Strictly Business - Damianya [Damian Desmond x Anya Forger]

vii - Never Enough

Damian's P.O.V

After the day of results and my confirmed 8th Stella, I decided to go home for the day instead of staying at the school dorms like I usually do. I was very excited to tell mother about my new title of Imperial Scholar and call my father to tell him as well.

I hope they'll finally be proud of me. Even Demetrius.

But after the ordeal with Anya. I was honestly worried for her. She'd been my support the day I broke down and I felt as though I still hadn't repaid the favour. So I decided to check up on her. I took her number from one the class groups and messaged her.

You
Hey Anya
It's Damian
Just wanted to check up on you

Annoying girl
I'm dpong fune

You
What's wrong with your spelling?
I know two year olds who can spell better.

Annoying girl
Sporry
Anya has a smakl phome and a crackwd screen

You
Oh...
Buy a new one

I put my phone back in my pocket after that excruciating conversation. I said something like that after very well knowing she earns for herself without parents and can barely afford her small phone. I wanted to apologize but unless I literally destroy her self-esteem I can never bring myself to.

Regardless I brought my attention back to how I was going to announce the news to my parents and especially my dad over the phone. Maybe he'd finally say he's proud of me.

I was full of hope as I walked through our mansion gates and rushed to change my clothes before I looked for my mother. I found her sitting on our large patio, sipping afternoon tea and eating macarons.

I cleared my throat loudly to grab her attention without awkwardly speaking. She turned her head around slowly but gasped in adoration when she saw me.

"Damian!" she said rushing to hug me. Since I had grown to be much taller than her it was a slightly awkward hug but nonetheless I missed her for the longest time.

"You've grown so much! So tall, so skinny. Have you been eating right? Oh wait I was wrong. You're kind of muscular." she said grabbing my face and examining me closely.

"I'm fine mother." I said smiling as I gently took her hands off my face.

"Oh stop that. Be a kid, call me 'mom' or something." she smiled. "Come come sit. We have so much to talk about."

I smiled at her excitement to see me and took the seat next to where she was having her tea.

"Jeeves!" she called yelling for our old family servant.

"Yes miss?" he said out of breath from running from the house to the patio.

"Fetch Damian some tea will you? My boy is home after so many months!" she said almost squealing.

We spoke for a while and told each other about our lives since the last time we met. I was quite happy to see her so I told her everything. Well, almost everything. I kept my small moments with Anya to myself since she already suspects I like her and would start gushing that she finally likes one of my 'girlfriends'.

After a while though we ran out of things to talk about. Suddenly mother snapped her fingers and turned to look at me.

"By the way, why did you decide to suddenly visit your poor old mum?" she joked.