𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞 ✔️

Chapter 3

     

                CHAPTER THREE  

I was scanning the list of things Sania wants, and most of the stuff she mentioned is necessary since they are related to Nia’s hygiene and baby food. I opened the zip of my bag to check if I have enough money and thankfully, I could buy a couple of things as well for myself. I kept the list back and looked forward to the road we were still driving through the woods, I remember it took us an hour to reach Damien’s home last night so it was no wonder and I don’t wanna think how much I had had to walk to look for a taxi, it had taken me days to return.

My gaze turned to Damien, his eyes were trained on the road, yet I could feel, he was pleased and satisfied that I asked his help and decided not to go anywhere on my feet, especially without informing him first. I had a question in my mind since yesterday and I thought to ask him, I inhaled a deep breath, gaining some courage, I called him, “Mr. Wylder?”

“Damien,” He corrected me all of a sudden, “Don’t go too formal with me, feel free to use my first name,” He said. I mentally debated if it would be alright because for me, he was nothing more or less than a creepy house owner and I didn’t want to talk like he is my friend.

I ignored his statement and asked, “Why do you live so far from the city?”

“I prefer peace and privacy over stressful crowded city life.” He said it casually but my gut feeling kept bothering me about it that he is not what he is trying to show the world.

"O-okay," I replied, catching his eyes on me, I couldn't dare to look up at his face yet, I knew his gaze was traveling over my legs, I held the hem of my dress, pulling it down till my knees. For some reason, it made me recall those dirty memories from the morning when he was having sex with that woman. And I felt blood rushing up to me as I mistakenly replaced the woman from my memory with myself…. His passionate sex in the car, thrusting deep and hard? Would it have been the same if I was her?

I shook my head and shut my eyes close too tightly, trying to shake off my absurd thought process. What the fuck are you thinking? I subconsciously scolded. Hearing his voice, I loosened my grip on my dress and tilted my head to look at him, I still didn’t pluck up the courage to peer right into his eyes. “Yes?”

“I assumed you would ask me about morning,” He knew what he was hinting at, casting me a knowing smirk, I turned my head away to hide my mortified expression and asked.

“W-Why would I? It’s y-your personal life,” I managed to say.

"So you are telling me you didn't imagine yourself having sex with me?" The teasing grin on his lips and the sarcasm in his voice made me annoyed as hell inwardly. Even though he was right, no way on earth I am gonna admit that to him.

I rolled my eyes at him, pretending to be disgusted by that idea, "Bullshit." He laughed his stomach out, very much contended by my sudden curse. “Who was that girl anyway?” I questioned, out of curiosity.