpicked at everything were comfortable with it all. Damien
Lila wanted to check on Damien to see if he was hurt in the fight, even if it was most unlikely that anything like that would happen. She was still worried, but how would he believe anything if she was calling him up to check on him after brutally breaking up with him and even going the extra mile to try and convince him that she was done? "I never even got to tell him that I liked him," she murmured to herself. She did not know why it was so important to her, but she wanted to tell him at least once that during their time together she had begun to fall for him before she had to do what was right for herself and her family. THE NEXT MORNING"Damien is asking to meet with me," Tessa said as if she were giving morning updates to the group on the table"Why?" Lila choked out, trying not to sound too excited or curious to hear it. She had to first convince herself that she was capable of getting the job done before she could convince anyone else. "I don't know; I guess we have to meet
Gavin looked at his face in the mirror of his car before turning it off. He felt pain surge through his body. Damien had only punched him once yet but felt like he had gotten beaten up. He walked into the house hoping that Evangeline was already asleep and he did not need to go back and forth with her today. "Why are you just getting back?" "Since when did you care what time I got back?" Gavin was startled by her voice because he had looked around when he got in and had not seen anything but majorly because the entire place was dark. She watched him look around like a criminal ready to steal something when he came in. She wanted to stand in front of him and rain down cursed but held herself back. Tessa had called her and sent images of Gavin with Lila. She told her that she was against it but her daughter was going back to Gavin. If Tessa had not told her to calm down then maybe she would have gotten all rilled up and thrown him out of the house. Tessa promised to get back at Gav
Gavin is barely able to recover from the punch that Damien landed on his face when another one cuts across his face so brutally. "What do you think you are doing?" Gavin screamed, tasting blood in his mouth. He spat out what he had been able to pull and moved up to Damien. He knew that he would not be able to win against this man, but the pride he felt in his heart was not going to allow him to back down. "What do you also think you are doing?" Damien asked, closing the gap between them so that they were now touching chest to chest and their faces so close to each other that if they tipped a bit, they might be kissing. "I asked you first; why don't you answer?" Gavin asked. He knew he should not be doing anything like this, but maybe the confidence that Lila was beside him now was giving him some kind of push. "What?" Damien let out a surprised laugh. "You must think that you are a big shot now," he added. "You punched first, and for what?" Gavin's eyes darted around, trying to f
"You are here with him?" Damien asked as if she had spoken in an unknown language. "Yes," she said We had so much confidence that it was even scary to her. Where did she see such confidence from, and how did she develop it?"With your ex? With the man who married another woman? Are you with a married man?" Damien's voice came out as a mixture of anger and concern for her. She could see that all was wrong, but she had to defend herself. What if Damien began to see her as a loose person who did not care about herself? "It is just a friendly date, and I do not think any of this is your business," she murmured, trying to look away. "You do not think any of this is my business?" He said, taking a deep breath as if to stop himself from exploding. "And what is a friendly date?" he asked with a puzzled expression on his face. "A friendly date; we just met to have dinner; what is so difficult to understand about that?" she asked. She knew she was not supposed to be there holding a conversa
"Why? I thought you two looked together," Gavin said. He was brimming with so much joy, but he could not show it. He was supposed to be a married man. How did he show so much happiness just because she was going to be with him if all went well? "We were a good match, but he liked me more than I liked him, and in relationships like that, it is hard to keep up, and as I said earlier, I still loved you; I liked you so much that I could not move on," she lied, and her throat felt itchy as she lied so much. "I am a married man," Lila wanted to call his bluff; he was acting hard to get, and to what end? He had been brimming from ear to ear, and now he wanted to act as if he were faithful to his wife. "I know this is wrong, but are you saying that all of the feelings you have for me are all gone?" She asked, and he stood there, watching her. "If you tell me that you do not have a single feeling for me again, I will not disturb you again." Gavin sat there and watched her without a word. "
"You are here," Gavin said as soon as the door opened and Lila stepped in. The door closed behind her, and she moved into the room. "I hope I did not keep you waiting too long," she asked."Of course not. I got here early," he said, moving from where he stood to help her get the chair. She looked at him shocked at his actions; she wanted to ask him why he was acting like such a gentleman and standing up when she got into the room. Pulling out the chair for her? She remembered their dates as a couple and how he was always nonchalant towards her. She licked her lips and shook her head, trying to act as if it were normal for him to act like this. "Thank you," she murmured instead of asking him what had come over him. She slipped into the chair, and he put it on a bit before going back to the seat opposite her. She hated the way they had to sit opposite each other and stare into their souls as if nothing was wrong with it. "You are welcome," he replied, taking up the menu and giving it