"Mr Carson?" Damien looked at the time and then looked down at his phone. Why would he be calling him at this time? Did they become that close? He slid his finger across his phone and put the phone to his ears. "Hello Damien," Oliver's voice rang with family across the line. Damien shifted in his chair, a bit uncomfortable, as he did not understand when they came to be able to be familiar with each other. He cleared his throat and turned his head to the side. "Hello, Mr. Carson." "Do you know what Lila is doing today?" Oliver asked.Damien did not like that he was so caught up with Lila and her family when all he had to do was get revenge. Seeing that Oliver was the one who was calling him, he knew that he had to act shocked. He shook his head to himself. "Seeing how quiet you are, it seems that you are unaware of what is going on; I thought you two got into some kind of relationship." Damien could sense that Oliver wanted him to care; he was supposed to act the part of a caring
"What are you doing here?" Lila asked, running her hand through her hair. Damien looked down at her exposed lap and how firmly the guy sitting beside her was gripping it. Damien raised his head, and their eyes met. The man recognized who he was, but he did not care; this was a club, and he was with this girl first. "What are you doing?" Damien asked, looking down at his hand and then tracing it upwards. "I do not think it is any of your business," the man said, causing a sharp sound to leave Damien's lip. He closed the gap between them, so he was staring at the man in his eyes. "It is to my business?" he asked and then let out a small annoyed laugh. He held his hand and pressed on the side. The man tried to act as if his grip was too tight for him to handle. "How can you touching my girlfriend so sexually not be my business?" Lila was getting drunk, but at least she could understand what was going on. She felt her heart flutter as if it were going to fly away, and she knew that th
"What are you doing here?" Lila managed to let it out of her mouth at once. She smiled to herself as she was proud of her achievement. She raised her eyes to him and noticed how he dimmed his eyes. "I came here to..." He trailed off because he could not explain why he came here. He was promising himself that he had nothing to do with her, and yet he could not stop thinking of her. "Oliver called me," he choked out. "Oliver? Why?" she asked, barely able to keep herself up. He slid beside her and used part of his body to keep her up. "He told me that we needed to come get you because we thought you might be drunk." She did not know if it was because she was drunk or if he was the one stuttering, but his speech was all distorted in her head. "So why did you stop me from having fun?" she asked, pouting. Damien looked away because he couldn't deny that her dishevelled hair, beat-down makeup, and pout made her look cuter than he remembered. The alcohol she had drunk had given her cheeks
"Oh, my head hurts," Arietta groaned as she moved in bed. She felt her throat tighten and knew she needed a glass of water to quench her thirst. She stirred in bed and tried her best to get into a sitting position. She sat still with her eyes closed as she wondered why she drank so much when she knew how stupid she was when she drank and how much she could hold her liquor. Memories from her drinking escapes flooded her mind, but she was not able to put them together. She knew she just had to give herself a little time, and everything would flow to her naturally. Her eyes flared gently, but when she looked around, she could not recognize the room she was in. No room in her house had the secrets she was looking at. "Where am I?" she asked herself, looking down at the thick black blanket that had covered her. She took it off and checked her clothes to ensure it was okay. She looked at the nightstand and was grateful that there was water there. She poured a glass for herself and wiped i
Oliver bit the corner of his lips; he did not know what to say in response. He could not tell her that he had come to stop her from hooking up with any other man because even though he had let her go physically, he was still very much connected with her emotionally and was not ready to let go yet. "Why did you come?" she asked again. She wanted to hear what he had to say. She wished he would say something that would make her doubt his feelings."I was worried," he said. "About me? Were you worried about me?""I did not think nice girls like you and Lila should be in a place like that," he replied."What is wrong with a place like that? I do not see anything wrong with a club," she replied, blinking rapidly. He opened his mouth to speak, but she raised her hand to stop him before he could say anything. "You should never have come. We broke up, and I am not your problem anymore, so I do not think that you should be doing things like that even if you are worried about me." "It is just
"Do you have any idea how we made it home yesterday?" Lila asked, dropping to the bed and checking out what Oliver had brought for her. "Woah, toast, apple slices, honeywater, and tea?" Lila asked, surprised at the treat before her. "That is a lot." "He makes this for you but forces me to eat plain boring oats." Lila took up a slice of toast and bit from it. "He must have it for you." "Stop saying that; you are giving me hope," Arietta murmured silently. She opened the flask containing the honey water and poured it into the empty glass. She drank from it and was grateful for the taste of it as it lulled through her system. "It is good to have hope; no one ever died from having hope," Lila murmured as she savoured the taste of the well-done toast. "Since you are sticking to honey water, I am going to stick to drinking the coffee." Lila knew that if she wanted to get a good breakfast, she must have done it herself. "Thank you," she followed up, allowing the smell of the freshly bre
Lila looked down at her phone DAMIEN CALLOWAY stared at her from the screen. "What do I say to him?" Lila murmured, looking down at her screen. She raised her head and shook her head. She was not sure what she had done to him yet, so what was she going to say? "Hey Damien, it is I who have a terrible drinking habit of blacking out when I drink, and I decided to go to a club and then drink and embarrass myself in front of you." She groaned and stood up. Arietta told her to act as if she did not remember anything. She had begged her to stay while she made a call, but Arietta said she wanted to go home and get ready for the dinner she was having with her brother. She could not say no since she was the biggest shipper. "Ah!" she shrieked and threw the phone out of her hand on the bed when it began ringing, the sound filling the room. She bent down to look at the screen, and Damien was calling. "Damien?" she murmured. She took a deep breath and sat on the bed, taking up the phone. She t
"We have been driving for a while now. Where are we going?" Lila lifted her head and looked around them. Damien was at the house a few minutes before six, and she was ready to go. She did not want to make it seem like a big deal, so she did not call him back to ask where he was taking her. She just threw on a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt with her hair up in a bun. "I was going to take you to fine dining, but you are not dressed the part, so I am thinking of taking you somewhere else." "Well, I did not know your plans, so I wore what was fitting enough for me." "You should have asked me to know what to wear." "I don't want to make it a big deal," she said in a small voice, looking out the window. She was very glad that she could look out the window instead of at him. "So where are we going now?" she asked. "Someplace," he said with a shrug as he merged into the traffic. "Someplace? Does someplace have a name?" She asked, tilting her head a bit so she could see his entire
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