"So, am I forgiven?" Damian speaks in a soft whisper, disregarding my questions, and
I am not mad at that. With time, I want to believe that my curiosity will be quelled.
He has promised, and I will hold on to that hope that someday, soon, he will be able open up to me.
"Mmh, no, because you added a crime on top of one," I fire, faking a serious face.
He cocks an eyebrow, his face frowning with unawareness. "And what could that be?"
He shows me his beautiful puppy's eyes.
"Why did you have to bring a bar into my house, huh? You know I detest that shit!" I , and he smirks.
"I know. Sorry for that too, babe. You see, I desperately needed to speak to the one only Miss Riccaford, and that shit is the only thing that could make me dare you you kicked my ass out of your office."
Ah, I see.
"Since when did you become so afraid of me, huh?" I cross my hands over my chest. I find that amusing, and I can’t explain how I am able to hold back the . Is he afraid of me? Since when?
"Since I knew who your father was, I never would have imagined anybody daring a with so much power as Mr. Riccaford. I just realized you are the perfect match your father, and that, Ellie, scared me to my bones. I need some strength to face ."
Perfect match! I also don’t know how I found the courage to do what I did, but I am I did it. Maybe I really am my father’s match. After all, an apple does not fall far its tree, right?
But, wait. The way he speaks of my father, it is as if he knows him too well. Have met somewhere? "You speak as if you know my father so well. Do you know that much?" I state, shifting in my posture to gaze at him properly.
He gives a genuine broad grin as he speaks, wiggling his head once, "Who in this doesn't know your father, Ellie? It is like asking me if I know the president of country. Or someone like Ngugi Wa Thiong'o, he explains so easily, but still, I drawn in.
“Is my family, precisely my father, really that famous?” I implore.
“He was once in politics, and that boosted his fame, not to mention his vast, growing of hotels that reaped him an emblem in the list of the top most successful and business gurus in the country. We are in the same industry, to say the least, so
I know him just like I know my other competitors. I am sorry to say this, but I wish my hotels to be successful like his someday."
And so, my father happens to be his role model now? Wow!
I flickered my eyes a few times as the news sank in. "Wow! I didn't know my autocratic father is an idol to some people out here." I'm just pulling his . Who wouldn't want to be as successful as the far-famed Richard Riccaford? He made me fall in love with the career he chose for me. Meh!
"Nobody knows about his vices as a parent, Ellie,” Damian says, looking at me with and pity. “People know about his thrives in business and leadership. The would probably crucify you if they learned you defied him. He is that refined aspired in the eyes of society!"
Simple and strong. The bittersweet truth of my life. I perfectly understand what he . I get that picture so clearly. Flawless and influential. stainless! That is what father is to everyone in society. When he was in politics, he even received an as the most polite and hard-working governor in the country. He was crowned
‘the man for the people’ in the county he led back. His works still speak volumes for , even today.
Oh well. If only they were aware of the extremes he would go to to keep up his reputation and cordial relations. If only they knew that his career and image before even his only child's life and happiness... What a terrific guy he is, tsk!
"Why don't we stop talking about our problems, huh?" He cups my face, perhaps after I was sulking. "You are becoming sad, and I don't want to see you sad." He my cheeks.
"You nonetheless want to stick around me? I mean, you know who I really am." I , and he smiles.
"I want to be the lucky star to shine for this beauty. When, or if, your father shows up, will face him together."
Huh? That is quite deep! He will fight for me. As in, he will help me fight my father?
"Together?" I had to emphasize.
"Mmh. You and I, because I don't intend to spend even a single day or night without , Ellie Marrie!"
Is that a vow?
My lips are sealed with a wet kiss, which I couldn't resist. Our lips lock. I detest , but I think it tastes a bit different in his mouth. He draws away after a short , keeping my face in his arms.
"I know you hate alcohol, so how about you help me scour off this scent and taste in shower so that I can kiss you sweet and right, huh, baby?"
That sounds delightful. He knows way too well, but he is missing a point here.
Alcohol tastes sweeter in his mouth, honestly. But I cannot tell him that because I ’t want to encourage him to keep drinking.
"Okay. Will you sleep here?" I ask as we walk up the stairs to my room.
"Do you want me to leave?" He implores.
Sha! Why would I when we have so much to make? I don't even know how fast I was for these two days without him. Only now that he is back with me do I realize how lonely and dead inside I was. And should I expect him to leave?
CHATER 99
MAKING UP
Not in a million years. Not in this life or the life to come. "No. And you just made a . I will hold you to that," I say as he kicks the door of my bedroom open, me in first. He locks the door behind us, and he starts undressing.
The abs, huh, and that mind-charming v-line! God help me!
His garments are instantly dumped into my hamper of dirty laundry, leaving him in but his bathing suit. Dear, Lord! I immediately averted my gaze and my face from him. My lungs are being sucked dry by that sight. Ghosh! This place is far hot. And me, why am I blushing? Am I seeing his bewitching nakedness for the time? I thought I was so used to it. I even liked seeing him this way.
"Why are your cheeks red, huh, baby? You have seen me like this countless times."
He drapes me from behind. Huh, I know, but come on! I can stand his beautiful abs face, but this seductive meat stroking my bum between his legs, how can I? "You forgiven me for being an annoying dickhead, right?" He starts unzipping my , and I don't object.
They say that holding grudges is not good for the soul, right? And, oh, let nobody ask why I have not forgiven my father. That man is not sorry at all. He is still pulling the strings to get me. As for this guy here, he apologized. And who am I not to ?
"I have," My dress hits the floor, and I step out of it as he works on my bra. In a , I am being spun in a synonymous suit to his, and like always, he stands an away to idolize my body.
Gosh! My face is burning with redness.
He quits gobbling me with his eyes after realizing that I am blazing red with blush, an idiot or a sweet sixteen. He grabs my hand and leads us both to the shower, me to him as we wait for the water to heat. Too bad I don't have an exquisite like his. That would have been a better option. Soaking in the jacuzzi, resting with lemonade, talking about anything and everything. And well, get at it with sweet, naughty staff. That would have been a haven, but we can also make a little right here.
We get under the shower, and I love how the water soothes my skin as it runs down body. He pulls me to him, and I snuggle up more, wrapping my hands under his and his back. What a wonderful sensation! I can spend my entire life right here, this shower, and in his arms like this.
I was about to succumb to a slumber in his embrace, but he pulls me up slowly, me charge my face to him. He looks more charming with the water trickling him like this. A sweet charm.
"If you were to be given just one chance to meet your ghost fiance, what would you him?" He caresses my cheek.
What? How come he suddenly remembered that moron? Of all people? I would if it were Leo he mentioned, but that ghost? That creature that I never met probably will never meet?
I don't really comprehend why he has to bring up that jerk in the middle of a glorious like this, but I mumble the only truth etched in my heart. "I would send him to hell. Perhaps I would take just a moment of his pathetic time to tell him just much I despise him. My life is like this because of him, Damian." He closes his for a moment, then peels off his blazing eyes to gawk at me. He looks so for some weird reason. He perhaps realizes he didn’t have to bring that up.
I hoist my hands to his face, nuzzling his jaws gently. Like a baby, he closes his eyes savor the sensation of my flesh on his. "Damian," I whimper. The name just rolled on its own for no apparent reason. I am in love with his name, just like I live with .
"What about me, Ellie?" He peels his eyes, glaring at me, weakening my bones.
I begin to tremble as I think of everything he makes me feel, but this time, I don't feel about letting him feel me tremble in his arms. I want him to know that he is to me. How weak he makes me feel. How vulnerable I am in his presence embrace. He makes me feel this way.
"You?” I start with a faint but stern tone. “I am delighted I met you, Damian. You are more important to me than you know, and I feel a thousand beautiful things for . I... I... Damian I..." Okay, when did I become a stammerer?
I have a lot to say, but I don’t know why I can’t arrange my words and just let them out. I take in a deep breath, hoping it stabilizes my focus on what I want to say. I my mouth, but I mutter the annoying ‘Is’. what is wrong with me? Why can’t let something so simple?
My stammering is cut short by his lips sealing mine, pressing me so hard on him.
Between melting and trembling, I have to really clench onto his shoulders for support.
As our lips dance to the velocity of our desires. Under this shower, I feel so free and . Like nothing can ever harm me under the sun. I feel so new—like I have a new path, a new love and inspiration.
Do you feel the same for me, Damian?
"Da...Da...mian... Mmhh." I try to speak between our lips, but it's worthless. The kiss into a more heated one, and our hands can't stick to just one spot.
I don't think this is the time to speak. I don't even want to. I want this. I want to kiss all night, if possible. I can't fight something as sweet as this. I don't want to. To this boat we are sailing on takes us, I will willingly and wholeheartedly go,
Damian Almeda. As long as you are aboard.