"Where are you?" Damien asked over the phone. "Mr. Damien Calloway, don't you think you are obsessed with me considering that we are in a fake relationship?" She asked over the phone. She had waited all afternoon for Rosa's call, but she did not get one, and since she did not have her number, she could not call to check up on the woman; her brother was being a pain and was not getting her calls. All she could do was pray that the woman was all right. If she had known that all she would have been doing all day was to lay down and not do anything, she would not have turned down Zach's invitation to lunch."Fake relationship?" He gasped as if she were making up things, and he did not know what she meant when they had agreed on it together. "What do you want?" she asked, ignoring his fake gasp and pressing her lip into a thin line. "I want to treat you to dinner, so what do you say?" he asked, and she shook her head. She most especially did not want to see him; his presence was too ov
Lila jumped out of bed almost immediately, and the call dropped. She dropped her phone to the bed and looked down at herself. She was still in the clothes she had put on in the morning. "What do I wear?" she exclaimed, looking down at herself as she rushed into her closet. It was almost next to empty. She did not really care about things like that, and since she got back, she has been trying her best to get pieces of clothing for herself. She only got a new one when she needed it, and now out of the pieces of clothes everywhere, she had no idea which of them she was going to throw away to get a cute outfit for her to wear. One thing she very much wanted to do was have something that looked like she threw something together without putting much thought into it. "Maybe I do need to get myself some clothes," she murmured, holding a piece of cloth to her body as she stared in the mirror. After doing the same for almost everything in the wardrobe, she decided that before the end of the w
Gray had advised him and asked him to study her as it would make her feel he was really interested in her, but he reminded his assistant that as much as he would have loved to give a tailored experience to his enemy, he still wanted to work within the time frame that Kevin had given to him. Even though he did not have all of the details figured out, he knew that, as it stands, he had wasted an entire week and had not gotten anything done. He needed to find a way to speed up the process so that he could get everything done soon. "I would suggest slowly getting to know her," Gray said, sounding just like Sam. "I want to take revenge, not marry her. Why on earth would I slowly get to know her?" Damien murmured. "I do not have enough time for all that, so I should just ask her."Gray wanted to tell him that women were like search and rescue dogs who could easily sniff out insincerity, but he held himself from saying anything. He nodded instead. "I will be ready to take any further instr
"He was asking me what I would like to eat," Lila asked herself, staring at the phone. She had been so sceptical about him, and as much as she thought that his action was supposed to clear off the doubt she had, she feared that he was plunging her into more fear by the day. She dropped onto the bed with her eyes closed as she tried to steady her beating heart and convince herself that her heart was only doing that to her because she was feeling a bit stressed even though she had barely done anything all day. "Can I say something, sir?" Gray said out of the blue, and Damien raised her head to him. "I do not think you might like what I am about to say.""And yet you still want to say it?" Amien asked, shocked at his assistant. Gray had always been simple and took his words as law; he had never thought of speaking back at him like this, so Damien was curious as to what he wanted to say to him. "Yes, sir," he replied with a small nod. "Go on," Damien told him. "Sir, I do not think tha
"Are you asking me to sit on the floor?" he asked again. "Well, are you going to sit there and act uncomfortable when we could sit down on the floor and act free?" she asked. Damien looked down at his custom-made clothes and wondered how she was a heiress and acted the way she did. She was sure that no one in her age bracket would act the same way. 'You are worried about your clothes?" She asked, taking out everything from the bag and seeing it up on the table in front of her. He looked up to see her set up the meal without taking her eyes off, so he wondered how she knew what he was thinking. "They are just clothes," she said softly as she turned to him slowly. "Just clothes?" he scoffed, rolling her eyes. She must really be clueless about how the world truly worked. He had to sit on a very long bench for a while before he could get the suit he was wearing, and he was expected to just sit on the floor because she wanted it. "These are not just clothes...""Let me guess it is Lux
"Making a connection?" she murmured, taking a bite from the pizza and gulping down the remnant of food in her mouth."Is that not what you want?" he asked, and the room fell silent. Lila silently munched on her food, not because she did not have a thousand thoughts running around in her mind but because she did not know how to put them into words that would make sense. "You are awfully quiet," Damien said, breaking off the silence. He had broken the silence, so it felt weird that she was not talking again."Can I ask you some questions?" she said suddenly. "Strangely, you want to ask me questions, but I guess you can," he said, dropping the pizza back into the box. "You should not do that," she said, looking around. "I forgot to bring plates," she said, unfolding her legs and standing up. She shook them to get the blood flowing through them again. "I can go get the plates instead," he volunteered, trying to stand up. She bent so she could reach his shoulders, and she pushed him dow
"You want to know?" She said she was turning so she could look at his face, and no matter how she looked at him, she could not understand the expression on his face or what it meant. "You want to know?" she said, picking each word as if she were about to tear it apart. He picked up the cup and gulped half of the content before clenching his mouth and turning to her. "What I meant was..." He trailed off because he did not know how to tell her that the only reason he was sitting in her living room acting like they were close was just because he had to get closer with her so he could distract her. "Was?" she urged him when the silence lingered for longer than she was expecting; even if he was trying to make a dramatic silence stall for longer than necessary, it was not going to make him seem special. "I thought you were interesting," he said, pressing his heels together. "Was? Did I now seem boring to you when you got to know me? Just boring plain Lila who likes eating pizza and drin
"That was fast," Lila murmured when he walked back into the room. "Did you want me to sleep on the call?" he asked, and she shook her head. "I said that because I thought it was a convenience call and that it might take you a long time to sort it out," she said, pressing down the can of beer in hand and dropping it to the table. She looked at the pizza and wondered if he bought too much; even if Oliver was to join them, she was a hundred per cent sure that he was not going to turn their offer down and tell them that they were destroying their perfectly good bodies. "It was a personal call," he said, sitting beside her."Ohh," she said, nodding. He expected her to ask more questions. He narrowed his eyes at her side, and she sat silently munching on her pizza slice."You know the people that called me just now," he said when she did not say anything for a long time and they sat in silence. "I do? I do not think so.""But you know them.""Well, I highly doubt it; I do not know anyon
"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