“Morning,” I talked into the phone receiver. “Hi. Yes, good morning, Ms. Katarina. How may I help you today?” the receptionist asked. “Can you send my suitcase to the villa, please? I also need a suite ready for Mr. Damian.." I hesitated before continuing, "Also.. Can you put me through to the General Manager?” I requested. Since the security guard told the General Manager about what had transpired last night, it wouldn't be weird for me to speak to the General Manager. My suitcase was taken by a porter the moment I set foot in the lobby last night. Now I was wearing Damian’s shirt that he was wearing last night while he was still sleeping naked in my room. Once I was put through to the General Manager, I told him about the conditions here, with all the glasses broken, and asked him to bring someone who could repair them once we moved to the suite. I called the room ser
He just sat there looking at me intensely, not answering my questions“Do you just want my body? Is that it? For me to be available to you whenever you want to.. to fuck me?” I continued. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes.“Are you crazy, Baby girl? You were the one who left me first when I needed you the most! When Rai had just passed away!” His voice started to rise again.“Is that this was all about, Damian? Some sort of revenge? If you can’t get past that, I can never be with you. You will hate me again, and then you will hurt me purposely again. You are playing with my feelings, Damian. You are breaking me.” My voice started to break, and I ran to my room, throwing myself onto the bed.Of course, he would follow me. “No, Baby girl. I only spent the first night at the beach. The rest, I spent my time alone at the private beach. I swear I didn&r
“Damian, why did you trash the rooms?” I asked him as he lay on top of me, his head on my stomach. He didn’t say anything, so I sat up, so that we were facing each other. “Do you not want to tell me?” I reached out my hand to brush his hair away from his eyes, a gesture to tell him that it would be okay whether he told me or not. “No.. I just..” He was thinking about how to tell me about it, it showed on his face. He was unsure of how to tell me. “When you left, I broke,” he said at last. I waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. “But why the glasses?” Now that I thought about it, he only broke everything that he could see his reflections in them - mirrors, glasses, TVs. “I hated myself.” His voice was so soft I thought I was imagining his answer. His head was down. I knew it was hard for him to open up to me, but I could see that he was trying. I wanted to ask more,
“Baby girl, I’ve never seen these designs before,” Damian said three days after we moved to the suite. “They are my new designs. You will be the first to wear them.” I glanced at him while hanging the shirts and dresses in the wardrobe. I had asked my assistant to send all the new designs. They arrived a day later, and I had them laundered so we could wear them. “I’ll be the first? So Cole hasn’t worn these designs yet?” He shifted through them and picked one up. “No. I’m not going to send him any too. Do you like them?” I asked him as I finished hanging them. “I love them. I love the cuttings and the materials. The colors are a bit much for me, though," he said as he wore the one he had picked up - a bright green shirt. I frowned. This newest collection was more colorful than the ones before. I chose bright colors, especially for this collection.
I woke up to the sound of someone pounding on the door. “Damian, someone’s at the door,” I mumbled onto his chest. “Let them be, Baby girl. They will walk away soon.” He nuzzled his nose at the top of my head. “Damian, open the fucking door. NOW!” A female voice shouted with the continuity of her rapping on the door. Damian froze before quickly donning his silk pajama pants. “Shit. What is she doing here?” He left me in the bedroom to open the suite’s door, and I could hear them shouting at each other. “Where is she? Where is the fucking slut?” the woman shouted. “Clarissa, what the fuck are you doing here?” he shouted back. I quickly wore one of Damian’s shirts and went to check what all the ruckus was about. I opened the bedroom door and stopped as I saw a beautiful woman. She was slender, tall, and
Uncle Chow seemed to know about me. When Damian told him my name, he said 'the famous Katarina'. Damian hesitated before answering me. “Everyone who’s close to my family, or me, knows about you.” I was shocked. “What do they know? What did you tell them?” “I didn't tell them anything, but.. I changed. My friends knew the reason is that I was, still am, in love with you. They knew that I was waiting for you. The rest knew through Rai’s family,” he said softly. I was the reason Damian changed? Wait.. The rest knew through Rai’s family? Oh God, they knew I was Rai’s, and they also knew that I was in love with Damian. I must have a bad reputation. Damian sensed the change in my mood. “Baby girl, what is it? Are you okay? Talk to me.” “Damian.. They knew about Rai and me. And they knew about you and me?” My breathing grew heavy. What would they think o
Two weeks after the incident with Clarissa, we moved back into the villa. It looked like nothing had happened there. The windows, glasses, TVs and the broken furniture looked as good as new. Damian was having a quick meeting with the general manager and left me alone in the villa.I was putting our stuff into the master bedroom’s wardrobes just after lunch when I heard someone pressing the bell of the villa. My body stilled for a moment. Was it Clarissa? Would she come back again after Damian told her to stay away? I decided that if it were indeed her, I would be the one to ask her to stay away. I knew about her and Damian, I didn’t need to be afraid of her.“Wait a minute,” I called out as the ringing continued. I went to answer the door, but the knocking stopped. Did the person go away? I opened the door to make sure.. and froze.There was a man there, shirtless, talking on the phone, with his b
“Baby girl, do you want to go anywhere today?” Damian asked me after we had lunch.I reached out my hand to take the lollipop he was sucking. It was cute to see a man like him eating a lollipop. But he swatted my hand away playfully. I rolled my eyes at him. He was so possessive of his lollipops.“No, I don’t think so. Do you have plans for today?” I answered his question as I sat down on the sofa.“My friends are here. I want to introduce you to them,” he said as his body settled beside mine on the sofa.“Your friends?” I was surprised. We had never introduced our friends to each other.“Do you not want to meet my friends, Baby girl?” He frowned.“No. I mean, I want to meet them; I was just surprised.” I smiled and gave him a peck.
So dear readers,It’s true when I told Damian that this story is not about Rai and me, and me and Damian. This story is about me and Damian, from the moment we knew each other through texts, up to our happy ending.Of course, I was very blessed to know and fall in love with Rai. He is still my greatest love and my worse heartbreak. He was gentle and had never hurt me, well, except maybe when he was jealous of Frank and when he saw Damian and me together. He was the perfect boyfriend and forever will be my greatest love.Damian is the love of my life. He gave me strength, and he made me strong. So what do all my lovely readers think? Do I deserve to be with Damian after everything we’ve been through? Or am I too weak for him? I’d like to think I deserve to be with him since I love him so much. But what do you think?And I have just begun to read his POV. It seems interesting. Let me show you a bit of it. It starts off with him canceling his engagement with Clarissa.•••“Uncle, Aunt
Damian and I were lounging on our bed as per usual before we went to sleep. He was reading on his tablet while I was browsing through the internet.I heard his heavy sigh, saw him put his tablet on the bedside table, and he suddenly pulled me toward him abruptly, holding me tight in his arms.“What happened?” I asked him. It felt like he was afraid of losing me, that I would leave him.“I just finished reading your journal,” he mumbled against the top of my head.Ohhh.. That’s why.I pulled back from his tight embrace so I could see his expression.“Why are you sad?” I asked him.“I was such a dick to you, wasn't I?” he asked with a self-deprecating smile on his face.“You were.” I nodded and pretended to agree with him. “And still are sometimes.” I laughed.“But you are my dick,” I added with a teasing smile. I saw his self-deprecating smile turn into a smile of amusement.“I can't believe I put you through so many troubles.” He pulled me back into his embrace and sighed.“It’s all
I walked into our bedroom and saw Damian walking out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped lowly around his hips, looking as sexy as ever.I had just finished putting on little Luna to sleep and was tired. I quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower, exiting with only a tiny towel covering my petite body.“Baby girl, come here,” I heard Damian’s voice and turned to look at him.I had to swallow hard, looking at the vision in front of me. My handsome and sexy husband was sitting at the edge of the bed, butt-naked, and he was stroking his huge cock that had hardened. I swore I began to get wet just by looking at him being so hot.I went stand in front of him, and he yanked my towel away from my body, leaving me as naked as him.He pulled me forcefully to him, and I sat on his lap, straddling him. He kissed me long and hard without warning, leaving me panting when he withdrew.“You’ve been taking care of the kids. Now it's time for you to take care of your husband,” he husked ou
“You are home, Baby girl,” Damian said as he glanced at me. It had been three months since our wedding reception, and I was quite busy most days. I had to manage the Castilles Hotel, my clothing business, and also the sanatorium I had built with Damian to help people who needed free psychological consultations.I had that idea when I had been kidnapped and found Luna, the girl who had accompanied me, had died. At first, I wanted to build an orphanage for abandoned children, but as there were too many of them, Damian suggested we build a sanatorium instead to help those who had traumas like us. With helps from his friends and connections, we now had more than twenty psychologists and psychiatrists to help us.Today was a tiring day after visiting the sanatorium. The patients always loved to talk to me, and I gladly accompanied them until it was time for me to return home to my family.When I reached home today, I found Damian in the nursery holding our little girl, as he always did.“
I was standing in front of the massive double door, waiting for it to be opened. Today was our second wedding reception.Yesterday was our first; the guests were families and close friends. Damian didn't follow the conventional wedding reception where we walked together down the hall toward the stage. Instead, we all stood on the stage with mist covering us from the guests. When the fog disappeared, I was surprised. The ballroom was turned into what looked like a huge ice kingdom. I should’ve known from the color of my gown and his suit - silver and white. My gown was of A-line shape yesterday, and I had a high crown on my head. I felt like a queen of the ice kingdom. The ladies of our main families wore lighter shades of silver, including Rai’s mom, Cecilia, my mom, my sister-in-law, and even little Luna. The men wore suits in the same lighter shades of silver too. We stood on the stage with Damian holding little Luna in his arms while I held little Rai’s hand.My mom, Rai’s parents
It had been there months after our wedding, and we were having breakfast together. Little Rai was still asleep, and we didn't wake him up since it was the weekend.I was sipping my tea, and Damian was sipping his coffee. Life after marriage was blissful. We had no more fights, and every day was filled with happiness, love, and laughter.“Damian, I have a gift for you,” I told him as I placed my teacup on the table.“Is it inside the box on your lap?” he asked with a smile.I had brought the surprise for him and placed it on my lap throughout our breakfast. Now that we had finished eating, it was time for me to give it to him.I picked up the box and slid it across the table to him.He opened it and looked confused as he picked up the long and thin thing inside the box. “Positive..” he murmured. I kept quiet and had to stop myself from smiling or laughing.His head suddenly snapped up, and he looked at me. “Positive?” His confused looked turned into bewilderment.“Yes.” I couldn't hid
“Pu-Punish me?” He stuttered.I smiled with feminine pride as I saw him close his eyes, grit his teeth, and breathe heavily. Only I could make him feel this way.I lay down on his side, aligning my body with his, with one arm and leg across his taut body, my finger playing with his nipple.“Tell me what you want, Damian.” I breathed into his ear.“My tongue?” I asked him as I licked his ear.“My mouth?” I asked him again as I sucked his neck.“Or my.. tight little cunt?” I ground my wet pussy against the side of his body.“Baby girl.. Please,” he begged me.I loomed over him, teasing him, placing my lips just inches away from his.“Choose your poison, Damian.” I grazed his lips lightly with mine and licked his bottom lip.“Your tight greedy cunt! Please, baby girl. Please.” He said as he began to tug his hands to free them from my made-up chain.I chuckled again. As can be expected from my sex god.“Are you sure, Damian? Are you sure you want me to punish you with my cunt?” I asked as
Our Holy Matrimony was held two weeks later in Bali, at the place where Damian ‘proposed’ to me when we acted for my campaign. It was set to end during sunset.The decoration was simple and minimalistic, with glass lanterns filled with candles and pampas grasses creating the path down the aisle. The chairs were wooden with white pillows. There were rattan lanterns hanging above us. At the end of the aisle, there was a circle wedding arch decorated in the same pampas grasses. Everything had a rustic feeling about it.There weren't many guests in attendance. Only my parents, sister, brother, sis-in-law, and nephew were present from my side. Cecilia and Damian’s stepdad were the only ones present from his side. Other than them, Max, Marco, Nick, and Jack were also present.I was wearing a dress I had specially designed. It was a short dress just above my knees with a small sleeve and V-neck made from lace cotton. I waited with batted breath at the back while Damian, who was wearing a wh
When I woke up, I knew it was nighttime. Damian was nowhere to be seen; he must be downstairs. I quickly wore his shirt and took a small black box containing the black diamond ring I had pretended to throw last time and a necklace with a black diamond pendant for little Rai. He always wanted to wear similar things as Damian, but since a diamond ring is too risky for a little boy, I opted for a pendant instead. I took both the ring and the necklace out of the box and held them in my hand.When I went out of the bedroom, I heard the sound of the piano and little Rai and Damian’s laughter.I went to the staircase and realized that all the lights had been dimmed. As I walked down and to where the piano was situated, I was surprised to see so many red rose petals scattered on the floor and so many candles of all sizes being lit up.Damian and little Rai were playing the piano, wearing black suits with white shirts underneath. “Umm.. Is there a special occasion?” I asked them and tried to r