A NERVE WRECKING SURPRISE

CHAPTER 3:A NERVE-WRECKING SURPRISE.

*DAMIEN*

I hate helping anyone out.

I always minded my own business but when I passed by and saw her completely helpless.

Crying and helpless.

For the first time in my life,I wanted to help someone.

She's beautiful...

I've met a lot of women...all my past submissives are gorgeous but this woman is beautiful in a unique way.

I let go of her and moved back.

I'm not like this.

I even admitted to her that she's fucking beautiful.

This is just for tonight...after this...I won't feel so unsettled.

She started walking again but she wasn't quiet for long.

She told me all about herself even if I didn't ask.

She was in her sophomore year in college.

She boasted of how well she could paint.

She said she could draw me but I think she only said that to see if I'd take off my mask.

I can't take it off.

Would she still think I'm a good person if she sees that I'm Damien O'Connell?

Sometimes people found me to be painstakingly methodical to the point of irritation and others found me far too distant and emotionally detached.

When she had called me a good person earlier,for some reason,it touched me... deeply.

But she wouldn't think so if she knows that just few minutes before saving her,I had killed someone.

I had never felt regret for what I do but right now,I feel I shouldn't have been a killer....if she knows that,she wouldn't stand here talking and smiling beautifully at me... instead,she would run...she would run very fast.

I'm shocked to see the apartment building she lives in.

It was too fucking shabby for her.

She deserved better.

She deserved more.

And why the fuck am I thinking this way over some woman I just met?

"So this is it.Griffin.Will you take off your mask now?"

Why won't she stop asking?

"Are you a celebrity?C'mon no one is around,you won't be seen"

"I should better get going now"I retorted.

She sighed and startled the hell out of me when she hugged me.

For a heart-stoppingly moment,I thought I was going to shake but when no quaking occurred,I gradually relaxed into her embrace.

Maybe this is okay with clothes on.

I've never allowed anyone hug me since my parents passed.

But right now,it felt good to be hugged.

"You might think what you did for me was pretty insignificant but it's not.If you hadn't saved me, It's hard to imagine what could've happened to me.You're my miracle.Thank you,Griffin"

"Posso te ve de Novo?(Can I see you again?)She asked.

I don't know but I don't said anything either.

"Goodnight,then"She said.

"Goodnight, Nene (baby)"

And then,she smiled.

How could a person's smile affect me like this?

I turned around and walked away.

I am damn far away from my car.

That night, I couldn't sleep,I realized I should have let the police do their job.

I had other issues with my health that I should have paid more attention to instead.... like my lack of sleep,my panick attacks...my response to touch.

Seeing blood was thrilling...it always triggered sometimes within me but would Sophia think I'm a good person if I continue killing?

Can I actually be a good person?

"Sometimes,it takes few words of affection and encouragement from people to motivate us into the right track"James said to me when I finished telling him about Sophia after a month of not having the urge to kill.

"Do you really think you've overcomed your bloodlust?"He asked, needing to be sure.

"Just thinking of taking someone's life is repulsive to mention"I replied.

"Wow!then I should really meet this Sophia lady who could do when I couldn't do in years?"

"I never knew it was possible to feel this way,James.When I picture her in my head,I don't picture tying her up and hurting her like I do to my subs. I picture her smiling"

"Hmm...someone seems smitten"James cooed.

"I'm not, she's just unique.And I want to stare at her each day, I've been contemplating locking her up or asking her to marry me"

"Oh my!Hold your horses,Damien. I can't believe from a doctor.... I'm now giving you advice concerning women but anyway,listen...this is the 21st century.Everyone wants to marry for love.You can't just pop up to a woman you just met and ask her to marry you.Even if you tell her that you're Griffin...the guy who saved her.You still need to get to know her ....be friends...then you could migrate on going out on dates...."

"I'm not that type of guy and I don't do hearts and flowers"I snapped.

I can't imagine myself presenting flowers to a lady or quoting poetry or telling her she owns my fucking heart.

That would render me completely powerless.

I'm not going to act on my attraction towards Sophia.

She deserves someone who isn't as dark and twisted as I am.

But I still couldn't stay away.

I always made sure she was safe.

She had two of my bodyguards watching her without her knowledge.

I was more like a stalker now.

I was aware of when her mother died of cancer.

I had watched her at the funeral.

I never thought someone's grief could become my own too.

I eavesdropped on her conversation with her father.

His company wasn't doing well and he informed her that she had to drop out of college.

I saw how broken that had made her too.

It was my chance to do something for her.

After the funeral,I approached her father, Enrique and helped him in making his company global.

He agreed to let me pay for the remaining years Sophia had to spend in school.

I didn't like the way he sponsored her education.

I paid for a better apartment.... I bought her a car.

I made life comfortable for the remaining years she had to spend in school.

But she didn't know I did all that.

She thought her father had changed towards her and was now giving her everything she needed

I wanted her to think that way too.

Fuck knows she wouldn't have agreed to accept anything from me.

Enrique wanted to know what I wanted in return for helping him massively.

Truth was,I didn't know for now.

Three years passed after that.

And I sat admist the crowd at the auditorium.

Sophia was graduating today.

I watched,my stare completely transfixed on the woman who was in the center stage, giving her speech..she was representing her department.

I clenched my fists as they rested on my thighs,willing my emotions and my dick to stop trying to rule my actions.

Sophia didn't belong to me and she never would.

The shit I was feeling was pretty unwelcome for a guy who was known for not having any discernate emotions.

My reaction to Sophia anytime I see her was visceral,primal and I had no damn idea why I felt I needed to jump onto the stage,scoop her ass up and take her home with me.

Deus!

These emotions scares the shit out of me.

Even though,my eyes never left her,my mind started to work on exactly how I could get close to her but not too close.

My dick was protesting because it wanted nothing more than for me to get just as damn close as possible to her so it could lose itself in Sophia.

So I could lose myself in her too.

Buried deep.

Buried hard.

Surrounded by the moist heat that I instinctively knew would send me over the goddamn edge.

My body was tensed as I tried to figure how much of me she could take in.

Damn!

I've been fucked since the first time I'd laid eyes on her.

After her speech ended,someone helped her down the podium and they kissed, fervently.

At that moment,it was as if something flickered inside my head.

What the actual fuck!

I take back what I said that she deserved someone else.

There's no way I'll allow my Sophia be with anyone else.

It suddenly didn't matter if I was fucked-up.

It didn't matter if I've got a twisted past.

I could make her stay with me, willingly.

Women loves material things.

All I have to do is make her dreams come true.

I'll lay the world right down at her feet.

She has to become mine, immediately.

It seems I'll be paying Enrique a visit.

*SOPHIA*

When I got home that night,I painted Griffin with his mask on.

I badly wanted to see him again but there was no way I could find him.

I don't even know what he looks like.

But for many weeks, I had hoped that he might come to me...maybe see me again and tell me that we should get to know each other.

For sometime I believed he was my knight in shining armor.

Stupid me!

This is the result of reading too many romantic books.

For all I know,he could be married or have some twisted personal life.

Even though, I'll be eternally grateful to him,I chose to forget about him.

I lost my mom and at the same time,my jackass of a dad told me I had to drop out from college.

Lord knows how I got passed that day,he couldn't even wait to tell me after the funeral.

Even if,he had divorced my mom when I was 14,they had shared many years together.

Couldn't he at least feel hurt by her dismiss?

Just when I thought my life was falling apart.

He changed towards me...he told me I had no reason to drop out.

Hell,he made life highly comfortable for me.

His sudden change was suspicious at first but when he continued showering me with gifts.

I figured,maybe the death of my mom had touched him and he wanted to please her soul by taking care of me.

I met an incredible man who always sweep me off my feet whenever I see him.

Raul Dominguez.

I just graduated from college and after I can secure my own art gallery... our next plan is to get married.

Even if we've been dating for a year now,I know he's the one for me.

Raul works in a game company and he's pretty good at what he does.

I feel really blessed to have him in my life.

I sat at the easel in my apartment and stared at the blank canvas and looked out of the window trying to decide what to paint.

My phone beeped.

It was a text from my father.

I grimaced,I was expecting a call from him not a text message.

We're going to talk about my plans of opening an art gallery.

I stared at his text.

*I know you might be annoyed by what is on the newspaper but I had to do it for you.Meet me in my office in an hour and let's talk about it*

I'm confused.

I hardly read newspapers so what could be printed there that would upset me.

A loud bang on my door startled me.

I stood up and hurried off to open the door.

It was Raul.

"Hey,babe...."

"Damn you,Sophia!How could you?!"He thundered.

I swallowed,this was the first time,he had ever yelled at me.

"What's wrong...."

He tossed a newspaper at me. "You're getting married next week?"He asked, incredulously.

I laughed because I actually thought it was a joke.

"You find that funny? You've been leading me on.Making me think you love me as much as I love you but all this while,you were preparing for your wedding"

Okay.

I'm beyond confused right now because he looks pretty serious.

I looked down at the newspaper.

And there it was I was supposedly getting married to one of the most powerful Brazilian billionaire,Damien O'Connell.

Maybe it's another woman who goes by my name but my breath caught in my throat when I saw my picture.

I don't understand.

How can I be getting married?