One Last 21

Chapter 21
Irene’s POV:
“Damien, what the f****k are you doing there?” I yelled, quickly grabbing the nearest clothing I could find in the closet and pressing it to my chest, covering myself up.
“I am doing the exact f**ng thing you expected to happen after that teasing show you performed downstairs, my lovely wife,” he answered, still swirling the wine in the glass cup. His tone was laced with confidence as if he was in the right.
Tonly teased you back after you did yours. Or are you not playing fair!” I raised my eyebrows at him, but all he was doing was gazing hard at my lower body.
The curves, the lacy panties, my s****d legs, my waist..
He kept ogling and swirling his drink.
“This is fair,” he answered without looking at me..
My face was up, not down. He had no shame in expressing his lust after my body with just those hard gazes.
“Nah, I was almost naked. My boobs were out and even now you are ogling.” I retorted, feeling both annoyance and something else I didn’t want to acknowledge.
“Trene. He called, finally lifting his gaze to my face, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” He winked, walking closer to me with alustful glint in his eyes.
“But it’s quite sexier than before. You’ve gotten hotter, wifey. He reached where I was standing, and I almost dropped the t- shirt I ended up grabbing to cover my chest, but I was still fighting these crazy and betraying desires.
I shouldn’t be feeling them. They shouldn’t be a part of me.
“You want this, right?” He asked, wrapping his hand around my neck in a chokehold manner.
“No, I don’t, I lied. My heart was thrumming, my body was slightly quivering for more of his touch.
I want Damien. But I don’t want Damien.
F***k my heart and body not agreeing to the same thing.
“Are you sure?” He leaned down and airily whispered into my ear
I moaned instead of replying with words because I felt like my tongue could betray me. It could say what I deeply want but refuse to succumb to those fiery desires.
“You should use your words because that sounds like a yes.” He said, locking his gaze with mine. Entrapping my soul with just those dark gazes, like a stormy wave, the emotions hit me. I want Damien. I need him.
But I don’t want that.
“No, I don’t.” I managed to croak out, and he instantly unwrapped his hand around my neck, chuckling to himself, and took a sip of his wine, walking out of the room.
But why was my body aching? Why did it crave the warmth his hand around my neck gave me? Why was everything that controls my emotions betraying me this evening?
I need to get out of this hazy mindset. It was just because it’s been years since I’ve had sex. It has to be the reason.
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My reason for craving Damien wasn’t because of my past feelings. It’s because he’s the closest male in my life right now.
“Come back down, wifey. The evening is still young. We need to drink more and talk.” I heard him shout, and my head suddenly hurt a bit.
Because how am I gonna survive this night without giving in, without surrendering?
I rushed to the bathroom and had a cold shower. I needed something chilly to tone down the heat in me.
After the shower, I took the biggest t-shirt I found hanging in the closet. It looked like a knee-length dress on me after wearing it.
With enough prep talk to myself and chiding, I trudged my way downstairs.
I will drink and go to bed after talking to Delores and Charlie. That’s it. Nothing else.
“Steven just messaged me. He said they are just leaving the venue Damien said to me as he saw me walking into the living
room area.
“Oh, okay, So I should be able to speak with them soon.” I acknowledged, taking my seat far away from him,
The goal is to avoid any temptation.
“Yes, you should. He nodded. ‘Does Charlie understand that I’m now your husband, and technically his stepfather?” He asked. And at the mention of ‘Stepfather, my heart sk***ed a beat.
almost forgot the other situation about Charlie and Damien. And I hope this marriage doesn’t reveal things.
This is why I need to leave Miami soon. Once all this charade is over, I should leave immediately.
“He doesn’t really understand. And I’ve not really explained it to him either. But he’s a cool boy. He will be fine.” I replied, grabbing my glass cup and pouring myself the wine.
I needed it more now.
“That’s good to hear. And we’re already buddies. So, we should both be fine. Damien said with a smile.
And a slight pang hit my chest. Was I being too cruel for not letting him know about his son? Was I depriving my son of a son-father relationship?
I couldn’t help but question my decision.
But I didn’t have to drown in such thoughts when I remembered the danger that was still lurking around. Eva
Eva is capable of coming after me and my son. The fire incident was still being investigated. But I can’t overlook her being the suspect at this point.
Because she was ready
y to make me freeze to death in that cold room.
“Can I ask you a personal question? I’ve been curious.” Damien said, shutting down thy train of thought.
“You can ask. But there’s no guarantee of a response.” I replied, drinking more of my alcoholic wine. And the way I was rushing it, the buzz was beginning to get to my head.
“How did you have Charlie?”
Damien must have considered that a question. But to me, he just dropped a bomb.
Tm sorry, but that’s too private to share. I got on my feet and walked towards a painting that I’ve been eyeing since I
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stepped into this house
My drink was in my hand and I tried to focus on the painting, not the ticking time bomb my mind had created due to that question
“It’s okay. I am not going to pester you for an answer. I was just curious. The boy looks a lot like you. And most times, boys look like their fathers.” Damien said from where he was sitting.
And all I did was hum and sip my drink with my back towards him as I kept staring blankly at the painting. Nothing was coming to mind about what the art could be depicting.
Silence enveloped the room, and if a pin had dropped I would have heard it.
But I didn’t let the quietness faze me. Instead, it pulled me into deep thoughts until I heard the familiar baritone voice behind me, causing me to jolt in sheer surprise.
“Oh! don’t be scared.” I heard him chuckle from behind me, his hands holding my shoulders firmly.
“I wasn’t. I was just surprised. I didn’t hear your footsteps.” I replied, trying to calm my racing heart.
I wasn’t sure if it was racing because of the surprise or because of his hands on my shoulders.
“It’s because you were lost in the art of emotional painting. What did you feel from it?” He assumed and asked. If only he knew I wasn’t feeling the painting but balancing my thoughts.
“Nothing. It’s just colours on a woman with widened eyes, I stated, mostly because I wasn’t a big art fan. So, even if I was staring, I still wouldn’t feel it.
“Okay, I will tell you,” Damien said, his voice tinged with excitement
He leaned down so his mouth could be close to my ears. Mistake. But I didn’t stop him.
“It’s the colors of lust and pleasure that emanate from a woman. Look at her eyes and you’ll see for sure that she is experiencing a full-blown pleasure,” He explained, but the air following his words fanned my ear and neck, igniting the flames I’ve been able to douse in the shower.
Fuck
“Oh,” was all I could say, especially when I was beginning to feel tipsy.
And all tipsiness births is horniness. ** it,
“Damien, you’re intentionally torturing me, right?” I asked without hesitation.
“Why did you say that?” He asked.
1 downed my remaining drink, turned around, lifted my gaze, and looked into his
eyes.
“You know what my body wants. Yet, it seems you wanna drag it for as long as you can.” Lisoldly said.
“Well, dear wifey, I only follow the words of the mouth. Not body language and lustful eyes like yours.” He replied with a wide smile.
And I knew what he just did. I have to make the decisions. And even the universe knows just how badly I want this man standing before me right now.
So without hesitation, I blurted out the words that were from the pit
“I want you, Damien. Just f***g f**k me already.”
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