One Last 32

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Chapter 32
Irene’s POV:
“Oh, hi.” He said nonchalantly and waved at me, walking towards the small closet in the hotel room and opening it to look for something that I didn’t give a damn about.
Because what I give a damn about is the way he greeted me.
Oh, hi? Me?
Didn’t he realize the way I was just drooling for his body just now? That his presence alone was affecting everything I’ve come to terms with, especially with my unstable mind?
I kept on watching him, waiting for him to give me the usual attention he did while I admired his body from afar. It sucked a little that the closet door was obstructing most of my view.
Am I becoming crazy? Yes, I believe I’m slowly falling into that deep rabbit hole where there’s no looking back once you’ve dived in.
I have to be crazy to be thinking about this all of a sudden just because I saw his body when all I wanted to was to maturely talk to him and tell him to keep his respectable distance.
Yet, I’m the one who is ready to breach that agreement.
should maybe see a therapist at this point.
Damien had picked a white sweatshirt and wore it over his black sweatpants, making us look a bit similar to our choice of clothes.
“I wasn’t sure if you would like a couple’s outfit. But Steven had mentioned that it was the best for the media. However, I do not want to pressure you or anything?” He said in a polite tone as he sat on the bed and maintained a good distance from
me.
All I could do was stare at him.
Who told him I don’t want him to pressure me? Because that’s what I want at this moment.
“Did you hear me, Irene?” He asked, snapping his fingers. Although his tone was too polite and formal.
Why didn’t he just call me wifey as he used to? Why wasn’t he all over me like he used to? Why wasn’t he trying to flirt with me like he usually does?
Was he really listening to me for the first time in his life when all I wanted now was for him to not listen to me?
“Couple outfits, yeah?” I asked, half present when my mind was too focused on other things aside from that.
“Yes. Are you okay with it, or should we start heading to the airport like this?” He asked, oblivious to the storm tumbling and swirling inside my head because of him.
“I’m okay with it,” I replied, I couldn’t even say any of the speeches I had practiced in my head because I apparently didn’t -need them when my haywire emotions weren’t so supportive of that decision.
“Sure. Let me get dressed and I’ll leave the room for you.” He said and before I could say anything to argue, he had gone into the bathroom and shut the door.
He really was holding on to my words. And I really should be happy about that, but here I am, wallowing in the thoughts of his resistance to me.
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Chapter 32
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Before I knew it, we were already on our to the airport. Damien just kept to himself and played a racing game on his phone. He didn’t spare me any glance nor did he bother to ask the any question about myself or Charlie.
Maybe this was a sign or exactly what I needed to completely get over him, and move on with my life. Maybe, this chapter of my life was just for me to heal and seal up that wound completely, so I could get the peace I needed.
The peace we all need.
So I tried to distract my mind from him and focus on moving outside from this tinted SUV car. I texted Delores at some point and she only told me to focus on the honeymoon plan as if there was any plan aside from making the public believe that we are truly in love with each other and happily married.
And if one really does check it, we both are in love
With each other. There was always a bit of truth in a lie.
“The paparazzi are ready for you,” Steven said as he parked in front of the airport.
“Don’t answer any questions, just hold me tight, Steven and my bodyguards will do the rest for us. This is just to save face and all.” Damien finally faced me and explained.
“Okay.” We were both wearing matching soft blue sweat outfits.
“We’re ready, Steven,” He said and Steven replied with ‘Let’s go!”
Getting out of the car, the camera flashes almost blinded me. It was too early for those harsh lights that were continuously flashing at us.
Helt someone wearing dark shades for me, and tilting my neck up, I saw that it was Damien who had just done that. His
hand grazing my skin left tingles to dance around my temples.
“I thought you would need it.” He said and I gave him a small smile.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, but I knew he heard me even though there were noises around us. He hooked my arm with him and we began walking forward. Bodyguards were already surrounding us at the speed of light.
With money, you can get anything you deem fit to have and that includes chunky and tall men as bodyguards.
The reporters began throwing different questions at us. Some were about our choice of clothes. Some asked if we would continue keeping them about our life updates. And many more menial questions that were cute and annoying.
But it was their job. And they are doing a great job just so they could get a good scoop out of my fake marriage with Damien that they know nothing about.
“A kiss for the camera, please!” One of them shouted and soon, the others picked up on that request and it became a chorus that got Damien chuckling.
It was the first time seeing him laugh since we saw each other this morning.
And I couldn’t help but wonder if he would really give in to their requests because he had been distancing himself all morning.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, and I stopped walking too. My heart couldn’t help but thump a bit faster as I waited to hear the next thing he would say with that playful smile on his lips.