"There is a corner of my heart that is yours. And I don't mean for now or until I've found somebody else. I mean to say that whether I fall in love a thousand times over or never again, there will always be a small quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you."
~ Beau Taplin......I still remember the first time I laid my eyes on both of you. Unbeknownst to me, our first meeting would change my life to the point of no return. I was caught up in the whirlwind romance you both gave me. Never imagined a bittersweet story that I thought only existed in books and movies would happen to me.Just when I thought I was never destined to be happy, both of you appeared in my life.But who would have thought that it would lead to my greatest love and my worst heartbreak? My always and my forever? You, whom I thought would always be with me forever, and you, whom I thought would just be a friend to me. Why did I have to fall in love with you too when I was in love with him? Why did I have to fall for both of you? But then everything changed. Just one day, one dreadful day, was all it took to change everything. My heart broke so bad that I thought I would never find happiness again if I didn't end up with you. Why did you have to leave me all broken? Why did both of you have to lie to me? If I had known.. Maybe everything would not result in this. The tragedies, the heartaches, the feeling of abandonment, the traumas, and every mental illness that came with it.Until now, I still cannot believe it. All I know is that I still love you, and you, and will always love the both of you, no matter what.But if I can't be with you, I can't be with him too.. or can I?You, my angel, were always so forgiving. You told me I should be with him, but did you ever think about the guilt I'm feeling? Would it really be alright for me to be with him? To end up with him? Am I really allowed to be happy with him?I'm not strong enough to be with him, to be his strength. All I could be is just a burden to him. I am really selfish for wanting to be with him, am I?You, will you let me stay by your side despite all my traumas? Despite my being so weak? Despite all the hurt and pain that I have caused you? I don't want to be a burden to you, but I can't let you go too. What kind of woman am I? If I beg you not to let me go, will you stay? Am I even allowed to beg you to stay by my side?After all the things that we had gone through together, do I still deserve my happy ending with you? Or am I really selfish?I don't really know. I'll just let the readers decide. So, here is the story of us.It all started while I was participating in an event for my clothing line. I was just about to take my lunch when suddenly I heard someone calling my name.“Hey, Kat.” A woman’s voice called me.I looked up and saw my friend from my Melbourne day, not a close friend, though. Oh yes, I spent a few years in Melbourne for my Bachelor’s Degree.We chatted for a while, mostly about my clothing line, her sons, and how great her husband was. She told me about all the wonderful things her husband did for her and how her husband always bought expensive things for her.I was not so impressed by her life - not because I came from a well-to-do family, but because I was not one of those girls who loved to be given expensive gifts, though I was happy for her.A customer then came to my booth to check out my clothes. I went to my customer and chatted with her.When I’d finished serving the customer, I went back to my friend. I saw that she was thinking about asking me something, and I kind of knew wh
On the day of our date, I fussed around, not knowing what to wear. What should a girl wear to meet an attractive guy? And at a high-end mall, moreover. I ended up wearing a dress that made me look slimmer and high heels. At least I wouldn’t look so bad compared to him, I thought. But boy, how wrong was I. I arrived earlier than him and chatted him up, informing him that I’d arrived at the mall. Waiting for him was nerve-wracking as it had been quite a long time since I last dated.As I seldom went to the mall of his choosing, I told him that I would wait for him in front of the Chanel boutique. We were supposed to meet in front of a restaurant to have lunch, but I got lost in the mall. I couldn’t find the restaurant, so I gave up and just waited for him in front of the Chanel boutique as my feet started to hurt. Yes, I was terrible with directions that I could even get lost in a mall. It would take me at least twenty times visiting a place for me not to get lost in that place, depen
On our third date (which consisted of Damian, Rai, and me), they asked me to help them shop for formal clothes. Apparently, they needed to go to a party, an upper-class party, in a few months. So, they’d still be here for a few months, I thought happily. I loved spending time with them.We went to the Dior boutique, and they seemed at ease in the store. They knew what looked good on them; they even knew their clothing sizes in Dior’s sizing.As I waited for them to change, I looked around the store, admiring all the beautiful bags that were on display.“Kat, come here. Tell us how we look.” Suddenly I could hear Damian’s voice calling me.I made my way to the huge mirror and froze. They were both wearing suits and white shirts with the top four buttons unfastened. Their suits were unbuttoned too! Damian’s suit was deep dark navy blue, while Rai’s suit was all black.Damian had both hands in the pocket of his trouser while Rai was adjusting his cuff. I had never in my entire life looked
Before I could comprehend what their secret look meant, I realized they thought that I wanted the bag. Damian was already asking the SA to wrap it, and Rai was ready to pay for it.“Damian, Rai, no. Oh my God. I was just joking. Please don’t buy it for me. Thank you, but you really mustn’t.” I told them hurriedly.“Are you sure, Kat?” Damian asked me again, making sure of what I’d said.“Yes, Damian. As I’ve said, I’ll buy it myself if I want it. Thank you, though. And you guys shouldn’t be that easy on spending money for girls you have just met. There are many gold diggers, you know.” I looked at Damian, then Rai, somehow advising them on the basic information they should have known. They seemed like easy targets for gold diggers, and I pitied them.I noticed Rai was staring at me with a stunned expression. I went to him and asked, “Something in your mind, Rai?” to him. Something about me? I continued in my thought.“Ah.. no. I’m sorry, it’s just that you are the first.” He smiled his
Around two weeks after our first date, something changed. We had just finished having lunch, and Damian was paying the bill, when suddenly Rai talked to me or at least tried to talk to me at first, awkwardly. He wasn’t the calm, collected Rai that I’d known for the last two weeks. He was even more awkward than when he had asked me to choose his belt at the Hermes store.“Ummm.. Kat?” He asked.“Yes, Rai?” I looked at him.“Umm..” He looked so awkward that I thought something was wrong with him.“Are you okay, Rai? Do you need something? Do you want me to call the waiter?” I asked, worrying about him.“No, it’s not that. I just.. Can I have your phone number?” He gave me his phone, and I could see that he was blushing.He looked so adorable, being awkward and blushing just to ask for my number that I couldn’t stop the enormous grin that appeared on my face.“Of course, Rai. But now that you have my number, I expect you to call me daily.” I told him as I put my number on his phone, teasi
One day, Damian asked me to hang out at his place. I went to his house, and the first thing I noticed was how huge his house was. I knew that he lived in an elite part of the city, but I didn’t realize it would be this massive. There was a swimming pool, a jacuzzi, a grand piano and all. I wasn’t the type to be easily impressed by wealth, but his house was quite impressive. A maid ushered me to the living room but told me that Damian wasn’t there. So, I sat down in the living room and chatted him up. Damian apologized for not being here, his business affair took longer than he anticipated, but he told me that he would come back as soon as possible. He asked me to wait if I wanted to. I sat there, contemplating whether to stay or go home when I heard quick footsteps approaching me, and Rai appeared. From what I could see, he had just finished showering. His hair was wet, and his shirt was unbuttoned. Oh, and he wore glasses, adding to his sexiness. I was a sucker for guys wearing glas
I still remember our first kiss and the first time we made love. It was around two months after we met. As usual, Damian wasn’t home, so I spent my time in Rai’s room, watching tv. Rai loved to hold me. He told me we were like two pieces of puzzles that fitted perfectly together, and he loved to caress my face. He also loved to tuck my hair behind my ear - that was his signature move. I loved being spoiled with affection by Rai. That was when he asked me, “Princess, can I kiss you?” I was stunned by his question. No one had ever asked my permission to kiss me. He was the first. I somehow managed to look into his eyes and whispered, “Yes”. Gone was the Rai that was gentle. He pulled my head back suddenly and kissed me deeply like there was no tomorrow. It was raw, passionate. I couldn’t breathe due to his kiss. He groaned and said, “Gosh, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for as long as I can remember, Princess.” His lips left mine just to utter those words before possessing mine again
“Rai?” Damian’s voice asked from behind the door. I held my breath, not knowing what to do. Should I answer? Should I open the door? Should I keep quiet? Did he know? Did he hear us? Would Rai want Damian to know about us? “Rai?” Damian’s voice sounded again, accompanied by another knock on the door. I decided to stay quiet, hoping that he would go away. It would be embarrassing to be caught by Damian. I sighed with relief as I heard his footsteps receding away from the door. “Oh, no,” I mumbled as I exhaled. I wanted to stay with Rai, but I was parched from all the moaning, and there were no water bottles in the room. What should I do? I groaned at the thought of having to face Damian after having sex with Rai. I quickly kissed Rai, and tried to find my dress, and groaned again as I remembered that Rai had ripped it off. I searched for something to wear and ended up wearing one of Rai’s shirts. I didn’t bother searching for a bottom since the shirt was long enough to cover my na
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