Chapter 27
Irene’s POV:
“Irene has agreed. You can drop the statement.” I heard Damien tell Steven as we walked into the lounge. Charlie had fallen asleep and Delores‘ attention was consumed by the new comedy show playing on the Television.
Steven, who was busy staring at Delores instead of the TV, hurriedly looked away and got up as he heard Damien’s voice.
I was in no position to even judge anyone or make any teasing comments when I had just succumbed to Damien’s siren soul. There was nothing no one else could tell me, but he must have been a siren in his last life that made him a master at controlling my soul to bend to his will.
Because how did I end up receiving another mind–blowing orgasm from him without much refusal?
I had woken up this morning and had planned to beat myself up throughout the day. But if Damien wasn’t being sweet, then he was being sexily alluring.
And I knew for certain that I was officially in deep shit. Damien was slowly interweaving with my life once again. And I can’t help but feel weary of the Deja Vu moment that will soon explode in my face.
All of this feels surreal and wrong. But I was powerless against the strong force called Damien Chad.
“Oh, that’s good.” Steven’s reply to Damien snapped me back from my thinking stupor.
“You should take this as a well–deserved vacation.” Delores chimed from where she was sitting. I must have been so lost in my thoughts to have noticed when she muted the show.
“When should we leave?” Damien asked and came to stand beside me. His musky scent filled my nostrils and caused me to feel a certain need, I quickly walked to where Delores was sitting and sat beside her.
What in the actual fuck is wrong with me?
“Let me go through some details and I’ll get back to you,” Steven replied and began making some calls. And it was then I saw Delores watch him walk out of the lounge.
“You like him?” I asked straightforwardly.
“Why did you ask that?” She questioned me back, her thick accent sipping through her words as if she was trying to get defensive.
“Because you both won’t stop looking at each other. Especially him.” I answered, but my voice was low.
“Well, I’m attracted to him. However, he hasn’t said anything. All he does is look at me.” She replied and I nodded, I didn’t want to dig further than what was obvious.
And I think Damien can also see it. I noticed how he had been teasing Steven all morning during and after breakfast.
And suddenly, at the mention of food, my stomach growled.
“I’m going to go prepare lunch,” 1 announced, looking at where Damien was supposed to be sitting, but he was gone. Maybe he went to join Steven for the planning and preparation of the honeymoon.
“Why did you guys take so long?” Delores asked, wiggling her eyebrows at me again.
“Nothing!” I exclaimed defensively.
“Uh, that sounds like something.” She pointed at my face which I felt was heating up, “You are even blushing.” She added,
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chuckling at me.
“I am not blushing. Stop making things up. Delores Xavier.” I chided her, but she kept laughing while pointing at my face.
“I’m going to go prepare lunch.” I shook my head at her and walked out of the lounge, heading to where I suppose must be the kitchen.
“Hottie wifey!” I heard Delores hoot in a whisper, but I knew with my heavily blushing face, that I shouldn’t look back so she wouldn’t make fun of me.
Getting to what I assumed was the kitch Damien already making sandwiches.
the door was not open, so I pushed it open and entered the kitchen, just to find
“Wifey, how did you know I was here? Don’t tell me you are already missing me?” He asked with a sly smile. And my already blushing face would speak volumes that I didn’t intend.
But I can’t help but recall how he had just red
my world in a sensual way.
“Oh wifey, you are blushing.” He pointed out and I hurriedly clasped my hands over my cheeks.
“I’m not blushing. The Air conditioners are just producing chilly air. I only came here to prepare lunch. I explained myself as if there was any reason to do so.
“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I can sort out the lunch. Just go relax.” He said to me with a wink, but I suddenly felt my stubborn side coming forth.
“No. You should go and relax and I will handle the lunch.” I replied defiantly, shutting the door behind me and walking further into the kitchen, going to stand beside him.
‘Going to dig your own grave, uh?‘ My internal self had questioned from a rational point. But I was all about making him know that the orgasm didn’t wreck me to the point where I couldn’t even make a simple lunch like sandwiches.
He chuckled and stopped what he was doing. And in a swift move that I didn’t see coming, he wrapped his right arm around my waist and pulled me flush against his clad body.
“Are you trying to prove a point?” He whispered to my face that I felt could as well become as red as a tomato at this point that it was heating up.
“N–no… I just wanted to help.” I stuttered in his firm and fierce hold.
“Are you sure that’s all?” He asked as if he could see through me with a smirk etched on his lips.
“Ye- yes.” I mumbled, feeling like it was difficult to talk all of a sudden.
“Well, I actually don’t think so. You need an appetizer for lunch and I would have gladly made you kneel till you suck me to climax. But we can’t.” He said those words like they were so innocent and were not supposed to have an effect on my poor soul.
I almost blurt out my deepest desires that were created by those words that I would go on my knees and suck him till ecstasy plagued his entirety.
But he beat me to it by saying, “I’ll do this instead.” And he captured my lips and kissed me sweetly and passionately. Uncontrollable moans emitted from me rapidly and I was craving more of him. Maybe I could do what he also wanted. I just needed to keep the door locked and make sure he kept it quiet.
But somebody else beat me again to the door.
“Do you need help, Irene?” Delores asked as she simultaneously opened the door, catching us in the act.
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I tried to pull apart bur Damien held me tight and kept on kissing me. He didn’t give a damn about Delores.
“Ooops. Sorry.” She said and left, shutting the door.
And normally, I’d have bitten his lips just so he could let me go. But I didn’t. All I did was return the passion as if I’d been starved of a lip–locking action for ages.
What was actually wrong with me?
Why can’t I take a fucking stand and stand firmly on that ground?
“Enough.” I groaned into the kiss and pushed him off.
“Enough of this. I want to believe it’s lust that keeps clouding my mind and makes me keep giving in to all of these. But one thing is for sure, Damien. I do not want you.” I said firmly.
But it was a lie.
“So I hope you take that seriously and stop making these advances towards me. I don’t want it. And I don’t fucking what you.” I said sternly.
But it was all a big fat lie.
“I will leave you to make this lunch,” I said and tried to leave the kitchen, but he grabbed my hand and held me back. His eyes were full of hurt and I couldn’t help but feel bad.
Perhaps, my words were harsh.
Perhaps, my words hurt him. But I was looking after this broken heart that was stitched up and still managed to be beating in my chest. I should protect it and protect myself from any form of threats like Damien Chad.
I shouldn’t allow this to keep happening.
I shouldn’t give an opening for Damien to come in again. I should stick to the purpose of this marriage and nothing else.
“What do you mean, wifey?” He asked.
“Don’t call me that. Stop calling me wifey, It will make this seem real and it’s not. Once all the chaos dies down, you know I’m going to go back to Los Angeles with my son. So don’t call me that again.” I replied to him.
“Why are you suddenly putting a barrier between us? Thought we were both equally enjoying what was growing between us? And I promised you a fresh start. A new beginning because I’m no longer that man that divorced you. I love you, Irene. I fucking do, so please don’t do this to me now.” He expressed, holding my hand more firmly with pleading eyes that almost melted my resolve.
“I don’t want a fresh start with you. Let’s just keep this professional.” I said, jerked my hand from his hold, and walked out of the kitchen before I looked back and changed my mind because of the expression he might have on.
“Girl…” Delores started, wanting to tease me but I ignored her and walked out.
I just told lies to protect my heart, and not to allow history to repeat itself. So I was not fine, neither was I in the mood to play.
Stepping outside the house, I sat on the step and allowed the afternoon breeze to engulf me. And calm me.
“Irene, you did the right thing,” I said to myself.
“You absolutely did the right thing.”
