One Last 30

Chapter 30
Irene’s POV:
“What about you? Just say it straight and direct. How do you feel about me? What exactly do you feel for me?” He asked and I felt a pull deep within me that controlled my tongue before I gasped what was happening to me.
“I hate that I’m still stuck on you. That’s exactly how I feel. I love and hate you.” I answered honestly without meaning to be honest.
This is weird. I would never say that if I was myself. But at this very moment, I don’t think I can control whatever comes out of my mouth.
“Then don’t fight it anymore. Just allow me to show you a different version of me. Let me love you.” He said to me as he fully turned towards me. He cupped my cheeks and I sighed blissfully into his hold.
“I won’t fail you again. I promise you. Just give me a chance.” He whispered airily to my face and I slowly nodded, melting for those words he uttered.
And then he warmly merged our lips together. The moment they connected, I was literally hearing the fireworks going on behind me. I wanted to see those fireworks so bad, I wanted to see the colors and sparkles they displayed in the sky. But Damien’s lips were sweeter and more interesting.
I explored the corners of his mouth with my tongue and he did the same. Slowly the whiteness surrounding us suddenly changed to red as if the room was lit with red neon lights. The atmosphere changed and thickened with sinful emotions that I was ready to give in to.
I was so goddamn ready to be filled with Damien again as he thrust into me passionately and savagely. But I couldn’t feel that peak when I suddenly felt myself jerking up from a submerged-like state.
My eyes flashed open and I slowly realized that I had been dreaming as I glanced around the familiar room with my son still curled up on the bed, laying beside me.
“Damn it!” I cussed as I yank at my hair except I couldn’t yank it off.
“Why the heck did that happen to me? Why would I be dreaming of a sweet reconciliation with Damien? Why is my mind only occupied with him?” I questioned out loud, feeling as though putting a distance between him and me was a mistake. as if it was something I shouldn’t have done because my entire body craved for him.
But I will fight these feelings and overcome them.
Los Angeles is my new fort. And I’ll be returning soon with my son and my best friend.
Damien will once again become a chapter in my book. One that I will never visit again because there’s no reason to keep digging up the past or mingling with it.
After some moments of snuggling with my baby just to get away from those thoughts, I finally found my way out of the room and headed to the living area. Getting there, I saw Delores already making my pasta for breakfast.
“Good morning, Dee.” I greeted her and took a seat on one of the tall stools by the kitchen counter.
“Good morning love. It’s been a while since you called me that. Morning blues?” She questioned with a smile as she added some sauce to the pasta she was practically stir-frying with vegetables.
I nodded without saying anything. I watched her do her thing and tried not to let my mind deviate into thoughts I did not
want.
“What’s going on? We didn’t get to talk last night. But I know you know that I’m always here for a vent or a rant. Anything at
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all, just pour out your mind. She said, looking at me with those eyes that seemed like they knew my troubles without me uttering a word about it.
“I know you’re here for me. I’m just trying to see if it’s something I can work out by myself.” I replied, but honestly, I just do not know where to start with expressing myself.
“I know you, Irene, just tell me, and don’t keep it to yourself.” She persisted sweetly, still stirring the almost-ready pasta.
“You sure know how to drill me.” I playfully glared at her, “And I want all the scope about yesterday’s evening when I left you out with Steven.” I demanded.
“I have no skeletons to hide, my darling American diva. Just share your burdens with me already. Breakfast is ready!” She hollered.
“Serve ours. Charlie might prefer cereal when he wakes up.” I told her, and she nodded, getting to it.
“I don’t know what to feel about Damien. I know what I feel but, I’m scared that history will repeat itself. And it might hurt more than the first.” I began and she hummed, paying attention to me while serving our breakfast.
“I do understand you. But are you the same Irene as the one he divorced five years ago?” She asked. Dishing out plates of pasta and bringing them to the kitchen counter where I was sitting on a stool.
“No,” I answered. Helping her with the plates so she could sit next to me.
“So why do you think history will repeat itself when you’re no longer that same person?” She queried.
thought about her question for some seconds, trying to understand if anything could change just because I’ve also changed.
“I think this isn’t about who I am, but more about my never-changing feelings for him,” I answered, which is the truth. Because no matter how much I had hated him and my sister for the past years, I still couldn’t stop loving him.
The few times I had drank to a certain stupor during those bounce-back days, I still craved and loved him from a very distance.
Damien Chad is like a drug. And I’ve become so addicted to him.
far
“Mmmn, I understand you better now. So, your fear is, that if you allow yourself to open your heart to him, something similar might happen again and hurt you greatly because your feelings for him never changed?” She asked and I nodded.
“But has Damien himself changed to you? In your eyes, do you see any difference between the man who broke your heart and the man who is chasing after your heart relentlessly now?” Delores asked as she dug into her food.
The delicious aroma alone is distracting. But I managed to stay focused on our conversation.
“I can see a whole lot of difference. He’s soft and passionate. He sees me and adores me. He wants me and needs me. And he said he loves me. But something keeps singing in my head that it is all a plot. That there must be a hidden intention. I’m not sure if he’s totally over Eva. What if she comes forward with other things and manages to sway him again, then I’ll be left stranded and worse than heartbroken. Delores, those are risks I can’t take.” I explained to her, expressing my thoughts fully.
“But you also understand that life is all about taking risks. I am not trying to convince you to be with him or accept him. But all I’m saying is that this time might be different. This too might be real and might be everything you want it to be. So why not give it a chance instead of fighting it? And if it’s not working out, you can back out early on before you get too invested. That way, you wouldn’t be filled with the regrets of ‘what if”.” She explained her perspective and I could see reason in it.
But fear was a b***h. And pain was a parasite that feeds with the energy fear exudes. My past always glares at me. And it’s hard to overcome such a deep wound that I’ve been nurturing for years.
What I never imagined was to cross paths with Damien any time soon. I had thought moving away and starting a business
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that was far from his own section would further distance us.
But who would have known that I would be the caterer hired for his wedding with Eva, which eventually then became his and I’s wedding? The crazy twist of life.
“Let’s just see. I’m not so certain about anything now. But I appreciate your input.” I smiled at her and finally took a forkful of the pasta she made.
“God, this is so good. Creamy and tasty. What the-” I moaned in delight. Closing my eyes and appreciating the art of cooking. How the ingredients had all blended well and complimented the pasta so well.
“I missed my Italian mother’s recipe. So I decided to make that this morning.” She replied with a smile.
“It’s really delicious. Charlie will love it.” I smiled back and continued eating.
“At the end of the day, do what gives you peace of mind and bring smiles to your beautiful face.” She added and I smiled gratefully at her.
“Now, tell me about Steven and you. What’s going on?” I excitedly asked her and she instantly blushed.
“Ooooh, there’s definitely something going on. Tell me.” I poked at her side, causing her to giggle as she covered her mouth to hide her blush.
“He asked me out on a date.” She mumbled and continued eating, quickly filling her mouth with more food so she wouldn’t have to spill the tea soon.
“More!” I said in a masculine deep voice that got her giggling. “If you don’t tell me, I will tickle it out of you.” I threatened and it was then she cutely surrendered.
“He told me that he’s very attracted to me. And I keep being on his mind so he wants us to go out and talk. You know the whole getting to know each other and all.” She said to me, still blushing.
“And what about you? What do you think of him?” I asked.
“He’s cute. I really want to see where all of this will lead to. I’m excited.” She answered, her face flushing.
“Why does it sound like you want more than that? I’m not against it though. I’m just happy that you’re experiencing this after so long.” I told her, being genuinely happy for her.
Delores had her own story too. Her last relationship was a long one and very toxic. She was physically abused to the point where she had lost two pregnancies. The man was a potent narcissist who knew just how to gaslight. She was never able to see things clearly until she lost her mother and had to stay with her family for a while.
It was then she started seeing things from an outsider’s perspective.
Her siblings helped her to relocate to America, leaving her painful past behind that was full of regrets and torture.
So, since then, she had never taken any man seriously. They were all flings. But now, I can see that she is taking Steven more seriously than any man.
It seems she likes him. So I hope it all ends well for them.
“I maybe want more.” She shrugged and before I could press her for more questions, the door to my bedroom opened, and Charlie sleepily walked in.
“Awwwn, look at our little prince. He is finally awake.” Delores said and opened her arms for him to come to her.
“He’s so cute. And he’s been sleeping a lot lately.” I commented watching how he was so natural with Delores. She’s been there since he was a baby. She was like a second mother to him.
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And I was happy that Thad such a wonderful woman by my side who was also there for Charlie.
“Mummy.” He waved at me from Delores’s arms and I couldn’t resist the charm he possessed just like his father.
“Here, come to mummy.” I carried him and hugged him warmly pecking his temple as I cutely chatted with him.
“Charlie, do you want Delores’ pasta or your favorite cereal?” I asked.
“Pasta.” He replied and both Delores and I couldn’t help but laugh at his obvious option.
As Delores got up to go serve Charlie’s pasta, her phone rang and from the blush that stained her cheeks, I knew who the caller definitely was.
“Hi, Steven.” She said loudly but the rest of the conversation couldn’t be heard until the phone was passed to me.
“He said he has something to tell you,” Delores said and I collected the phone.
“Good morning, Steven.” We exchanged greetings. But the next thing he said made me feel equally nervous and excited.
“Your flight for your honeymoon with your husband leaves tomorrow morning by 9.” He said.
“You’re going to Cancun.”
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