Chapter 13
Irene’s POV:
“Who is she?”
“Is she your mistress?”
“Why are you kissing her when tomorrow is your wedding?”
“Perhaps, are you cheating on your bride–to–be?
“Tell us who she is and what you are doing here with her?”
There was no pause with the loads of questions that the reporters were attacking us with. There were no brakes, no space to breathe or even think of a word to say to them.
The flashes of the camera blinded me, I couldn’t see any of these crazy crowds of gossipers, yet they were capturing Damien and me continuously without stopping.
They could see us through the lenses of their cameras in 4k resolution.
Stuck in the spot I was standing, I felt the urge to scream at them to shut the hell up.
But I couldn’t do that. All the courage I have and always using to challenge Damien was unable to handle the swarms of reporters at the doorway.
The only thing stopping them from coming closer to us, surrounding and suffocating us, or choosing to tear us into pieces of flesh were Damien’s bodyguards and the security men in the grand hall we were using for the wedding.
Because these sets of paparazzi were wild and inconsiderate, they would surely do anything just to get their answers and fill up the blog websites and newspaper companies.
“Nothing is going on here. Please, respect our privacy.” Damien shouted above their voices, it sounded like a growl that was capable of trembling the earth beneath our feet.
“What privacy? She must be someone very important. Tell us who that woman is!” One very bold reporter demanded as if he had the authority to do such an invasive thing.
“I refuse to explain anything if you don’t respect our privacy. And you all could be sued for this invasion of privacy. I am capable of shutting each and every one of you down.” Damien threatened.
And I couldn’t help but wonder who had let them into the venue Who told them that Damien was stuck with a woman in the Cold room? And who opened the door for them?
“And we’ll make up our stories too. Another female voice shouted before they began to slowly disperse.
Damien’s threat worked.
But somehow, I still felt as if this was just the beginning of trouble. As if I wouldn’t be ready for what’s to come.
That thought alone made my heart thump in a weird way.
“Hey, Irene,” Damien rushed back to me with a big blanket once the security men had successfully made all the reporters leave.
“Are you okay? That must have been shocking. He said, covering me up with the blanket over my shoulders.
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I couldn’t feel any cold when terror was slowly seeping into my system like a gas leak wafting into my nostrils, causing a different kind of shiver to run down my spine,
“Yeah, I’m fine.” 1 lied. I’d rather say that than tell him my real fears.
I had let myself get lost in the feelings of the past, and passionately kissed him as if I could pour out all my emotions into it. And that was a mistake.
We shouldn’t have kissed. It wasn’t the only option we had to keep ourselves warm. Yet, I indulged in something I shouldn’t have done
So I would rather get out of this situation before things get worse,
Tomorrow is the wedding. And once it’s over. Charlie and I will leave. And everything will be over.
Everything will be just as it should be. Damien will be once again and finally out of our lives for good this time.
“Are you sure? Because you look pale?” Damien persisted, holding my shoulders and guiding me out.
“It’s probably because we stayed in the Cold room for a long while.” I answered as if I was so prepared to tell lies. “Follow me Damien commanded, as if he could see through my lie, and pulled me in a different direction that was not towards the kitchen, where Delores must be waiting for me.
“I need to go see Delores. And pick up Charlie from school.” I said, halting in my tracks.
Til send someone to Delores. She can handle all of that. “You need care Irene, Damien insisted and continued pulling me along.
“But I need to go. And there’s Eva. I can’t handle her drama right now.” I pointed out my worries, but with a vehement shake of his head, Damien refused..
“Just leave everything to me, Irene. I will handle it.” He said and before I could argue further, I was pulled into a room.
The moment the door locked, he pulled me into a tight hug and pressed my head to his chest.
“I know that must have been scary. Being locked up. And then the paparazzi. So don’t pretend to be strong right now, Irene, I need you to relax and let me take care of you” He said, still hugging me.
And I didn’t know when my muscles relaxed and I let out a sigh of relief. My eyes got teary, thinking of the bad things that could have happened if we weren’t rescued.
“That’s it. Let it go.” He soothed me, patting my back softly and patting my hair down.
I was melting in Damien’s arms. The arms I should detest being wrapped in. Yet, I’m sighing with closed and teary eyes, calming down in those same arms.
After some minutes of silence, he pulled away slightly and carried me to the bed, gently laying me on it.
My heart began to beat erratically as I remembered this was the same way he had carried me on our wedding night and consummated it.
He was not going to try having sex with me, right?
And if he were, I would instantly reject him, right? Because I wasn’t sure if in this hazy mindset, I could say no to Damien trying to give me pleasures only he had been able to give me all my life.
He is the only man who knows what I look like beneath my clothes. I gave him my a everything. Made them seem as if they were merely anything.
all. My pride as a woman. Yet, he crushed
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Damien did break me But–I believe I’m no longer that broken woman of five years ago. So why should I find it difficult to say no to him if he tries to do anything with met
Why am I suddenly losing focus? Why am I losing control of the wheels of my decision?
“Take some rest. I will be back a few hours later with food and water. And I will meet up with Delores myself to take care of Charlie. So don’t worry, everything will be fine.” He said, and peeked my head. He used the blanket to cover me up to my
neck.
Even though his words were reassuring and sleep was slowly taking over my body, I still saw worry lying beneath his blue
orbs.
Damien is worried. But why am I concerned?
“Are you sure everything will be fine?” I slurred out as if I was drunk.
“Yes, Irene. I will make sure everything is fine. So sleep, the heater is on.” He assured me with a smile and pecked my head again, before slipping out of the room.
At least, that meant he had no other naughty intentions towards me.
And as sleep was about to completely take over me, I remembered the paparazzi.
Exactly what will they publish about Damien and me?
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