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
Something about Damian? Could it be that she wanted to tell me about the reasons that made Damian change?I drew back from hugging Rai's mom and looked at her expectantly.She smiled softly at me and went to take my hands in hers."When Rai passed away, he left everything to you.." Rai's mom started her sentence, and I gasped at the information."Rai left everything to me?" I asked her, not believing it. I knew Rai was rich on his own, not from his parents, so to know that he gave me everything was.. shocking."Yes, dear. He wanted you to have everything.. Including his apartment in the US. Would you accept it?" she asked still with her soft smile."No.. I can't accept it, Mom. I can't.." I said as I shook my head. I didn't want Rai's money, apartment, or everything else he left me."That was what Damian told us when we first heard Rai's
Walking through the mall, many people told me how cute and handsome little Rai was and how he looked like his daddy, Damian. I guessed attractive men and children looked alike. We just thanked them, not even bohtering to correct them. Little Rai was so happy with all the compliments that he started to call Damian ‘Daddy’. I tried to tell him not to, but he was so happy that I couldn’t say no. Instead, I told him he could only call Damian ‘Daddy’ for today, and he agreed. Damian was also okay with it. Seeing little Rai and Damian happy made me happy too. Being with Cole, I was never this happy. He was just there at the right time, filling a void that Rai and Damian had lef