I woke up alone in my bed the next day. Of course, I thought to myself. Just typical Damian now - leaving me after being gentle with me. I became irritated by him. I didn’t want to think about him anymore, so I just busied myself with work.
For the next few days, still no texts from him. I didn’t try to text him too. If he wanted me to text him, he should text me first. I knew it sounded childish, but I didn’t care anymore. I didn't want to be hurt by him anymore.
Six days had passed, and I still hadn’t heard from him. I was in my kitchen when my phone rang. I left my tea there and ran to get my phone. Guessed as much as I disliked him, I still wanted to hear his voice. I picked it up without checking who it was.
“Hello?” I answered breathlessly.
“Kat?” I heard Cole’s voice from the other end of the line. My heart filled with disappointment, but I decided to talk to him, hoping
I woke up with a feeling of contentment which turned quickly to disappointment as I saw that Damian’s bag was gone. Had he left me again? I stepped into my shower and tried to recall what had happened the night before. He said I was his. He was possessive and wanted us to go to Bali as soon as possible. Those were good signs, weren’t they? I didn’t know what I hoped would happen in Bali, but I was praying for good things. I brushed all things Damian to concentrate on what I should do before going to Bali. I would need to go to Rai’s parents’ place and sort out all my businesses, though I could still take care of my businesses through conference calls. It would be a good thing to go to Bali, though, since I could check the stores that carried my lines there. I stepped out of my bathroom and opened my wardrobe.. and was stunned to see Damian’s clothes. His suits and shirts hung neatly along with my dresses. I opened
During the drive, Damian kept his hold on mine except when we needed to stop because of traffic lights or jams. He would try to make my cleavage less pronounced, moving the neckline closer or pushing my breasts to the sides. “Stop it, Damian. You are going to ruin my dress and my breasts,” I told him as I swatted his hands away. “God saves my soul and every other bastard’s soul who’s going to ogle you,” he muttered under his breath as he stopped trying to fix my cleavage. I smiled at his words. They reminded me of the time when we went to the masquerade party six years ago. “What are you smiling at, Baby girl? Do you like putting me in this position?” he snapped as he saw me smiling. Instead of getting annoyed or angry with him, my smile widened into an ear-to-ear grin. I did love seeing him being this possessive. He suddenly pulled my hand and placed it on his crotch. Guess what? Oh ye
Damian parked the car in one of the spots marked ‘OWNER’ when we reached the cake parlor. He went out of the car, opened my door, and we headed to the parlor’s door. A waiter opened the door for us, and I could feel all eyes on us as we entered. I'd gotten used to attention whenever I was with Damian or Rai. They were simply too gorgeous, and with me being so small and them being tall and big, it wasn't a wonder for people to look at us. “Stay here, Baby girl. Don’t move,” he instructed suddenly and went back to the car. I was looking at all the cute, pretty little cakes on display when I felt my shawl being draped on my body. “Wear it.” He scowled at me. I had forgotten to take my shawl with me, and he returned to get it. My beautiful and powerful man was so possessive. I rearranged my shawl so it covered my shoulders and arms but did not cover my cleavage. He na
We were seated at Damian’s usual table once we reached the restaurant. Damian pulled my seat toward him, but not nearly as close as before, though he could still touch my knee. A few minutes later, we were joined by two elderly gentlemen. Damian made the introductions and referred to me as his girlfriend just like before. We all shook hands and took our seats as a waiter placed the menus in front of us. Damian and the gentlemen talked about some current political issues while I just sat there being pretty for him. When our food arrived, they started talking about their business while Damian’s hand squeezed my knee. I managed to stop my body from jerking. I remembered his words in the car and realized what he was saying was true. My body was anticipating him to touch me, and it was driving me crazy. I tried hard not to let emotions show, even when his hand started moving higher to my thigh. My heart was beating fast, my palms sweaty. Whenever his hand caressed
Reaching home, Damian quickly entered and went to the bedroom without waiting for me. I locked the front door behind me. I was putting my keys into the bowl I had specially placed near the door just for keys and saw that Damian’s keys were there. I smiled to myself. He felt at home here. I followed him to the bedroom and saw him inside the bathroom. He had drawn up a bath for himself. I didn’t know what to do since he was so silent during the drive back. Even though he didn’t close the bathroom door, I decided to wait until he finished before taking a shower myself. I opened my wardrobe to choose a pajama to wear when I felt his strong arms scooping me up. “Why aren’t you joining me, Baby girl?” He lowered me and began taking my clothes off before leading us to the bathtub. “I thought you didn’t want me to,” I said softly as I leaned against his hard body.
The next few days, Damian was distant. He pulled himself away for me. He was mostly silent, only talking to me if I asked him questions. Even then, his answers were always short and curt. I wanted to ask him why - why would he do that when he knew I was his? But I was too afraid of him pulling himself even further away. I didn’t want to think too much of the way he acted. He still stayed with me in my place, we still slept together, and he always cooked breakfasts for us.We would go to meetings together too, either to his or mine. He had synchronized our meeting schedules. Our days were mostly filled with meetings.Every morning, I always found him in my study, looking at our picture with the same pained expression. Sometimes I even thought I saw tears roll down his eyes. Did he miss Rai as much as I missed Rai? I hadn’t really thought about how he was feeling being left by his best friend. I was too busy with the way I felt tha
As for the past mornings, I let him have his own private moments in my study until he came to me. He never told me anything about it. I had a feeling he knew that I saw him looking at our picture, but he never asked me about it, so I kept quiet. It wasn’t my place to ask him about it. Rai, Damian, and I.. We all had our secrets, even five years ago. But we never pushed each other to tell those secrets. It was one of my many regrets though. I should’ve asked Rai about his secret. “Damian.. If five years ago I pushed Rai, or maybe even you, into telling me about Rai’s secret, would it change anything?” I asked him as he settled himself on the dining table. “It wouldn't, Baby girl. Rai wouldn’t have told you, and as much as I wanted to tell you, I couldn’t. I had promised Rai not to tell you,” he said matter-of-factly as he sipped his coffee. “I still wish he’d told me. I would’ve had more time with him then.” I sighe
“Hi, mom. So sorry, did we interrupt lunch?” I kissed Rai’s mom’s cheeks as we arrived. “It’s okay, dear. Leah is taking a nap at the moment. We have prepared lunch for you and Damian.” She kissed my cheeks back. “Damian, please put little Rai’s things in our bedroom. And do join us after.” They exchanged kisses. “Mommy!” Little Rai ran to me when he saw us approaching. I hugged him so hard that he wriggled away from me. “I’ve missed you, honey. How have you been? Have you been a good boy to grandma and grandpa?” I looked at him and kissed his forehead. I’ve missed my little boy so much. “I miss you too, Mommy. I’ve been good. You can ask grandma and grandpa.” He smiled boyishly at me. “Let’s eat and tell Mommy what you’ve been doing with grandma and grandpa.” I led him back to the dining table, kissing Rai’s dad’s cheeks 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