Let's Play

The Bar

Jessika

I spent the remainder of Friday and all of Saturday in a hotel. Charles had insisted that I use Damien's penthouse again but I didn't want to run the risk of seeing him. I also didn't want to go to my own apartment and have to explain to Kat everything that has happened with Damien and I. I should have told her from the very start, then this wouldn't be so hard. I was so deep into this that no matter what, Kat would be hurt that I didn't tell her. Not to mention she basically admitted that she still had romantic feelings for me. I just couldn't deal with any more hurt right now.

Room service was excellent during my stay and they kept the wine and ice cream coming around the clock. I expected someone to say something, or even a judgmental stare every time they delivered these to me but they were so kind and made sure I was comfortable. That's really what I needed.

I had tried to do a Google search on Damien's past, but nothing came up. I wanted to know what I did wrong so bad and I could find absolutely no leads. I used phrases such as "Damien Hart's son" and "Damien Hart married" but nothing came up. It was as if these people in the photographs didn't exist. This just left me feeling even more sad and confused. How would I fix this if I didn't even know what I did wrong?

Regardless, this is exactly why I didn't open my heart to anyone. While I was still hesitant to use the "L" word, my feelings for Damien were strong. It would be stupid for me to say otherwise. But as always, I got burned. I got burned and I don't even know why.

By Sunday, I became stir crazy. No matter what Netflix show I turned on, my mind would constantly wander to Friday's events and why Damien was so upset. I needed something to distract my brain and besides, I couldn't remember the last time I took 3 days off of work. I was a workaholic and needed something to focus on. I have been to the office a few time on Sundays and Damien was never there, so I figured it would be a safe bet to go to work today and distract myself.

The hotel I stayed in had a boutique on the first floor so I was able to buy some clothes that would be much more suitable for the office than the sweatpants Damien let me borrow. I was only a few blocks down from the office so I decided to walk my way there. I didn't want to bother Charles again anyway. He had already done so much for me and he deserved a break.

On my walk, I noticed a few flashes from nearby cameras around me. I almost forgot that being Damien's PA came with public recognition. Also, that story that was released about me not too long ago was probably still fresh in everyone's minds. I even had someone shout a question to me about what my relationship with "Mr. Hart" was but I just ignored them. Too much of my life had been turned to shit lately that I didn't give damn about the paparazzi. They could post whatever picture and whatever story they wanted about me, I could care less. I knew my truth and so did my family so their words meant nothing to me.

By the time I got to Hart Management there was a small crowd of photographers behind me, but security was on it immediately and escorted me inside while forcing them all to leave. I went straight to the elevator after, but I would have to make sure I thanked him later.

The doors to the 39th floor slid open and my suspicions were confirmed. Damien was not here today. I released the breath that I didn't know I was holding and had a seat at my desk. I got to work quickly and time flew. There was quite a bit to catch up on since I missed Friday, and work flew in no matter what time or day so there was always something to do. I was more relaxed than I had been in days, and was so focused that I didn't even noticed Will was there until he cleared his throat.

I screamed and almost jumped out of my seat. I put a hand over my heart as it beat a mile a minute before speaking, "Dammit Will don't sneak up on me like that!"