"Baby girl?"; I heard Damian's voice as I was chopping shallots in the kitchen.
I glanced at him and smiled.
"What are you doing, Baby girl?" he asked in disbelief and.. suspicion?
I rolled my eyes. What does he think I'm doing in the kitchen?
"I'm turning this kitchen into a meth lab" I told him as seriously as I could manage.
The look he gave me was more than enough to make me laugh. He looked horrified! Does he really think I'm going to run a meth lab?
I laughed. "I'm making us breakfast."
"You are cooking?"; I could still hear the disbelief in his voice.
"Of course, I'm cooking. Now shoo. Take a shower and join me here after that" I told him without looking at him, continuing to chop all the other ingredients.
I never enjoyed cooking at all. I hated the strong smell of garlic, shallot, a
It had been a week since I dreamt about our little boy, since I could feel again. If I thought being able to feel again was great, I couldn’t be more wrong about it.I had nightmares about those monsters every night. Luckily, I didn’t scream or trashed around in bed because every time I woke up, Damian was still sleeping soundly beside me, with his arms holding me close to him.It was all for the best. I didn’t tell him that I had nightmares every night. I didn’t want him to worry. He was making sure that I wasn’t traumatic, he did everything he could to make me feel loved, to make me happy. I couldn’t burden him with stories of my nightmares.We still hadn’t talked about what happened to me during my kidnapping. He didn’t ask me about it, and I didn’t tell him about it. He might have known or had an idea what those monsters did to me, I was sure of it. I knew from Ma
When we saw the psychologist. I told her how I was able to cry now, how I wasn’t feeling detached from the world anymore. I could feel, but it led to nightmares. I also told her about the time when I felt Damian’s friends were the bad guys. Lastly, I told her about the way I felt about my scars.Damian was always there when I went to see my psychologist or psychiatrist. He was always in the room with me, listening carefully, without saying a word except if they needed me to do something, then he would ask questions to make sure he got everything right.The psychologist told me that it was great that I could feel again. To be honest, I wanted to yell at her when she said that. Great? Everything that happened after I could feel again didn’t feel great at all! I kind of wished that I was still unable to feel because then nothing would matter. I could accept everything that had happened to me. I could even accept my scars. But
We couldn't keep our hands or lips off each other during the drive home, not caring that Paul was there. It had been more than six months, and we were hungry for each other.The silence inside the car was filled with the sound of our wet kisses, my moans of his name, and his groans of mine.I unbuttoned his shirt and roamed my hands all around his body - his smooth, soft yet hard skin felt hot under my touch. My mouth sucked his exposed skin, marking him as mine.He didn't take off my clothes, but his hands roamed around my body through my clothes. He pinched my nipples roughly through my clothes, and I arched my back. His mouth sucked the crook of my neck, marking me as his.When we reached the hotel, my hands shot to button up his shirt, but he got out of the car before I could do it, pulling me with him. His hair was messy from how I ran my hands through them, and his shirt was unbuttoned. He look
I woke up with a jerk of my body. I looked around and was relieved when I saw my surrounding. I was in the villa. My mind replayed the scenes that had happened before. I was horrified to think that I had pushed Damian away. How could I have mistaken Damian for the knife-man?Suddenly, out of the corners of my eyes, I saw a figure lying down on the floor two steps away from me. Fear started creeping up on me again. Is he a bad guy? Does he have access to the villa? I cowered back further away to the wall and tightened the blanket over my body, but then I saw his face - it was Damian! He had worn a pair of pants, and I realized I was still naked, and he had draped a blanket over my body. Thank God he didn't let me escape and grabbed hold of my body when I was trying to get away, or I would've run away naked!I crawled hastily to him and saw that he was lying so still. Why is he lying down on the floor? Why is he so still?
“What's on your mind, Baby girl?” Damian suddenly asked as we were watching a series on Tv the next day. I loved relaxing like this, me leaning against his shoulder with his arm holding me tight. “Just how much I love you.” I lifted my head to look at him and gave him a smile. He chuckled. “I love you too, Baby girl. Is that all you’ve been thinking about? You’ve been quiet all day.” His expression turned serious. “How much I love you and how lucky I am to have you,” I told him again, smiling softly at him. He looked deep into my eyes and sighed before turning his gaze back to the tv. He knew I had lied to him, but he didn’t say anything. Of course, my words were all true. I loved him, and I was lucky to have him, but that wasn’t what I was thinking. I still think of what happened yesterday. It disturbed me that my PTSD extended to the way that I couldn’t have sex with
“Ding dong.” The bell rang as we were watching tv the next day.Damian started to stand up to get the door, but I touched his hand, preventing him.“Let me.” I said before planting a kiss on his hand and standing up to get the door.Just as I stepped near the door, my leg ache and I nearly fell down. I reached toward my scar to massage it while looking back at Damian. I was relieved that his gaze was still fixed on the tv. I didn’t want him to know that sometimes my leg still ached, or that sometimes it made me limp or even nearly fell down because of it.Dr. Neil said it was chronic pain. My leg had fully healed, but sometimes it might still ache. As I had stated before, I didn’t mind the aches as they only lasted for a few seconds.I went to the door to open it and saw Max.“Max!” I grinned at him and wrapped
My mind was jumbled up. What just happened? Why did Max kiss me?I turned toward Damian and expected him to scowl at me because I didn’t push Max away, but he was smiling softly at me. I rolled my eyes. I really didn’t know how men think.“Damian, your hand,” I said suddenly, realizing that he had injured his hand.I led him to the dining room and tended to his wounds. I plucked each shard away, carefully, and gently from his palm, disinfect the wound, and applied some ointments before bandaging his hand.“Damian, what were you guys talking about? Why were you angry toward each other?” I asked him.“He loves you and wants to protect you,” he said with an irked tone.I laughed softly. “Don’t Marco, Nick, and Jack feel the same way too?”“He loves you more, Baby girl. D
“Baby girl, I’m home.” I heard Damian’s voice from downstairs just as I finished showering.I quickly ran downstairs to greet him, throwing myself at him, circling my hands at his waist.“Welcome home, Damian. How was the meeting?” I asked him as I tiptoed to graze a kiss on his lips.“Just like any other meetings.” His hands went around my body, but he looked troubled. His brows knitted together, creating lines in-between them.“Is there something wrong, Damian?” My hand reached toward his forehead, smoothing the lines there.He shook his head and placed our meals on the dining room table, stepping away from me.“I’m going to take a shower first, Baby girl.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead and left to take a shower.I took the boxes of food to warm them up, as
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