Chapter 64
Irene’s POVE
11 be fine,” I said to Damien for the ninth time this evening. He was worried about leaving me all alone with Eva overnight. And I’ve been trying to assure him that nothing will happen and everything will be fine. But I just couldn’t leave her all alone. I wouldn’t want to wake up tomorrow morning with a call from a nurse telling me something that could have been prevented.
“I don’t want to leave you alone with her. I just don’t.” He said, still adamant about his point. And I do understand his reason, he’s worried for me and his worries are valid, but Eva is not in a state to hurt me. Temporarily paralyzed in the legs and mentally weak. So even if
I’m just not willing to leave Eva all by herself
“Just trust me. Damien. I will be fine. But you can go home now said to him, pulled him into a hug, and pecked his cheek. But he wasn’t having any of my persuasion methods. He just wanted me not to be here.
And at the end of the night, I knew one side would win, which is definitely mine.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked after we broke the hug, holding my hands and looking me straight in the eyes.
“Yes” I nodded my head and plastered a smile that wasn’t all genuine because my head wasn’t so calm, and neither were my emotions. It still feels as though I have been running on the adrenaline rush since this afternoon.
I’m going to trust you. But don’t also forget that I’m only a call away. If it’s too much for you, please leave or call someone like one of the nurses.” He said and I nodded my head obediently.
“Your words, missy” He chided and 1 giggled a bit.
“Yes sir!” I deepened my voice and replied to him which made him laugh as he shook his head at him. Thankfully, we wer just outside the door to Eva’s room so there’s no way our little hantering would disturb her sleep.
Thiss me.” He demanded and before I could even ponder on it quickly, he cupped my cheeks and tilted my face so he could capture my lips into the sweet pillowy ones he had
“Mmmn” I found myself melting into his sensual touch as he kissed me more profoundly, his arms felt like a safe sanctuary that I could let myself go into and feel forever safe, even though I know that’s just how it is.
“I crazily love you, Irene. He moaned into my mouth and I could only moan in return, feeling his love and passion flowing through the sensual action that our lips were creating
“I love you so damn much” He moaned even more and I found myself getting wet and wetter as he was actually not kissing me but casting an arousal spell upon me.
One that I wouldn’t be mad about
“God” I groaned as we pulled apart, “you’re going to kill me,” I said to him and he could only sheepishly grin at me.
“I just want you to have more reasons to think about me tonight I’ll be off now.” He said and gave me a swift peck one last time before he began walking away.
And he really played a game that will make me run after him, then fucking damn it, he was successful.
“Fuck!” I groaned hard as I shut my eyes to resist the utmost temptation I’d been tested with. Damien aroused me so I could. follow him once he was going. It was all a game. A game that I love so much but I sadly have to resist it
“I love you too, Damien I shouted and he turned around to open his arms for me to run into but I shocked him by runni
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into Eva’s room instead.
He fought a good fight of faith
Yet, he lost woefully
Walking towards a sleeping Irene, the whole hormonal rush settled instantly. I could already tell that it was going to be a long night because I didn’t intend to sleep. I’m going to watch her like a hawk and ensure nothing happens overnight.
Looking closely at her, I began to feel sorry for her. I don’t know why she turned out the way she did, but I hope she can one day not be that person anymore. There is no joy in wickedness. It might bring a momentary euphoria, but the rush fades and it becomes an addiction like the way smokers are addicted to nicotine.
It’s the same way people like her become addicted to being cruel It becomes something that thrills them and makes them. feel high whenever a mission is accomplished.
1 let out a sigh as I took my seat next to her bed. My eyes began watching her, studying her peaceful face. She is pretty. And she actually looked like someone who couldn’t hurt a fly. Her looks are definitely deceiving.
The outside looks pure while the inside is black and corrupted.
The night was a stretch and Eva still hasn’t woken up. I picked up my phone and saw it was 2 AM. I almost yelled, “Why the hell was the time slow tonight?“, but I restrained myself as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes for the hundredth time this night.
The air was eerie and boring. I couldn’t even use my phone because I didn’t bring along my ear pods. That could have helped me watch movies or funny videos silently. So all I could do was stare and stare.
Blink.
That’s what I did.
But why was I seeing everywhere being bright and Eva watching me intently.
My eyes darted around quickly as if something magical had just happened, it was impossible for me to blink at night and see that it was already morning.
What kind of sorcery is this?
“Irene, you are awake.” Eva’s croaky voice said softly and like a light bulb that switched in my head, it suddenly dawned on me that I had fallen asleep.
“Oh yeah,” I replied, brushing my hair back with my fingers. Just look at the Great Irene who was supposed to watch over her suicidal and injured step–sister overnight.
I mean I only had one fucking job and I had to flop it?
“I think it’s time we talk without interruption. I have a lot to say and I hope you are willing to listen to me.” Eva said, and I readjusted my sitting position to look at her, and all I could see was an apologetic expression
I knew what was coming. I could smell it. But I’m not sure how it would make me feel. I’m not sure if I am ready to be exposed to such emotions and words. I don’t know if I can actually do this.
The only thing I know I can do is to prevent her from doing something stupid and be there for her as she heals.
However, digging into painful memories and tackling them was something I was not sure I could manage. Maybe later. But absolutely not now.
“I don’t think I’m ready for that talk.
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