It Hurts When It's True (Affaire de Coeur, #1)

Chapter 21: Damian

For the millionth time, exaggerated it may sound, Damian still could not reach Maggie's phone. He had been trying to call her, but all his calls were being directed to her voice mail. Everything was well since they parted a week ago yet she suddenly cut off her connection with him.

The day he dropped her off in front of her apartment building had been the last time he had seen her. He had been busy days following that, and only after a week was he let off by the filming team of his current TV series.

During the past seven days, Damian had either been filming scenes or sleeping. He had no time to give Maggie a ring at all or even to have a bit of a drink at his favorite bar.

He was given a week off by the director, and he could not even reach Maggie. He did not even know about her schedule anymore.

As much as Damian wanted to continue flooding her with meals, he no longer could not as he had no idea when he should send them. Unlike during the week that he had been sending her food, he could no longer get a hold of her now.

It almost seemed like she was hiding from him. But why?

It was not as if he was not likable. He had uncountable number of women lining up to get a piece of him, as a matter of fact. And this one woman made it seem almost like she did not want anything to do with him with the way she had detached herself from him.

I am fucking Damian Williams, he thought.

If he would not be able to get a hold of her by phone then there was no choice but to watch out for her at the hospital or the apartment building. He would even resort to setting up a camp in front of the hospital's entrance if that was the only way for him to catch her.

Then, he realized he was going crazy. And that was not good. Not good at all.

Damian was about to get off the couch when it suddenly hit him. He was acting like a man going crazy over an alluring woman. With the image of Maggie crossing his mind, his body had relaxed against the surface of his couch.

As much as he wanted to avoid thinking of Maggie in an insulting way, he just could not say that she was beautiful because she was not. Well, she was not as physically attractive as the women he had been with in the past. But Maggie was...Maggie was just extraordinary in her own plump way.

Maggie never asked anything from him or behaved in a way that she needed something from him. In fact, during the times when they were together, it almost seemed like he was the one who needed something from her and not the other way around. And she indulged him. Always.

There was no instance in which she made him feel like he was a prize that she had won. After all, he was a celebrity, and most women would feel like they were special that he granted them with his presence. But not Maggie.

In all the times that he had spent his time with her, she did not show any smugness at having caught his attention. He could not count the number of super models who had behaved with conceit when they were seen in public with him.