All Chapters of My Always, My Forever: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Throughout the drive home, Damian kept his hold on me.. but was quiet. He didn’t say anything, not even a single word. I glanced at him, but his eyes were focused on the road, even though we were stuck in a traffic jam. I looked at the GPS, and it showed that we would be stuck in the same spot for another 15 minutes. I sighed and looked out the window.   My mind kept going back to what happened in dad’s office. I couldn’t believe that I could come just from a kiss. It had never happened before in my whole life, and I’d had my share of kisses. I went through a wild phase, just like any other person. No one had ever kissed me as Damian did, though. Even HE had never kissed me like that before.   I leaned back and closed my eyes, remembering our kiss. The way his tongue stroked mine, going around while his mouth sucked it slowly, just thinking about it made me hot. My hold on his hand tightened. I could feel his thumb stroking the back

Damian didn’t let go of my hand on the way home, and I felt a slight hope that he would open up to me. I looked at the time, and it was nearing 9 pm. Traffic wouldn’t be bad at this time of night, I thought to myself as I leaned back and closed my eyes. *** I felt two muscular arms scooping me up, holding me close. The sound of the car’s door closing and a door being unlocked. It felt good to be in his arms. My hands reached to his shirt, holding it tight as I burrowed my face in his chest. His body.. his scent.. This is what I want.. who I want.. Suddenly I felt myself being lowered, and my body hit a bed. “Good night.. Sweet dream..” I heard a man's deep husky voice, followed by the feel of soft lips grazing mine tenderly. “Stay..” My hand grabbed his shirt tighter as he was going to straighten. He seemed to hesitate,

The next morning, I woke up feeling quite joyful. I reached for Damian, but he wasn’t there. His side of the bed felt cold, as though he hadn’t even slept there. Could he not just wait until I woke up before he went home? I thought to myself. Disappointment settled in my heart, but I shook it off. I couldn’t expect him to love me again after only meeting me for two days..   But he made love to me. If he was still the same Damian as he was five years ago, then that meant he still loved me, didn’t he? I pondered about it for a while but brushed it away, not wanting to get my hopes up. I went to my bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I didn’t want to take a shower yet, still wanting to smell like him.   I opened my bedroom door and was hit by the delicious aroma of coffee. I went to my kitchen and saw Damian standing there with his back toward me, making breakfast. Gone were all the disappointments in my heart, replaced by warmth. He s

  I woke up alone in my bed the next day. Of course, I thought to myself. Just typical Damian now - leaving me after being gentle with me. I became irritated by him. I didn’t want to think about him anymore, so I just busied myself with work.   For the next few days, still no texts from him. I didn’t try to text him too. If he wanted me to text him, he should text me first. I knew it sounded childish, but I didn’t care anymore. I didn't want to be hurt by him anymore.   Six days had passed, and I still hadn’t heard from him. I was in my kitchen when my phone rang. I left my tea there and ran to get my phone. Guessed as much as I disliked him, I still wanted to hear his voice. I picked it up without checking who it was.   “Hello?” I answered breathlessly.   “Kat?” I heard Cole’s voice from the other end of the line. My heart filled with disappointment, but I decided to talk to him, hoping

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