All Chapters of My Always, My Forever: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I looked at my wrist. It was bruised. I didn’t know that my wrist was bruised, but since Damian mentioned it, I could feel that my wrist was tender. I didn’t want to say anything, afraid that it would somehow strain their relationship.   “That bastard! I will punch him for hurting you. That’s not a way to treat a lady.” He said angrily, standing up so fast to go to Rai.   I quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him down, preventing him from going to Rai.    “Don’t. Just let it be. Please stay here with me for a while longer. I don’t want to be alone right now.” I pleaded. Damian asked if I was sure. I told him yes.   After some time, Damian told me it was time to leave the room.   “You’ve been here for four hours, Kat. And Rai should have calmed down by now. I actually brought Frank to meet Rai to clear the misunderstanding. He should’ve known the truth by now. F

The next morning, I woke up feeling better. Rai was not in the room, so I went downstairs to search for him. I saw him sitting on the sofa with Damian. His shirt was unbuttoned, and Damian was touching his chest. I wondered what they were doing. “Morning, what are you guys doing?” I asked. “Apparently, someone stabbed himself with a letter opener last night,” said Damian. Suddenly I remembered what happened yesterday. I quickly moved to Damian’s side to see the wound. “Oh my God, a letter opener can do that?” I asked, horrified, looking at the small but gaping wound. “If he used enough force, then yeah. The wound is not deep, but I think he’ll still need stitches. I’ll go to the hospital with him.” Said Damian. “No, I’ll go with him,” I told them quickly. I looked at Rai and said pleadingly, “Please, let me go with you.” “Can you drive by yourself, Rai?” Damian asked. Rai nodded, and I went along with him. *** We arrived at the hospital, and the nurse asked what had happened

Reaching the hotel and walking toward the ballroom was nerve-wracking. I felt insecure again, thinking that I wouldn't fit in. Rai sensed my insecurity and squeezed my hand, reassuring me that I had nothing to worry about.Nearing the ballroom, both of them put on their masks. Damian helped me with my mask while Rai took my hand. Damian gave me a once-over, shook his head then took my other hand. Now I was in-between them, each hand in the crooks of their arms. Rai was on my right, and Damian was on my left.“God saves our souls,” Damian muttered under his breath as we stepped into the ballroom.As we entered the ballroom, all eyes were on us. And I meant all eyes. I was nervous as hell. I looked at Rai, and he smiled, saying, “Don't worry, Princess, just smile. And you look perfect.” I just nodded and smiled, following his order.I turned to Damian and saw him flashing his most dashing smile toward ev

The following day, I went down to a sight I’d never seen before. Rai and Damian were making breakfast. They were talking and joking around. I’d never seen them interact this freely before, especially Rai. He was so different from the day when we first met. “Morning, boys.” I made my way to Rai. “Morning, Princess.” He circled my waist and kissed me. “Morning, Kat.” Damian threw some flour at me. “Hey!” I protested, walking toward him, intending to punch him. Just as I raised my hand to beat him, he caught my hand, twirled me around, picked me up by my waist, and held me with my back against his body. “Damian! Put me down!” I shrieked, wriggling, trying to break away from him, but of course, it was a feeble attempt. Damian laughed, and I looked at Rai for help, but he was laughing too. These two, I thought. “Rai!” I glared at him. Finally, he came at us, still laughing. When he reached out his hands to get me, Damian stepped away so Rai couldn't get to me. “Fight me for your pr

One morning, I woke up to the feel of someone licking my lips repeatedly. “Rai?” I asked as I opened my eyes. Rai was kneeling beside the bed, holding a puppy close to my face. I sat up and squealed. “Rai! Oh my God, you bought a puppy!” I said excitedly. I reached out my hands to hold the puppy, and Rai gave it to me. “I’ve wanted to have a puppy for so long, and when you said you love puppies last time, I decided to buy one. It was just delivered a while ago.” He grinned as he looked at the puppy licking my face. “Pom, right? White color? How old is it?” I asked him, laughing as the puppy tried to run around the bed. “Yes, she’s a teacup Pomeranian, pure white color. She’s two months old. I have the certificate. Here it is.” He gave me the cert. As I checked the birth certificate out, Rai took the puppy and held it against his chest. I saw that it was of a Thailand champion bloodline. I knew that a Pomeranian with a champion bloodline cost more than USD1000. I looked at the p