Sinful Desires

The meet (2)

Damon

Lynette and I walked into the event arm in arm, the click of her heels echoing through the room. Her outfit was impossible to overlook—expensive, elegant, and designed to turn heads. She looked beautiful tonight, but all I could think about was how much this event meant to me. It was in honor of my mother, and I needed everything to be perfect. I quickly pushed the thought aside—thinking about her made the ache in my chest too hard to bear.

We found our table and settled into the day's activities. Almost immediately, Lynette pulled her hand from mine and started scrolling through her phone, the same thing she did every time we were together. It made me wonder if she truly loved me. She said she did, but I couldn't feel it. Her happiness always seemed tied to money and luxury, and today—of all days—her indifference stung. I had hoped for her support, but I should've known better. Empathy had never been her strong suit.

I was jolted out of my thoughts when Lynette took my hand again, her eyes locked on the stage with a scowl. I turned to see what had caught her attention, and that's when I saw her.

Standing on the stage was the most captivating woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She looked like an angel. As she lifted the microphone to her lips and began to sing, I felt something deep inside me stir. My heart raced, my skin prickled—I was utterly entranced. The song, her voice—it pierced through me, pulling up memories of my mother that I had long tried to bury. The lyrics spoke of leaving footprints in the sands of time, of leaving something meaningful behind. It felt like she was singing directly to me, as if she knew my pain. I could almost feel my mother's arms around me, her warmth, her love.

Lost in the song, I didn't even realize I had stood up, mesmerized by this angel before me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear Lynette hissing at me to sit down, tugging on my arm, but I couldn't move. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the singer. Her voice, her presence—it was everything I didn't know I needed.

As the song ended, I noticed something that broke me even more—she was crying. Tears shimmered just beneath her mask. Was she feeling the same emotions I was? Her sorrow was palpable, and it pulled at my heartstrings. I had to go to her. I had to meet her, to know who she was.

She hurried off the stage, and the audience erupted into applause. Lynette awkwardly stood and clapped, though I could tell it pained her to acknowledge someone else's spotlight. But I didn't care. All I could think about was following that woman, finding her before she disappeared.

Just as I made my way toward the backstage entrance, Lynette blocked my path, her eyes burning with irritation.

"Damon, why do you insist on embarrassing me like this?" she hissed, her nails digging into my arm.

I ignored the sting. "Not now, Lynette. I need to check on the staff, make sure everything's running smoothly."

She glared at me but allowed herself to be guided back to our table. I kissed her forehead, hoping to calm her down, but my mind was already elsewhere.

I quickly made my way backstage, my heart pounding, desperate to catch a glimpse of her. As I turned a corner, I nearly collided with the very woman I was looking for. She stumbled, but I caught her before she could fall. To my utter shock, she started crying—loudly, uncontrollably.

"Hey, hey... it's okay," I whispered, holding her close. "Don't cry, angel."

She clung to me, her sobs shaking her whole body. I held her tighter, stroking her hair gently, letting her release all the emotions she had been holding in. She fit perfectly in my arms, like she belonged there. Her scent filled my senses, and I found myself wishing I could freeze this moment, keep her safe, keep her with me.

"Che diavolo sta succedendo qui?"

(What the hell is going on here?)

An unfamiliar voice interrupted us. My angel immediately pulled away and ran toward the man standing behind me. I watched in disbelief as she threw herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her up. The man glared at me as he carried her away, and I stood there, stunned, my heart sinking.

Who was he? Her boyfriend? My chest tightened with jealousy and bitterness. My angel, who had just been in my arms, was now gone.

Before I could fully process what had just happened, I felt a familiar hand on my arm. Lynette.

"There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you. Can we go home now?" she asked, clearly irritated.

"No, Lynette. We can't leave yet. We're the hosts—we need to stay and see everyone off."

"Fine! I'll leave on my own. I'm bored anyway, and that awful singer ruined my night," she snapped, pulling her hand away from mine.

I watched her storm off, sighing heavily. I didn't even care about her tantrum. All I could think about was the angel I had just lost. One thing was clear—I had to find her

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I really love this chapter. I hope I did justice to it. Let me know your thoughts about it. Kindly vote and comment. Once again, Italian is not my language, I only use Google translate. Kindly correct me when you find a mistake. Keep your fingers crossed for more updates.