Chapter 13

Immediately he exited the restroom, I let out a small breath to steady myself. My knees were weak and I was still horny but I walked to the mirror, leaned against the bathroom sink and stared at reflection that was staring back at me, flushed cheeks and trembling hands betraying the storm inside me. What had I been thinking, agreeing to one last encounter with Damien? Or, better yet, what was I not thinking?

I was glad he’d been interrupted. Glad that nothing had happened. I didn’t understand how I lost every bit of self control I had everytime I was around him. My body has betrayed me once again and my thoughts were all over the place. But now that he was gone, I was set on remaining focused.

I had only one reason for coming to the dinner party tonight, a mission I couldn’t afford to backtrack on because of my lust or Damien’s sexy body or anytime else. I opened the the tap and poured come water on my face to wake me up and get every last horniness out of me before turning around and walking out of the restroom.

I followed the same steps I had taken before I had lost my way and walked up the stairs. I got to the top floor bit it was eerily quiet and dark, I was happy it was empty because I didn’t have to fear running into anymore. Most of the employees and guests were downstairs enjoying the party and chatting away. I silently moved along the floor, making sure not to cause a noise or alert anybody.

I slowly but steadily made my way to the room where more important files were kept. The door wasn’t locked- careless, but convenient. I slipped inside, closing it gently behind me. The office smelled faintly of leather and expensive cologne, a stark contrast to the chaos I knew Ryan embodied. I began rifling through his desk, scanning files and notes for anything incriminating.

After a few minutes of futile searching, I wanted to give up when a finder that was hidden between two compartments caught my eyes. I was just about to take it and go through the contents when I heard a sound.

It was the faint creaking of the gooorboards that led to the office I was standing in.

My heart fell into my stomach and I froze in place, I held my breath as the footsteps became even louder. The room started feeling small and I was suffocated, I said a small pray and hoped th person would turn around and go away.

But my prayers weren’t answered, the door slowly opened and Ryan walked into the office, his shadow looked dangerous and merciless under the dim lights.

“Why are you here when the party is downstairs?” He asked me in a low voice, his voice had a dangerous edge to it and I swallowed nervously.

I stood up, using my body to hide the compartment where her folder was stored. “I could actually ask you the same thing.”

He narrowed his eyes and cocked an eyebrow at me smugly as he walked further into the room. His eyes clouded with lust as he looked at me from head to toe. “I’ve been watching you ever since you walk through the door tonight. You’ve been socializing and talking to everyone which you don’t do on a normal day. And now, you’re here alone in the dark age shaking around. What are you really up to, Amanda?”

“I don’t need to tell you anything,” I replied him, my voice was steady despite my shakiness and I was pleased with myself.

His lips curled up into a smirk and a wicked expression appeared on his face. “You’re stubborn and that’s what I like about you. But I really think it’s time you stop acting like this, Amanda. I know you want me just as much as I want you.”

I was disgusted and I visibly recoiled. “I would never want someone like you.”

His smirk disappeared and the main look on his face was replaced with anger. “Don’t you fucking lie to me,” he growled as he walked closer to me.

I stepped back and tried to get away from him until I hit the wall and I real ithad nowhere else to run to. I started panicking when he kept walking closer to me. “Stay away from me, Ryan or you’d regret it,” I threatened but my voice was shaky and my fear was obvious.

He didn’t stop, instead he walked even closer to me with a wicked smile on his face.

When he got to me, he grabbed my hands and held unto them tightly as he leaned into me. His breath was hot and it smelled of alcohol, a shiver of disgust crawled up my skin and I tried to break free from him. “Why aren’t you running that your smart mouth now, huh?”

“Let me go!” I shouted, struggling against him.

But he was stronger, his weight pressing me against the desk. My heart started beating faster as fear coursed through me when I realised what he wanted to do to me.

“No!” I yelled as I struggled against him. “Get off me!”

He pressed his hand to my mouth, trying to silence my cries and screams. Tears poured down my face as I kept on struggling against him with all my strength in desperation to get away from him.

I bit his hand and he pulled it away so I let out another scream that was louder than before and it echoed through the empty hallway.

Footsteps. Fast and heavy, pounding up the stairs.

Ryan stopped, pulled himself away from me and turned to look at the door. I could see panic flash across his face as he pushed me away and ran out of the door, disappearing into the darkness.

A minute later, the door burst opened and I started crying again because I thought Ryan had come back. But when I looked at who was at the door, it was Damien and he rushed to me with an angry expression on his face.

“Amanda,” he called my name in a soft and calming tone, his voice filled with urgency. “Are you okay? Who was it?”

But I couldn’t reply, I couldn’t even move from where I was. My body shook uncontrollably as I was still crying and in shock.

When he realized I wasn’t going to answer, he gently carried me bridal style and I rested my head against his chest, crying into it. “I’d take you home,” he said not I still didn’t reply.

I held onto his shirt as I cried even harder and my body kept shaking. I felt safe in his arms but I still couldn’t get over what had just happened.

Damien carried me out of the building and into his car, he sat me down in the passenger’s seat and makes sure I was comfortable before he walked to the other side and got in. His hand was on my lap throughout the drive to his house, rubbing it in circles and trying to calm me down.

When we got to his apartment, my crying had reduced a bit and he helped into his house. He placed me down on the couch and walked away from me. I thought he was tired of seeing me ugly cry but he came back with a glass of water in his hands.

“Take, drink it.”