"Betrayal and infidelity are the only things I can not forgive. Are you guilty of any of ?" I implore.
"Infidelity, no. I can never be unfaithful to you. That would be a stain on my and dignity," he says.
Good! So, it is betrayal, then? What did he do?
"Betrayal? Not exactly. But it depends on how you see the whole thing."
So, it is in a way betrayal, huh? What? What happened? "Explain," I mumble, feeling of soothed by his words.
"It is a long story. I will have to explain everything from when I was born until this ." Does that mean it is not all about me? Maybe the complications of his life?
Just like mine. We are twins in a world of complicated creatures. If that is the case, he is being a drama king for nothing. Or maybe I think this way, probably I still don't know the root of all this. "That will take us a whole day, which we 't afford right now," he says.
"So?" I implore.
"We will talk it out over dinner tonight. Is that alright?" he pleads.
That idea itself makes me twitch with enthusiasm. Dinner, huh! And listening to his . I am all so looking forward to that moment. "Okay." I bubbly chirp.
As he leans in for a kiss, his presence envelops me like a warm embrace, drawing me closer to him. His lips, sweet like honey, ignite a fire within me, and his pheromones swirl around us, heightening the intensity of the moment.
Seconds turn into minutes, yet time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the dance of our lips. Each kiss is a revelation, a testament to the depth of our , as if we are experiencing the passion of our first kiss all over again, or savoring the bittersweet taste of what could be our last.
I find myself lost in the sensation, savoring every moment as if it were a precious to be cherished forever. There is a hunger in his touch, a longing that mirrors own, and I can't help but succumb to the magnetic pull between us.
But even in the throes of passion, a faint voice of reason whispers in the back of my , reminding me of the reality that awaits beyond the confines of his car. With a sigh, I pull away gently, biting his lower lip playfully as our eyes meet in silent .
The grin that spreads across his face is infectious, a reflection of the unspoken that binds us together. And smile boadly like two idiots who just a point they had missed for eternity.
"Your kisses are sweet, but..."
"I get it,” he cuts me off, his grin spreading further. “We should go inside before we we have loads of work waiting for us on our desks."
"Yeah," I whisper, licking the evidence of his kisses from my lips.
"Let's go," he says.
As we gather our belongings and step out of the car, hand in hand, I can feel the of curious stares following our every move. We walk with purpose, the image a confident, inseparable couple, and it's impossible not to notice the whispers and glances that trail in our wake.
Upon entering the lift, the question that has been lingering in the back of my mind spills out. "You are not afraid of people gossiping about us?" I inquired, my laced with a hint of concern.
“About this?” he turns to me with a mischievous grin, his lips seeking mine in a kiss. My hands are full, burdened with my handbag and laptop, leaving me to push him away. Pressed against the wall of the lift, his touch sends shivers my spine, igniting a firestorm of desire within me.
I am lost in the sensation of his lips on mine, the world around us fading into as we share this stolen moment of intimacy. Despite the prying eyes and gossip that may surround us, I can't bring myself to care. Not when I am by the intoxicating allure of his kisses, not when every fiber of my being for him in this moment.
For now, all that matters is the electricity that crackles between us, the undeniable that binds us together, and the fierce desire that burns within our souls. Let talk. Let them whisper. As long as I have Damian by my side, nothing else . Besides, it is high time the world knew that we were in love.
"Let's see if even a single soul will dare talk nasty behind their boss's back," he says, me one more kiss before pulling away.
Great! I was beginning to tremble. "Yeah? You have instilled so much fear in them," I .
He shakes his head. "It is not fear, but respect. If I don't make them respect me as their , what sort of boss will that make me, huh?"
Well, a boss that no one will respect. A boss that no one will fear.
We get out of the lift, and the first thing that catches my attention is the new face the reception desk. Well... I drag my eyes to Damian to ask for an explanation, I meet with his eyes. "You fired her?" I query.
"If anyone doesn't respect their boundaries, I don't keep them a minute longer. She overstayed her stay. And you asked me to fire her; she did not last a second ," he winks with a sweet grin.
Well, the arrogant bitch deserved the karma. I have no sympathy for her whatsoever.
The cruel world can screw her to the core, for all I care.
A kiss snaps my mind back from cursing that whore. Jeez! Right here? In the open this? In the middle of all the people getting out of the lifts and strolling in the ?
"Aren't you misbehaving in front of your employees and business partners?" I ask he pulls away, my cheeks heating up with rissiness. This is sweet but somehow .
"Since when did kissing my fiancee become a crime, huh? It is not like I am licking nipples or kneading your sweet butt in public."
Well... well... Damn that thought! Damn him for being a sweet jerk!