Damien did not know why he had done anything that night. Yes, Sam had asked him to get closer to her, but he could not understand why he was flirting so much with her. When he asked her for dinner, he had his own motives; he had to hear what she had to say without making her think she was uncomfortable. He had no idea why he brought her to his house. He had even winked. He was trying to clear his mind as he cooked, but Lila dropped a few words here and there while he was cooking. He wanted to have the silence, but he was still grateful. He plated the mac and cheese and cleaned the sides of the plate before taking both plates to the dining table. He came back in and tapped her shoulders; she stirred a bit and looked at him. "When did I fall asleep?" she murmured, rubbing the sides of her face. "I wonder when," he said, shrugging as he walked towards the cabinets. "It must have taken you a while to get the meal ready," she said as she let out an extremely long and loud yawn. "But i
"Thank you so much for the meal," Lila said, sitting on the sofa in the living room. She did not know why, but she felt a bit more relaxed than when she first got there. She was now sitting on the couch with her legs folded under her. "I am glad you liked it," Damien replied. She took a tiny sip from her bottle of wine. She had been drinking the same one since dinner while he was waiting on a third bottle. He thought that showing her it was okay to drink would make her take a bit more or maybe a second bottle, but while he was busy getting intoxicated, she was just trying her best to stay sober. "Your house..." she trailed off. During dinner, they had spoken about random things and even laughed. When she heard him laugh, she suppressed her words down her throat because she wanted to make him feel uncomfortable about it and stop laughing. She could not deny that his laugh was now one of her favourite things about him. He had so many qualities that it was hard to choose anything, but
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
It took a while before the officers came to release all civilians from the room they kept them safe, the criminal was found and even transferred from their station to a more secure one. It was then that Lila knew that her mother and brother were standing outside the entire time. By the time they came in, Kevin was already speaking with the officers about how he would like to keep Gavin in there until there was evidence.Tessa did not pay any heed to Lila but walked straight to Kevin, who was arguing with the officer he was speaking to. "Mr. Voss," Tessa said as she approached him. Kevin turned around to see her and smiled with the base of his lips."Mrs. Carson, it has really been a while since I saw you," he said, turning to her."Can we talk a bit?" Tessa asked and he nodded. "Can we have some privacy, please?" she asked the officer who was still standing by them. The man looked flustered but his expression changed to gratitude because he was happy that he had found a way to escape.
Gray nodded and then turned to Damien. "I have something to report sir"Damien looked up from his phone, he could not understand Lila's response for some reason it felt as if she was suddenly closed off. He did not understand how he was able to feel it but the feeling was there and he could not shake it off."Go on" Damien nodded switching off the screen and putting the phone on the table. "What is it?" he asked when it felt as if Gray was trying his best to gather his thoughts together."You asked me to keep tabs on Mr Voss and his assistant just reported that they are currently at the station but are not being allowed in because a serial killer broke lose in the statin""So he can't..." Damien trailed off with his eyebrows knitting together, he looked to Gray hoping that he would tell him that it was not what he thought and all was well. "Is Lila?""Yes sir, she was already in the station before the incident"Damien stood up, his heart broke at the news. He had been against her goin
Lila stared at the screen; she knew that she should not pick up but her heart was doing a number on her. She pressed her lips together and watched the phone screen go off after the call ended but almost immediately his call came in again. How was she supposed to ignore his calls after what happened between them last night?The call stopped and then a message came in. "Are you busy? Should I call later? Is now not a good time?" The messages poured in and she read them in her head; she could hear him saying it to her.She slid her hand across to open up the chat; all she wanted to do was to tell him about what was going on but how could she? She took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, I am; let us talk later." She pulled together all of her willpower and sent the message out. It was lacking but that will do for now.She knew he would be confused with her reply and would want to reach out again; she heard commotion outside but she thought nothing of it; after all, this was a station and it
As soon as Lila stepped outside, she felt the need to call Damien. She did not know why but she felt that as soon as he heard his voice, all of the worries and fear in her heart would automatically disappear. She walked towards the toilet. The first thing she did was check through the entire bathroom stall to ensure that no one was there before she suppressed all she was feeling within her. She called her mom first even though her finger itched to call Damien instead. "What do you mean he knows?" "I mean that Gavin seems suspicious of me and thinks he is getting a hunch that we are trying to play him," Lila explained, even though she knew that her mother understood what she meant. "I understand that I am asking why you are calling me instead of doing something about it." Her mother's words shocked her. "You want me to think about something on my own and do it?" she asked, biting her lips afterwards because stringing the words together in her mind did not make sense and it even ma
"Lila, you must think that I am a fool.""Gavin Holt, do you want me to call you a lawyer or do you want to sit there and accuse me of something so absurd that I have no idea?" she asked. Gavin was sure of what he had put together in his mind but seeing how she was acting, his thoughts began to jumble up in his mind. It was as if all of his thinking was becoming distorted and for what reason? It made no sense to him at all."Are you saying you did not go to Kevin with the evidence from that day?" "Why would I go to him with it? I already told you that we are going to get married and be together for a long time so if I want that to happen, why would I go to him with the evidence and make you get locked up in here?" she asked. She was sure that sitting in the cell with nothing but thoughts in his mind had made him overthink and, in some way, figure out what was going on but she had to stay calm and assure him that nothing was wrong, especially from her end. "Are you just a pawn in t
Gavin felt agitated in the cell; it was as if something was off with the situation. Why would Kevin suddenly want to put him in jail? Something must have triggered him to do that. Suddenly it began to make sense to him that he was getting played by the Carson's. He knew in that instant that all of this was to put him in jail. They could have tucked him away a long time ago but the fear, especially from Lila, had been what he would do to their son. He could not do anything to harm his son but he would rather be safe so he used his life as a threat to her and surely enough, she fell for it because she was the type who fell for things like that so easily. He had asked Lila if she was going to send a lawyer and she told him that she would but now he knew that she would send him the worst, the kind that would make him end up in jail for a long time. He racked his mind trying to figure out who he would call to help him out but no one came to mind. He realised that he was all alone; they
Damien held her face with a smile on his face as he pulled her closer. She had never seen him like this and she very much liked this version of him. She held his face too, striking her finger over his face. He kissed her with so much passion that she felt heat even in places she was not supposed to. She wondered how she made him feel as well. Was he getting tortured by him? "Want to get out of here?" he murmured again over her lips. She wondered how her mind was able to place what he meant."I want to but Jason is up there and he would be searching for me first thing in the morning as soon as he woke up," Lila replied. She was surprised at how much willpower she had grown for herself over the year. It was kind of great because she knew that if she was the same person from three years ago, she would have gone with him. He frowned because he did not like her answer. "Moreover, it is our day one and we have such a long time to go so why don't we take it slow and easy?" She asked, rubbi
Damien was shocked but he did not lean away; he held the side of her face and took control almost immediately. Lila snapped back to her senses and wanted to pull away but Damien did not seem like he was that interested in pulling away. Even though her brain was telling her how bad this was for reasons she could not tell, her heart was thanking her. It was as if someone rubbed an ointment onto her skin. It was so soothing that she wanted to bask in the feeling forever. She could feel the eyes of the security judging her but at that moment she could care less. She melted back into the kiss and wrapped her hand over his neck. She wanted to draw closer to him but the centre console between them was making it harder for her. She was thinking of climbing onto his lap but she was already giving the man outside a show; it would be better if she just behaved properly.After a while, Damien pulled away breathlessly; she tried to look at her eyes but she was not sure what she was seeing. His e
Lila stared ahead of her into the dark outside as his image became sharper in her eyes. She wanted to speak, but her mind was not answering as it should. She heard him saying something, but she could not string together the words to make a simple statement. "Lila, are you listening to me?" he said when he waited for her response, and she responded with silence. "Hmm?" She jerked back to reality when she heard her name. For some reason, his actions touched her greatly. It was as if someone finally did for her what no other person could. "I said..." he trailed off when he saw her turn and walk away. He was a bit startled and wondered why she was acting that way. "Lila? Where are you going?" he asked but her puffing was the only thing that responded. He knew that she was coming out and it was obvious she did not hear anything he said earlier because he told her that he just wanted to make sure she was okay and nothing more. The door opened and Lila crept out; she walked to the gate an